Xu Qingtong pulled back, flicking several Fireball Talismans onto the Corpse Charm. At once, a scorched smell drifted out as a patch of its white hair caught fire, exposing the dark green skin beneath.
The Corpse Charm shook itself and continued toward Xu Qingtong as though nothing had happened. It seemed unhurried, waddling like a goose or duck, but in fact moved swiftly. In a few steps, it reached Xu Qingtong and raised a hand to strike him.
Xu Qingtong dared not delay. He thrust the Golden Light Shield forward to block while drifting to one side.
With a bang, the Corpse Charm's palm slammed heavily against the Golden Light Shield. Xu Qingtong felt his body jolt as a tremendous force struck him. The shield's radiance instantly faded, and cracks spread across its surface.
Seeing that the shield in his hand had lost its protective power, Xu Qingtong could only put it away. With a thought, he summoned the Houtu Seal above his head.
Xu Qingtong poured magic power into the Houtu Seal, forming a ring of earthen-yellow light around himself. His eyes remained fixed on the Corpse Charm as he considered how to fight it.
The Corpse Charm's attacks were not too frightening; he could still barely handle them. But its defenses were truly astonishing. His sword could not cut it, and fire could not harm it. What should he do? His thoughts raced like lightning, but he could think of no solution for the moment.
This Corpse Charm isn't very intelligent. Why not try attacking its soul? Xu Qingtong thought.
He summoned the Soul-Chasing Spear and pointed. Its pitch-black shaft carried a cold glint as it stabbed straight toward the Corpse Charm's head. Just as the spear tip was about to strike, Xu Qingtong willed a phantom spear