The woman who had been sent flying steadied herself, fury written across her face. Blood-colored flames ignited around her body, and a powerful pressure descended, making the air grow heavy.
The youth and the old man no longer dared to be the slightest bit careless either, erupting with all their strength.
Boom after boom rang out, shaking all directions. Terrifying shockwaves turned into raging winds that swept through everything. The dreadful fluctuations of power left all the corpse ghosts too terrified to move, their eyes filled with nothing but fear.
In the end, the young corpse soul lord and the old corpse soul lord retreated with severe injuries, and the army of corpse ghosts they had led also fled in defeat. The female corpse soul lord had successfully held off the two of them, but she had suffered no light injuries as well.
There was no medicine in this trial space to treat injuries; one could only rely on one's own healing ability to recover, making the process naturally rather slow.
However, as a corpse soul lord, her recovery speed was still dozens of times that of ordinary corpse ghosts.
At this moment, the countless corpse ghosts in Corpse Soul City were naturally loyal to the corpse soul lord due to their low intelligence, and would not do anything like rebel. But Zhao Fu was different.
Looking at the woman lying on the stone bed, Zhao Fu saw that her eyes were closed, as though she were asleep. Her body was covered in blood, her aura weak, no longer as powerful as before. She no longer seemed so strong and ferocious, instead carrying a faint sense of vulnerability.
Yet Zhao Fu still gripped his sword and slowly walked over. He absolutely could not miss such a good opportunity. If he