Jiang Chen, standing in the six-pointed formation, was stunned!
His Martial Soul was actually a Zombie!
A flood of thoughts flashed through his mind.
Was his Zombie Martial Soul formed because he had cultivated Heavenly Corpse Transformation?
Or did his mind contain the cultivation method for Heavenly Corpse Transformation because he had this Zombie Martial Soul?
He had no answer as to what the truth was. Fortunately, though, the dense black fog around his Zombie Martial Soul hadn't spread outward. Otherwise, everyone in Holy Soul Village might have been infected with Corpse Poison.
Such a potent poison was more than most people could withstand. After all, the majority of the villagers were ordinary people.
He tried to recall his Zombie Martial Soul with a thought, but it had no effect at all.
The Zombie Martial Soul kept throwing back its head and roaring at the sky. Though it made no sound, Jiang Chen could feel the overwhelming hatred and resentment emanating from it.
The villagers outside stared at Jiang Chen in terror, muttering, "With a Martial Soul this evil, he really is a scourge!"
Just then, a rumble suddenly boomed across the previously cloudless sky, and the whole sky abruptly darkened.
Black clouds hung heavy as lead, looming as if they would come crashing down. Countless bolts of lightning, each as thick as a barrel, streaked through the churning clouds. The thunder was so loud it seemed ready to burst people's eardrums.
"Everyone, get out of here at once!" A stern shout rang out, briefly drowning out the thunder and reaching every person's ears.
Tang San looked up in confusion. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd heard it.
Old Jack snapped out of it and hurriedly led everyone away, his face full of worry. He kept glancing back at Jiang Chen inside Spirit Hall.
The black clouds sank lower and lower, and the lightning within grew even more terrifying. None of them had ever seen lightning like this: purple, black, red, even golden. It was utterly bizarre.
But Tang Hao felt it most keenly. The ordinary villagers could only sense the immense pressure, but he felt a deep, menacing threat.
He had a powerful premonition: if that terrifying lightning struck, he might be reduced to ashes on the spot!
Fortunately, the lightning in the sky wasn't locked onto him. It was aimed at the little boy standing motionless inside.
Su Yuntao stumbled out, looking utterly terrified, and joined the villagers of Holy Soul Village at a distance.
"Lord Su Yuntao, what's happening?" Old Jack asked, trembling.
Su Yuntao shook his head over and over. The sight had nearly scared him to death. His legs were still weak and trembling uncontrollably.
He had been standing inside the building moments ago. Beneath the roaring thunder, he had nearly collapsed to his knees. At that instant, he'd felt the threat of death closing in and had only escaped by giving it everything he had.
"Lord Su Yuntao, you're the strongest! You have to save Xiao Chen!" Old Jack cried anxiously.
"Shut up!" Su Yuntao roared.
Was he supposed to go back in there and get himself killed?
The villagers were now gripped by overwhelming panic and couldn't help babbling in fear.
"He must be someone the heavens have forsaken. Now even Heaven is punishing him."
"Just awakening his Martial Soul brought down Heaven's wrath. I hope it doesn't destroy Holy Soul Village."
"Even if he survives, we can't let him stay in our village. Otherwise, sooner or later, he'll get us all killed!"
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