The sword light came fast and fierce. It was a small, exquisite flying sword barely two feet long, its light flashing almost like lightning as it flew.
This was a genuine high-rank magic treasure, distinguished above all by its speed. Even though Yan Zhou noticed its appearance and turned in time, he could not follow its trajectory at all. By the time he reacted, its edge was already before his eyes.
"Ah!"
Yan Zhou barely managed to tilt his head, sparing the vital point between his brows, before the astral gale trailing the sword light sliced open his left eye. Blood sprayed as he cried out and retreated.
As the light flashed past, the sword plunged into the mountainside. Yan Zhou swiftly summoned a surge of blood-colored astral baleful energy, and a spirit garment enveloped him, wrapping his entire body in sinister spirit essence.
Suppressing his horror, he spread his fingers and drew the blood baleful intent from the zombies under his command through the air.
Countless streams of dark red blood flew out of the zombies roaming inside and outside the valley, gathering around him.
The blood condensed into finger-sized blood orbs, then twisted into threads, stretching and thinning as they drew in Heaven and Earth Essence from every direction.
As though a spell net woven from threads of laws had been stirred, a dark red formation array appeared, reinforcing his body with layer upon layer of restrictions.
The eyeball in his left socket, which the sword's astral energy had sliced open, began recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was the divine ability of Flesh Regeneration. He had originally lacked the essence-blood vital energy to use it, but by refining blood corpses and binding them to his own essence-blood vital energy, he could employ it