The power of the Magic Flute spread for about a hundred feet, which was the limit. The closer one was, the greater the power. If the two were face to face, the Magic Flute's power would reach one hundred percent, making it a terrifying attack method.
Lin Hao controlled the flying knives without showing any emotion, not letting the zombie notice.
He didn't really want to meddle in this matter, but if the zombie succeeded, it might absorb the essence and blood from his body. It would be better to counterattack and catch him off guard, at least to ease the pressure on Gu Qingyou.
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Ten steps
Eight steps
...
Five steps!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
When the zombie was less than five steps away from Fairy Qingyou, the five flying knives surrounding her flew toward the zombie like a flood of beasts, slicing through the air.
Wherever the flying knives passed, blood lightning appeared, a result of their extreme speed.
By the time the zombie regained his senses, the flying knives were right in front of him. He was completely unprepared. Since he started playing the Magic Flute, he hadn't paid attention to Lin Hao, thinking that a mere second-stage Earth Gate ant would have his soul torn apart by the Magic Flute, turning him into a zombie.
The zombie never thought that Lin Hao could still control the flying knives.
The flying knives aimed for the zombie's eyes, the most vulnerable part of his body.
The zombie's reaction speed was also extremely fast. His defense was incredibly strong, and even a peer would find it hard to break through. However, the eyes of a demon cultivator were relatively weak. Although the flying knives couldn't seriously threaten him, they might cause some damage to his eyes.
The zombie was so angry that he wanted to tear Lin Hao apart, but he still had to play the Magic Flute and couldn't be distracted.
A terrifying blood aura emanated from his body, almost tangible, capable of physical attacks, such as crushing a third-stage Earth Gate cultivator into pieces.
Seeing this, Lin Hao's lips curled slightly. His plan had succeeded halfway.
The previous flying knives were just a deterrent. Lin Hao knew they couldn't seriously threaten the zombie. Even if they hit his eyes, it would only cause minor damage.
But what level of cultivation did the zombie have? He might be just an ant compared to Fairy Qingyou, but compared to Lin Hao, he was far superior. How could he allow himself to be injured by an ant, even if it was a minor injury?
"Hey!"
At that moment, Lin Hao shouted, and his soul instantly expanded, protecting him.
Although the zombie was powerful, he only used a bit of his aura. In his mind, a mere second-stage Earth Gate ant could be instantly killed with just a bit of his aura.
However, he miscalculated. Lin Hao was the Nine Heavens Emperor in his previous life, having opened the ninth Heavenly Gate, equivalent to a supreme deity. After merging two souls, his soul was incredibly strong, and resisting this bit of pressure wasn't a big problem.
The zombie was slightly surprised to see that this young man could resist his aura.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Just as the zombie was distracted, the flying knives were right in front of him.
The zombie sneered inwardly, treating the flying knives as nothing, and continued to play the Magic Flute. The attack of an ant was nothing to worry about. As the flying knives approached, he closed his eyes slightly, not believing they could cause any real damage.
At that moment, a cunning look appeared in Lin Hao's eyes.
The five flying knives, originally aimed at the zombie's eyes, suddenly changed direction, aiming for the Soul Rank Magic Flute in his hand!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The five flying knives hit the Soul Rank Magic Flute almost simultaneously.
The demonic melody abruptly stopped, and the blood ripples in the air faded.
"You little brat, you're asking for death!" The zombie, caught off guard, dropped the Soul Rank Magic Flute.
"Ugly thing." Lin Hao cursed, not fearing the zombie's glare.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the fallen Magic Flute was hit by the flying knives, creating a gap. From that gap, a piercing sound emerged.
The faint blood aura became incredibly intense, and the gap acted like a vent, releasing all the power of the Soul Rank Magic Flute.
Lin Hao, being the farthest from the Magic Flute, was the first to sense the danger. He immediately used the 'Cloud Wind Step' to retreat, escaping the area of the blood aura.
Fairy Qingyou escaped next, but she was tainted by some blood aura. Already severely injured, she now suffered even more, spitting out a stream of blood, her already pale face turning even whiter.
As for the zombie, he was the last to escape, his entire body enveloped in a curse.
"Damn... little brat, I'll eat your flesh and drink your blood!" The zombie, enraged, glared at Lin Hao with a sinister look.
The Soul Rank Magic Flute, made from relatively fragile materials, could absorb blood aura and curse energy, interfering with the soul. However, Lin Hao's attack had inadvertently created a gap, causing the accumulated blood aura and curse energy to be released.
This power, concentrated in one point, was terrifying.
Even a tiny bit could be fatal.
Lin Hao, the culprit, noticed the danger in time and escaped quickly, being the farthest from the Magic Flute. However, Fairy Qingyou and the zombie, being less than ten feet away, were both entangled by the blood aura and curse.
Fairy Qingyou, already severely injured, was now in even worse condition. She had to use all her spiritual energy to resist the blood aura and curse, making her unable to fight.
As for the zombie, it was even worse. The curse energy reduced his strength to the second-stage Earth Gate level. Unless he could remove the curse, he would never advance in martial arts.
The zombie, who was initially enraged, suddenly paused. He realized he should thank the little brat.
Now, Fairy Qingyou had to resist the curse, and her injuries were severe, making her unable to fight. As for the little brat, he posed no threat.
"Although I'm entangled by the curse and my strength has dropped to the second-stage Earth Gate level, I can remove the curse and recover my strength when I return to the branch. Fairy Qingyou is unable to fight, and capturing her will be easy. As for the little brat, his strength is also at the second-stage Earth Gate level, and he's no match for me... It's a pity about the Magic Flute, but if I can capture Fairy Qingyou alive, the branch leader won't blame me for damaging it... Hehehe!" A sinister smile appeared on the zombie's face.
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"Quick... take me away from here..." Fairy Qingyou's lips were stained with blood, her face pale, adding to her delicate beauty, a charm few men could resist.
Lin Hao glanced at Fairy Qingyou but didn't speak. He then looked at the zombie, having his own plans.
The current situation was clear. Fairy Qingyou had temporarily lost her fighting ability, and even Lin Hao could capture her. The zombie, though weakened by the curse, still had an extremely powerful realm of intent.
After all, the zombie's peak strength was close to 'Heavenly Spirit.' Even with his realm reduced, he could still dominate the current situation.
This seemed correct, but Fairy Qingyou didn't know that the young man in front of her was no ordinary person. In his previous life, he opened the ninth Heavenly Gate, an unprecedented feat on the Yellow Wasteland Continent, likely reaching the level of a true deity.
Lin Hao's realm of intent was like a towering mountain, while the zombie was at most a speck of dust. How could they be compared?
At that moment, the zombie looked at Lin Hao with a venomous gaze, his eyes roaming over him. "Little brat, I should thank you."
Lin Hao's lips curled into a cold smile. He sized up the zombie, whose current strength was at the sixth level of the second-stage Earth Gate, the same as his. Killing him would be as easy as lifting a finger.
"Little brat." Lin Hao replied coldly.
Hearing this, the zombie instantly flew into a rage. Although his strength had dropped, he still had a realm of intent comparable to the fifth-stage Earth Gate. How could this kid be fearless and even dare to insult him?
Fairy Qingyou frowned. Her injuries were severe, especially after being entangled by the curse and blood aura. She had to use all her spiritual energy to suppress her injuries, making her unable to fight. She could only rely on Lin Hao, but he didn't seem to care and was confronting the zombie.
Boom!
Lin Hao threw the three-tailed cat demon from his shoulder to the ground, retracted the ten flying knives, and didn't even draw the Heavy Evil Sword.
"Come." Lin Hao looked at the zombie coldly, beckoning him with a finger, a silent taunt.
A blatant provocation!
Arrogant, incredibly arrogant!
The zombie and Fairy Qingyou were both surprised. Where did this kid get his confidence?
"Ji ji... I'll drain your essence and blood!" The zombie laughed sinisterly, his form moving like a ghost toward Lin Hao.
He was confident that his powerful realm of intent would allow him to defeat this little brat in one move!
Seeing this, Lin Hao stood still, his black hair fluttering in the wind, his face cold, unlike his actual age, giving him the appearance of an ancient monster.
"Die!" The zombie roared, his zombie claws glowing black, ready to drain Lin Hao's essence and blood.
"Dealing with scum like you." Lin Hao sneered. "One finger is enough."
Whoosh!
As he spoke, Lin Hao pointed, breaking through the void, creating a whistling wind and a killing aura.
A cold wind blew, making his clothes flutter. This finger, seemingly casual, was beyond the ordinary level, reaching a height the zombie couldn't touch.
When he inadvertently met Lin Hao's dark eyes, the zombie's pupils contracted. He felt an intangible pressure, not limited to a specific area, but a pressure of the realm of intent, as if from the heavens.
The zombie felt that the young man had seen through him completely, every weakness exposed. His chest felt tight, and his realm of intent trembled involuntarily.
Before the zombie could think further, the finger shadow flickered, and in a moment of distraction, he found himself in danger.
Bang!
Lin Hao's finger struck the zombie's forehead, the force like a flood, sending him flying.
With a loud crash, the zombie hit the ground, dust flying, leaving a mark on the ground.