"Whoosh, whoosh-!!"
The golden light turned into streaks of golden arrows, weaving around trees, bushes, and small animals.
They headed straight for the black figure at the very front.
The zombie tapped its toes against the ground, covering more than twenty zhang in a single leap.
Fast as it was,
the golden arrows were faster still.
One arrow struck the zombie first.
A puff of blue smoke burst from its body, and it plummeted.
The next instant, all the arrows rained down.
"Roar-!!"
"Amitabha."
Changqing stood in the moonlight, watching the zombie.
The zombie struggled to its feet and turned to flee.
But Li Ping'an appeared in another direction and said mildly, "Why not sit down and talk?"
The zombie spat black vapor, and that power that had abruptly appeared within it, a power not its own, manifested again.
Changqing swept out a palm, and a golden ring of light spread.
The zombie's body slammed into the mountainside.
It had clearly been only a light palm strike, yet the zombie could no longer move.
A wisp of black vapor emerged from the zombie and fled into the distance.
It moved so fast that, almost in the blink of an eye,
it had already shot ten thousand zhang into the sky.
Li Ping'an formed a sword gesture with his fingers, and his figure suddenly shot into the air.
A sword strike in midair.
"Hum-!"
The wisp of black vapor was cleaved horizontally in two by the Sword Qi and abruptly dispersed.
Li Ping'an narrowed his eyes slightly, his Divine Sense tracking the vanished wisp of black vapor.
Until it had been completely purged from the world.
Li Ping'an landed again and exchanged a glance with Changqing.
What strange demonic energy. They could neither trace its source nor uncover its origins.
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