When Song Wen's figure reappeared, he had teleported another dozen or so zhang away.
"Junior, stop your pointless struggling. Submit to death, and I might make it quick," the mutilated corpse sneered.
It held Song Wen in utter contempt, watching him as though he were a rat scurrying for cover.
As for Jian Xiao and the other four, they were already lambs awaiting slaughter, able only to watch helplessly as the blood-colored formation markings crawled like venomous snakes onto their faces or bodies. Although Wang Qiuyue still gritted her teeth and remained standing, the markings had climbed onto her ankles and were gradually spreading upward.
All five had noticed Song Wen's actions, and every one of them was praying that he could somehow turn the situation around and win them a sliver of hope for survival.
When Song Wen disappeared for the ninth time and reappeared, he happened to land right beside the corpse coffin.
There were no formation markings on the stone platform beneath the coffin. Free of the Soul-Devouring Blood Sacrifice Formation's suppression, Song Wen could now mobilize his magical power without worry.
His hand abruptly clenched, and lightning surged forth!
Dazzling arcs burst between his fingers, condensing into a violently pulsating Lightning Sphere.
The Lightning Sphere tore through the air, hurtling straight toward the mutilated corpse overhead.
With a flicker of its body, the mutilated corpse deftly dodged the Lightning Sphere.
Song Wen's spiritual sense could not leave his body, so he could not guide the Lightning Sphere at will, making it easy to evade.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The sounds of rushing air rang out incessantly.
More than a dozen Lightning Spheres shot forth in succession, attacking the mutilated corpse. Without exception, it easily dodged them all, and they finally struck the tomb chamber's stone walls, where