The Demon Thought Duck

From the bottom up, the dead souls around Zhang Xuezhou pushed forward.

It wasn't until he stepped onto the top of the stone pillar covered with gold, iron, glass, and gemstones that Zhang Xuezhou encountered resistance and saw for the first time the opponents that the dead souls had fought and killed.

It was a female undead soul with wings of light and shadow on its back. The body it wore was not armor, but rather pieces of crimson scales.

Compared to other undead, the opponent was too agile. Even when swarmed by a sea of undead devoid of thought and reason, it could still weave through them using various flight techniques.

Each time the opponent penetrated and pierced through, dozens of dead souls instantly collapsed, turning into specks of light that fell from the sky.

"An Ran?"

"Empty furnace?"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted, and the Demonic Sound Technique continued to travel far away.

Zhang Xuezhou wasn't particularly interested in the war between the dead; winning or losing didn't bring him any benefit.

Rather than watching the battles between the dead souls, he was more focused on reuniting with Ren Anran and the others, and then studying the secrets of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon lurking in this area.

With no wind or waves and no clouds, the environment in this high-altitude area was as tranquil as a vacuum.

The only noise was the relentless battle between the dead souls.

Zhang Xuezhou shouted twice, looking around at the area that could be seen almost everywhere.

He searched along the stone pillars from bottom to top but did not see Ren Anran or the others. However, Zhang Xuezhou looked around but did not notice any other special locations in this area.

According to normal human thinking, exploration will inevitably seek out the extraordinary.

This is also why he judged that Ren Anran and others were in the Shizhu area.

Now that he couldn't find Ren Anran and the top of the stone pillar was unremarkable, with only a more powerful dead soul, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Sinner, you will surely descend into the abyss alongside those two heretics and suffer the scorching flames of hell!"

Just as he was about to control his Yang Corporeal Soul body to descend and search other areas, he heard the female dead soul shout at him.

"Um?"

Upon hearing the wave of mental fluctuations, Zhang Xuezhou's spirits jolted.

"Kill her!"

He pointed, and the numerous powerful undead spirits surrounding him seemed to be injected with adrenaline, rushing towards the female undead spirit.

The vanguard regiment was decimated, but Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou was surrounded by the core regiment, and behind him was the reserve regiment.

Having pushed this far, we've reached the top. As long as we can defeat the female undead spirit, the number of undead spirits is no longer important.

He pointed, not caring about the depletion of the dead souls.

Looking into the distance, the female spirit that had previously been able to evoke mental fluctuations had fallen silent.

If the female undead spirit also had an army of undead spirits by her side, and could lead the charge at the forefront, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his side would inevitably be swept away and wiped out by repeated flanking maneuvers.

But there is only one female undead soul at the top.

As long as death and cost are disregarded, even if it means using the bodies of dead souls to slow down the opponent's movement, the opponent will inevitably be devoured by the countless dead souls that Zhang Xuezhou has yet to calculate.

"The two heretics she mentioned appear to be An Ran and Xulu!"

The message conveyed by the female spirit was so direct that Zhang Xuezhou didn't even need to think twice to understand that Ren Anran and the others' predicament must be related to the other party.

There's nothing special about this area. Either you fight until the opponent escapes, thus drawing Zhang Xuezhou to a hidden place, or you kill the opponent and see if there are any changes in this area.

No matter what you choose, eliminating the female undead spirit is the best answer.

Watching his opponent rush back and forth, repeatedly trying to get close to Zhang Xuezhou but being blocked by countless dead souls, Zhang Xuezhou shook his head as his body began to slow down compared to before.

"Ten"

"Nine"

He counted in a low voice.

The way these undead fight is simple: as long as you pass through a body, there is a chance to devour or destroy the other's body. The stronger undead are simply faster and can withstand more damage. This female undead is not beyond the definition.

The crimson scales on the opponent's body gradually dimmed, and the wings of light and shadow that were not covered by scales were pierced and swallowed up, causing their agility and speed to continuously decrease.

Once a woman's soul is repeatedly struck with the risk of her life, her death soul will inevitably perish and turn into specks of light.

"Sinner... Supreme and Overlord, I surrender! The void may not break, but my Lord endures forever! Believe in my Lord, and you will have eternal life!"

The female undead spirit occasionally triggered violent mental fluctuations and angry outbursts, but once the crimson scales disappeared, her mental fluctuations quickly turned into pleading for mercy.

This change in posture was very rapid; the other party clearly did not want to turn into specks of light and fall to the bottom of the stone pillar.

This was also the first dead soul to plead with Zhang Xuezhou to surrender.

The other side even changed the content of their prayers on their own, thus forming a kind of assimilation that Zhang Xuezhou found difficult to discern. At least the group of dead souls to which he belonged did not launch another attack.

What's your name?

Zhang Xuezhou observed for several seconds before speaking using mental fluctuations.

His ability to transmit spiritual fluctuations through his physical body was somewhat weakened, and his communication was halting, but it didn't pose much of a problem when he was in a state of Divine Sense and Yang Corporeal Soul body.

However, since this Yang Corporeal Soul body was only partially formed, Zhang Xuezhou's spiritual fluctuations had a limited range, and the sound waves emitted by these fluctuations were also relatively weak.

"My lord has given me a name, so I shall be called 'What'!"

"What?"

"My lord!"

For a moment, Zhang Xuezhou almost lost track of the female ghost's train of thought.

He looked at the motionless female spirit lying atop the stone pillar and felt that her obedience was something he had never seen before.

Where are those two heretics?

Having thought things through, Zhang Xuezhou went straight to the point, asking Ren Anran and Xu Lu about their respective areas.

This caused the lying female ghost to quickly point forward.

It was an empty area. Zhang Xuezhou had just had a moment of doubt when he suddenly remembered this area hidden in the distortion.

Clearly, there are areas in this region where large rings encircle smaller rings.

He took a deep breath, gestured for the female ghost to lead the way, and then followed behind.

However, the expected pulling sensation on Yang Corporeal Soul's body and the stinging pain of swords at his body did not appear. Zhang Xuezhou took a step forward, and Yang Corporeal Soul's body then appeared in a dark red hall.

It's clear that these red-skinned humans really like the color red; the overall style of this hall atop the stone pillars reflects this.

Numerous patterns representing flames covered the hall, while rows of red-skinned undead, dressed in wide robes, held books and read aloud.

"As long as the void remains, I shall endure forever!"

"Those who believe in me will have eternal life!"

As the recitation echoed, Zhang Xuezhou felt as if he were traveling to another world where the chanting was identical to his own.

Above these chantings of the dead souls, Ren Anran and Xu Lu were bound by red chains, their bodies hanging in mid-air in the center of the hall.

Zhang Xuezhou's gaze swept to the front of the main hall, where instead of a statue of a god, stood a blood-stained, withered wooden throne.

There was no one on the throne, but at the very top of it stood a large green bird.

When Zhang Xuezhou looked at the large bird, he saw that the bird was tilting its head and looking at him in return.

"Quack, what are you doing here?"

As if speaking to an old acquaintance, the large bird greeted Zhang Xuezhou.

This made Zhang Xuezhou's eyes widen suddenly, as he recalled the noisy Demon Thought that had once entangled his mind.