As the voice faded, a figure slowly emerged from the earth in the distance.
No aura could be sensed from it, yet the rain kept three feet away.
There were many kinds of zombies. The one from earlier had been a Hairy Stiff.
But this zombie could speak human language. It was certainly many times stronger than that Hairy Stiff.
Li Ping'an's pale eyes remained calm and unruffled.
A talking zombie? That really is rather unusual.
"Senior Sister, this person is so strange."
"It might not be a person!"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Wen Ruohai froze.
Xuan Ruo was not certain either. By the flickering lightning, she saw the zombie's full appearance.
A chill immediately gripped her heart, and her lips trembled. "...I'm afraid... it's a Flying Stiff."
A Flying Stiff?
Wen Ruohai did not know what a Flying Stiff meant. The ignorant knew no fear.
"A Flying Stiff? Does that mean this zombie can fly?"
Xuan Ruo said gravely, "Flying Stiffs have generally cultivated for several hundred years. These zombies are extremely formidable. They fear neither sunlight nor blades, and they can use spells. Even cultivators of the middle three realms probably couldn't subdue one."
"The... middle three realms? At Master's level?"
Rain poured down as Li Ping'an and the Flying Stiff stood on opposite sides.
The Flying Stiff looked at the cultivator before it, whose strength was still unclear.
It had seen much and knew much, and could recognize that its opponent was most likely a Sword Cultivator.
Which realm?
The Flying Stiff had once taken the head of a Third Realm Sword Cultivator.
A Third Realm Sword Cultivator had combat strength equal to a fourth-realm cultivator.
In a place like this, that was enough to swagger about unchallenged.
*No need to fear. I still have two