[South Seas Corpse Gu] really was revolting. Lin Feng watched fly-like insects burst out of the blood at Li Jianfeng's neck, gathering into a buzzing black cloud.
They looked utterly disgusting.
They circled in the air, intimidated by the baleful energy of the [Guan Di Nuo Mask].
They dared not descend.
These things bullied the weak and feared the strong, too.
Lin Feng wasn't afraid of them at all. He rubbed his hands together, finally feeling a happiness he hadn't experienced in ages. Mostly, he had taken such a brutal beating that he needed some way to vent.
Like this.
The mighty Han, the High Tang, ancient demons of the Song Dynasty, Taoists of the Ming Dynasty, deities of the Qing Dynasty—they were all formidable, sure, but getting bullied was getting bullied. If he couldn't beat them, he couldn't beat them.
There was no excuse.
It was so unfair!
Lin Feng was sick of getting beaten up!
He had thought he was hopelessly weak. Then he took another look and realized, oh, everyone was at the Ninth Rank. There were hardly any at the Eighth Rank.
Well, that was fine, then.
Lin Feng finally felt better about himself.
Especially after what Li Jianfeng had said.
How had Li Jianfeng escaped?
An old Corpse Driver trick: Zombie Skin, trading away a doomed life.
This was a Corpse Driver's last resort, equipment they wore when driving corpses that had already undergone Corpse Transformation.
As practitioners of a shady trade, Corpse Drivers often had little choice in the matter.
Sometimes, even when a corpse was about to undergo Corpse Transformation, they couldn't refuse to drive it away. Of course, the way he had escaped was even more sinister. It hadn't just involved wearing Zombie Skin.
How should he put it? Even hearing the