Nirvana Corpse

It was not only Ma Xiaotao. Zhang Lexuan, Wu Ming, and the others also froze for a moment, their faces turning even paler.

Had ordinary people been present, they would likely have suffered an instant mental collapse and become lunatics who knew only fear.

Under everyone's terrified gazes, that figure finally crawled completely out of the ground.

It was a female humanoid with a seemingly slender build. Her skin was a lifeless, deathly white, as though she had been soaked in water for a very long time.

She wore tattered clothing so ruined that neither its era nor style could be identified.

And her face... was even more horrifying.

The upper half still retained the outline of a human face, but the lower half was a bloody blur, as if something had gnawed through it. Only ghastly white teeth and part of her jawbone remained exposed, forming a frozen, vicious grin.

Most chilling of all were her eyes—like two pools of congealed blood, entirely scarlet, with no distinction between whites and pupils. There was only the purest greed and desire for life.

Having only just revived, she clearly had not yet recovered her intelligence or memories from life. She was merely an empty shell driven by the instinct to devour life.

"Roar—!!!"

A hoarse roar, utterly unlike a human voice and seemingly from the depths of the netherworld, burst from between her exposed teeth and bones.

The next instant, her figure flickered. She transformed into a pitch-black afterimage too fast for the naked eye to follow, carrying dense death energy as she lunged at Ma Xiaotao, the nearest person with blazing vitality.

Her speed was extreme, far beyond that of an ordinary Soul Master.

Ma Xiaotao's pupils contracted sharply, as if all the blood in her body had frozen at that moment.

The shadow of death instantly engulfed her. Her opponent's speed completely exceeded her reaction limit. She did not even have time to make an effective defense or evasive move, and could only watch as that pale, sharp hand wreathed in death energy stabbed straight toward her heart.

"Bastard, how dare you?!"

At that critical moment, an angry snort exploded like thunder.

Yan Shaozhe appeared before Ma Xiaotao as if he had teleported.

His expression was dark as water, fury blazing in his eyes as he threw a punch straight ahead.

This punch contained the vast Soul Power of a rank ninety-five Super Douluo, along with the flames of the Bright Phoenix.

Dazzling golden flames enveloped his fist like a miniature sun as it smashed fiercely into the black afterimage.

"Bang!!!"

A muffled boom, like a drum being struck, rang out.

The black afterimage flew backward even faster than it had come, crashing through several large trees before barely coming to a stop.

Yet rather than looking relieved, Yan Shaozhe's face revealed an unprecedented gravity.

He slowly withdrew his fist. Feeling the feedback from it, his expression sank.

"What kind of monster is this? Why is its body so hard?"

That punch had felt as though he had not struck flesh and blood, but a slab of ten-thousand-year cold iron tempered through countless hammerings.

The recoil had even left his arm slightly numb.

That was absolutely not a body of flesh and blood.

The strength and strangeness of this sudden, bizarre existence far exceeded his expectations.

As the dust slowly dispersed, the pale figure shakily stood up again. Her scarlet eyes fixed tightly on Yan Shaozhe, while her exposed teeth opened and closed with a grating clacking sound, as if she had been enraged.

Just as Yan Shaozhe focused his mind and prepared to eliminate this bizarre powerful enemy completely, a glimmer entirely different from her previous pure greed flashed through the Nirvana Corpse's scarlet eyes as she struggled to rise.

First came confusion, followed by pain, before it finally turned into chaotic brutality.

Scattered, fragmented memories surged like a tide into her empty sea of consciousness.

A massive azure bull python, a pitch-black giant ape like a small mountain, azure lightning, and the pain of being crushed by rocks.

"Wuu... Aah!!!"

She let out an inhuman shriek, as though struggling against some instinct within her.

The next moment, a scorching, violent aura abruptly erupted from within her lifeless body.

A huge phantom of a spiritual bird formed from flames suddenly spread its wings behind her.

The spiritual bird was extraordinarily majestic, with long tail feathers and undying flames burning around its body. It radiated immense pressure—it was the top-tier fire-attributed Martial Soul, the Blazing Spirit Kite.

What made every member of Shrek Academy's pupils contract even further in disbelief was that nine Soul Rings rose in sequence from beneath her feet, as if they possessed lives of their own.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

Two yellow, two purple, five black.

The standard configuration of a Title Douluo.

"A Title Douluo?! How is that possible?!"

Wu Ming cried out in shock, her face filled with horror.

A monster that had just crawled out of the ground, radiating intense death energy, was actually a Title Douluo?

This completely overturned everything they knew.

Zhang Lexuan's pretty face was also deathly pale as she clenched her fists tightly. The sight before her was simply too bizarre.

Ma Xiaotao felt a chill as well. She had just narrowly escaped with her life from the attack of a Title Douluo.

Yan Shaozhe's gaze was incomparably solemn, the doubts in his heart reaching their peak.

Why had a fire-attributed Title Douluo become such an evil undead creature? And the strength of her body was simply unimaginable.

Having awakened part of her intelligence and memories, the Nirvana Corpse seemed to have recovered some of her battle instincts from life. She no longer attacked purely on animalistic instinct as before.

Yet her desire for life had not diminished. Instead, it became even more intense with the return of her power.

Her scarlet eyes locked onto Yan Shaozhe—the person present with the most abundant life energy.

"Screech!"

She let out a sharp cry resembling that of a luan bird. Her fifth Soul Ring flashed, and a condensed dark-red pillar of fire carrying corrosive death energy blasted toward Yan Shaozhe like a poisonous dragon.

Its power was several times greater than her previous simple pounce.

Yan Shaozhe did not dare let his guard down. The fire of light around him flared brilliantly as he also threw a punch. The sacred flames of the Bright Phoenix collided fiercely with the dark-red death fire, producing sizzling sounds as they annihilated one another.

The battle erupted once more.

Relying on his deep rank ninety-five Soul Power and the properties of his light flames, Yan Shaozhe still held a firm advantage, suppressing the Nirvana Corpse completely.

Every one of his attacks contained the flames of light that purified evil, striking the Nirvana Corpse until death energy churned around her body and she released agonized shrieks.

However, the Nirvana Corpse's body was simply too hard.

Yan Shaozhe's attacks landed on her like heavy hammers striking steel. Though they could knock her back and even fracture her bones and tear her tendons, those injuries rapidly healed at a visible rate beneath the shroud of dense death energy.

Not to mention that she could still use the Martial Soul and soul skills from her life to counterattack. Though her intelligence was low and her use of them rigid, the power of Title Douluo-level soul skills was still not to be underestimated.

For the moment, Yan Shaozhe was unable to destroy her completely, and the battle fell into a brief stalemate.