Zhao Polu's body shuddered violently, and a thick mouthful of black origin fiend aura sprayed from its mouth. Its domain had been shattered, severely damaging its origin.
The corpse fiend aura around him began leaking uncontrollably. All the power he had absorbed over a thousand years poured from his body like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
"No!!!" Zhao Polu dropped to his knees, his hands futilely covering the gash in his chest as he tried to stop his origin from leaking out.
But he could not. The backlash from his shattered domain was knocking him out of the SS-Rank Flying Zombie realm, and his aura was weakening rapidly.
Lin Jin raised Susanoo's long blade, ready to end it all.
Yet just as the blade was about to descend, the floor of the Main Tomb Chamber suddenly shook violently.
A fissure tore open behind Zhao Polu. An enormous claw burning with corpse fiend flames shot out of it, shielding him.
Susanoo's long blade struck the enormous claw with a deafening metallic clang, only to be forcibly deflected.
Lin Jin's gaze sharpened.
Whoever had come could withstand a direct strike from Susanoo's long blade. Their strength far surpassed Zhao Polu's.
The next second, the fissure widened further, and an invisible force flung the stone floor slabs into the air.
Eerie green corpse fiend flames surged from the fissure. Their temperature was extremely high, yet they gave off no sense of scorching heat. Instead, they sent the temperature throughout the tomb chamber plunging to freezing.
Then a figure slowly rose from the fissure.
It, too, appeared to be a zombie, but unlike Zhao Polu, its frame was not large. In fact, it was no different from an ordinary person's.
It wore a long-faded dark gold robe. Its face was withered, but faint traces