Chapter 11

Standing within the hexagram array, Jiang Chen was stunned!

His martial soul was actually a zombie!

In that instant, a flurry of thoughts flashed through his mind.

Was it because he had cultivated the Heavenly Corpse Transformation that this zombie martial soul had formed?

Or was it because of this zombie martial soul that the techniques for the Heavenly Corpse Transformation had appeared in his mind?

He had no answer as to what the truth was, but fortunately, the thick black mist surrounding the zombie martial soul did not spread outward; otherwise, everyone in Holy Soul Village would likely have been infected with corpse poison.

With such potent toxins, few people would be able to resist, as most of the villagers were merely ordinary people.

He tried to retract the zombie martial soul with his mind, but found it had no effect at all.

The zombie martial soul kept roaring toward the sky; although there was no sound, Jiang Chen could feel a monstrous hatred and unwillingness emanating from it.

The villagers outside the door stared at Jiang Chen with terrified eyes, muttering to themselves, "Such an evil martial soul—he really is a scourge!"

Just then, a roar suddenly erupted from the cloudless sky, and the entire firmament abruptly turned dark.

The black clouds were as heavy as lead, pressing down as if they were about to collapse, and countless bolts of lightning as thick as water barrels wove through the churning clouds; the thunderous rumbling was enough to pierce one's eardrums.

"Everyone, leave here at once!" A majestic, thunderous shout rang out, briefly drowning out the roar of the thunder and echoing in everyone's ears.

Tang San looked up in confusion, feeling that the voice was somewhat familiar, yet he could not recall where he had heard it before.

Old Jack snapped to his senses and anxiously led the crowd away, frequently looking back with a worried expression at Jiang Chen inside the Spirit Hall.

The black clouds descended lower and lower, and the lightning within became even more terrifying; the crowd had never seen such lightning—purple, black, red, and even gold—all of it incredibly bizarre.

However, the one who felt it most deeply was Tang Hao. While the ordinary villagers could only sense an immense pressure, he felt a profound threat.

He had a strong premonition that if those terrifying bolts of lightning were to strike, he might be reduced to ashes instantly!

Fortunately, the lightning in the sky was not locked onto him, but rather onto the child standing blankly inside.

Su Yuntao ran out in a disheveled state, the look of terror on his face impossible to hide, and stood in the distance with the villagers of Holy Soul Village.

"Lord Su Yuntao, what on earth is happening?" Old Jack asked, trembling.

Su Yuntao shook his head repeatedly. This spectacle was enough to scare him to death; his legs were still weak, and he could not stop them from shaking.

Standing inside the room just moments ago, under that roaring thunder, he had almost collapsed to his knees. He had felt a strong sense of impending death and had used every ounce of his strength just to escape.

"Lord Su Yuntao, you are the most powerful—you must save little Chen!" Old Jack shouted anxiously.

"Shut up!" Su Yuntao roared back.

For him to go back in there would be nothing short of suicide.

The villagers were now shrouded in immense panic and could not help but begin to babble incoherently.

"He must be someone forsaken by the heavens; now, even the heavens are punishing him."

"To summon the wrath of heaven just by awakening a martial soul—I hope he doesn't destroy our Holy Soul Village."

"Even if he doesn't die, we absolutely cannot let him stay in our village, or we will be killed by him sooner or later!"