The Bronze Corpse Coffin bought Ming Yuan a moment against Suwei, but it failed to block Qingxuanzi's attack.
Qingxuanzi unleashed eighteen Corpse-Suppressing Nails.
Each of these Corpse-Suppressing Nails was a top-grade spiritual treasure. Entirely black, about a foot long, their surfaces were densely inscribed with runes.
When the eighteen Corpse-Suppressing Nails flew from Qingxuanzi's sleeve, they did so soundlessly, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, like eighteen ordinary iron nails.
Yet their speed was incomparably swift; only a few lingering shadows could be seen streaking through the air.
Clearly, whether Suwei's green bamboo or Qingxuanzi's Corpse-Suppressing Nails, neither was suited to a head-on clash in battle. They were better suited for surprise attacks from the shadows.
As the sea of blood below drew ever closer and the Corpse-Suppressing Nails rapidly closed in behind him, Ming Yuan's expression turned anxious and panicked.
He suddenly bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of scarlet blood onto the banner clutched in his hand.
Ming Yuan had already suffered grievous losses of vital blood from using the blood sacrifice secret art. Now, after spitting out another large mouthful of vital blood, his withered, rotten-black face took on an even paler cast.
At that moment, he looked like a corpse that had been dead for days, his deathly pale complexion tinged with bluish black.
Dyed red by his vital blood, the banner seemed to come alive. Its fabric swiftly stretched and lengthened, winding continuously around Ming Yuan. In the blink of an eye, it wrapped itself into a cocoon, protecting him firmly within.
The eighteen Corpse-Suppressing Nails struck the banner one after another, producing a series of cloth-ripping sounds.
Yet the banner was not truly torn apart. Instead, borrowing the immense force transmitted by the Corpse-Suppressing Nails, Ming Yuan