Black Death Fungal Armor

"Rumble!"

"Rumble!"

"Rumble."

Listening to the explosions rising and falling around him, Xu Yuan had nearly forgotten how long he had been running.

He was not in good shape.

People had limits.

If he still possessed a human body, then even with Mortal Shedding cultivation, he would likely have died countless times beneath the Barbarian King's pursuit.

Fortunately, he was no longer human.

Even though every part of him besides the Blood Jade Glazed Robe and his face was mangled beyond recognition, it did not hinder his escape in the slightest.

The more he used this Strange Ghost body, the more he appreciated it.

The Dead Silence Underground Palace was as intricate and tangled as an ant nest. The characteristics of a Mortal Shedding Strange Ghost allowed Xu Yuan to sense the terrain of the underground palace within a radius of over twenty li through the Black Death Fungal Mat, its layout projected directly into his mind.

Human bodies, meanwhile, were fragile—especially their meridians. Forcefully driving a technique beyond its limits would tear the meridians; forcibly halting an active art would damage them as well. And if one were attacked and disrupted in the midst of it all, at best they would suffer internal injuries from Source Qi backlash; at worst, they would suffer deviation and explode to death.

But Strange Ghosts were different. Source Qi could rampage through their meridians without restraint. They could use an art whenever they wished, stop it whenever they pleased, and even drive a technique beyond its limits until the meridians within their bodies swelled a full circle larger without any issue.

So long as he could endure the pain of his meridians splitting inch by inch, the damage from a full circulation of Source Qi would already have healed by the time he