The Strange Master

The Dragon-Head Miasma was invisible and colorless. At least, to a living man like Xu Feng, it had no color he could see and no scent he could smell. But to the corpse that had suddenly sprung up, it was a rare delicacy.

After swallowing a mouthful of Dragon-Head Miasma, the corpse grew visibly stronger. Even its nails shot out. It opened its mouth and lunged for Xu Feng's neck!

This was a fight at grappling range!

No flying swords, no talismans, no incantations. Xu Feng's Sword-Finger Gesture was useless against it too. With no other choice, he gritted his teeth and drove an elbow into the thing!

But a corpse was not a person. Pain would not make it let go. The good news was that the laws of physics still applied.

Xu Feng's full-force elbow knocked its face aside, buying him a moment to breathe! In that instant, he heard someone shout, "Duck!"

He ducked at once.

Through the blur at the edge of his vision, Xu Feng saw his tall, thin master striding toward him, apparently holding something.

The moment he lowered his head, wind whistled past his ear!

With a deafening bang, an unbelievable pain tore through the spot where the corpse's claws gripped Xu Feng! Those claws were like barbed hooks, and they ripped away a piece of his flesh as they went.

But at least he no longer had to worry about it biting through his neck!

At a moment like this, only two of his enhancements were useful.

One was Yin Virtue Protection; the other was the strength the Yellow River Carp had given him! Xu Feng found that his Land God Protection and his connection to the City God were no help at all.

There was no time to dwell on it.