Zhao Fu cursed under his breath, immediately scrambled up from the ground, turned, and ran again. If he did not flee now, staying here meant death. Zhao Fu had already witnessed the Corpse soul Lord's power; he was no match for her at all, so how could he dare linger another moment?
The Corpse soul Lord in the sky saw that Zhao Fu was still alive. Expressionless, she extended a finger once more and pointed it at him.
A gray beam shot from her fingertip again, carrying terrifying power as it flashed through the sky.
Bang!
A tremendous explosion rang out, blasting a ten-meter-wide crater into the ground. This time, Zhao Fu had been prepared and narrowly dodged the strike.
The Corpse soul Lord remained expressionless, watching Zhao Fu sprint for his life with cold eyes. This time, she extended a palm and pressed down at empty air. An invisible palm print, carrying an overwhelming pressure like a great mountain, smashed toward Zhao Fu.
Zhao Fu was greatly alarmed. He pushed his speed to the limit and rapidly dodged to one side.
Bang!
Another massive boom erupted. The ground shook violently, dust billowing into the air as a palm print more than ten meters wide appeared in the earth.
Although Zhao Fu dodged the main attack, he was still blasted more than ten meters away by the resulting shockwave.
A trace of blood ran from the corner of his mouth as Zhao Fu climbed back to his feet again. The troops that had previously submitted to him had now been almost completely slaughtered. If he failed to escape, he would have to face the siege of over a hundred thousand corpse ghouls. Zhao Fu would definitely be surrounded and beaten to death alive.
Yet just as Zhao Fu got up,