My face twisted in pain as I tried to get up.
But I simply couldn't do it. The pain coursing through my entire body, coupled with my dislocated left wrist, made it impossible for me to stand.
"D-Damn it!"
My body trembled as I tried to rise.
Nine Corpse Daoist had a clear target. Everyone around us was injured and had lost the ability to fight, but he paid them no mind.
His eyes held only me. He wanted to kill me.
Feng Shuang had been knocked back, while the others were just like me—either unconscious or unable to fight, unable to even crawl to their feet.
Nine Corpse Daoist raised his iron rod again and glared at me viciously, his eyes practically bulging from their sockets.
Then he charged at top speed.
"Kid, this time, you'll be buried alongside this corpse body of mine."
With that, he raised the iron rod wreathed in black mist. With a hum, it came smashing straight down at my head.
If it hit, my head would instantly burst apart.
At that instant, Da Li and Luo Fei showed looks of terror. Mao Jing, who had only just struggled to his feet in the distance, let out a low roar.
"No..."
Feng Shuang clutched his chest and shouted as well.
"Get out of the way!"
But how could I dodge?
I'd already given it everything I had. The pain throughout my body left me unable to move.
Against an attack at that speed, I had become a living target.
The stench of death had already enveloped me.
As I watched the black-mist iron rod slash down at me, terror filled my heart.
Looks like I'll be becoming a ghost cultivator this time...
I was unwilling to accept it, but there was nothing I could