Watching the corpse fly toward him, the black-robed man chuckled sinisterly and shook his bell again. The corpse stopped unnaturally in midair, then lowered its head and charged at Zhang Xiao.
Then he picked up the Straw Effigy and submerged it completely in the foul-smelling blood.
"To deal with the Golden Light Spell, you first have to defile the golden light. Otherwise, you're facing a turtle in its shell..." the black-robed man said unhurriedly, trying to distract Zhang Xiao with his words.
Even though this disciple of Dragon-Tiger Mountain looked very young, he did not let his guard down in the slightest. That very caution had kept him alive through many battles.
Zhang Xiao ignored him. Are you kidding? My golden light has already reached the stage of understanding my heart and seeing my true nature, clear as a mirror. You think you can defile it just because you want to?
Does Dragon-Tiger Mountain's reputation count for nothing?
Right now, he was more concerned about the Corpse-Sealing Talisman. Why had it failed? It was one of Dragon-Tiger Mountain's ten basic Talisman Scripts, and it was considered basic precisely because it was simple and effective.
In theory, it countered every kind of reanimated corpse. It could even suppress the Inferi in Voldemort's cave! That alone showed how formidable this talisman was.
Zhang Xiao leaned back to evade the sweeping arm, the gust it raised stirring his hair. Time seemed to slow. He let himself fall backward with the motion and kicked forward with his right leg, striking the Corpse Refining squarely in the chin.
His eyes flickered as possibilities flowed through his mind.
Unless... what's in front of me isn't a corpse! Or isn't just a corpse!
He turned his face toward Wu Jiayou, who was cowering off to one side,