I Truly Am The Villian - Chapter 2291
Chapter 2291: Chapter 2290: Slaying Black Soul, Demon City’s Rejection
Just then, around the Black Soul Mage, a surge of black energy was released.
All this black energy gathered from the jars on his body surface.
In the midst of the black energy, a figure seemed to emerge.
This was the Corpse King of the Black Soul Mage.
The corpse aura shot upwards, dyeing the very firmament gray.
It was a sickly gray.
And near Treasure Cliff, some low-cultivation cultivators immediately sensed something amiss.
They found it difficult to breathe, their bodies covered in corpse spots.
One by one, they began to fall to the ground.
“What…what is happening?” someone asked in terror.
“Corpse aura, someone has been affected by corpse aura.”
“But we haven’t even come into contact with the Corpse King, how could we be infected with corpse aura for no reason?” someone puzzled.
“The Corpse King of the Black Soul Mage is different from ordinary flying corpses. The Black Soul Mage’s own power isn’t strong, but his Corpse King is terrifying beyond measure.”
“In any space where the Corpse King exists, even air and spiritual energy will be polluted by corpse aura.”
“So even if you don’t come into direct contact with the Corpse King, as long as you’re in the same space, you could get infected.”
Not everyone will be infected though.
After all, some people have enough power to alleviate the corpse aura once it enters their bodies.
As long as they aren’t attacked by corpse poison, it will be fine.
But those with average cultivation aren’t so lucky.
Upon hearing this explanation, some who knew their cultivation was low dared not even watch the commotion and hurriedly retreated.
After all, to them, life was far more important than excitement.
……
As soon as the Corpse King appeared, it exuded an extraordinary aura.
Most influences on zombies exhibit invulnerability, immortality, and immunity to the myriad laws.
But the Corpse King before them was different.
It wasn’t a dried corpse; it was a Corpse King of flesh and blood, with terrifying power flowing through its veins.
It seemed that every drop of blood contained boundless power.
If not for its two incredibly sharp fangs, it would look like a brawny man filled with vitality, far from being associated with a Corpse King.
This was the Corpse King cultivated by the Black Soul Mage.
And the black-robed people under the shroud of black aura, who were slain earlier, were now rising one by one.
They themselves were also zombies.
This is the ruthlessness of the Corpse Burial Mound.
Previously, Xu Zimei said that the cultivation methods of Corpse Burial Mound and Blood River Valley were widespread.
There was no secrecy; instead, they actively allowed countless people to cultivate them.
Why was this? Firstly, to occupy more numbers and suppress each other within Demon City.
Secondly, because this cultivation technique was inherently a trap.
Take the Corpse Burial Mound, anyone who cultivated this method became a furnace themselves.
As if there was a stronger being controlling them.
The Black Soul Mage was their mastermind, able to turn these black-robed people into his dried corpses anytime he wished.
However, these dried corpses were weak, and the Black Soul Mage usually disregarded them.
Yet at this moment, under the control of the Black Soul Mage, these dried corpses were seen digging into their chests, extracting their hearts.
These hearts were hearts of living people.
This was one of the peculiarities of the Corpse Burial Mound.
They could place people in a state of living death.
When unnecessary, even the black-robed individuals themselves were unaware they were already corpses.
And when needed, although their cultivation was low, their hearts could continuously provide power to the Corpse King.
At this moment, the scene was extremely eerie.
The dried corpses knelt down, presenting their hearts to the Corpse King.
The Corpse King roared angrily.
With a great shout, it swallowed all the blood aura.
At this moment, the Corpse King’s power grew more terrifying, as if a sea of corpse aura surged mightily.
“Kill him.”
The Black Soul Mage softly commanded.
Directing the Corpse King to attack Xu Zimei.
Its scarlet eyes fixed on Xu Zimei, it moved at incredible speed, transforming into a shadow charging toward Xu Zimei.
The surrounding corpse aura transformed into a mass as though it was akin to a mountain.
However, the next moment, everyone’s gaze came to an abrupt halt.
They stared, mouths agape, unable to close for a long time.
Xu Zimei extended his right hand, spiritual energy surging around him.
When the Corpse King got within a meter of him, an invisible right hand grabbed its neck directly.
And slowly lifted the Corpse King.
The once overwhelmingly fearsome Corpse King now seemed like a mere chick, caught and immobilized.
The once surging corpse aura was now all retracted, with no trace of its once arrogant stance.
……
“You…you,” the Black Soul Mage looked at Xu Zimei, his gaze horrified and unable to calm.
He knew better than anyone how strong his Corpse King was.
Precisely because he knew, he understood the terror of Xu Zimei subduing the Corpse King so effortlessly.
“Done playing, ant?”
Xu Zimei calmly asked.
At this moment, everyone’s gaze at Xu Zimei was filled with awe.
This awe surpassed everything.
Even the Moon-picking Fairy remained silent.
She suddenly felt fortunate, glad she didn’t act first, or her fate would have been the Black Soul Mage’s end.
“Who exactly are you? Since when does Demon City have someone like you?” the Black Soul Mage inquired.
“It’s not important,” Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
“Why ask so many questions when you’re about to die?”
He approached the Black Soul Mage step by step.
The Black Soul Mage chose not to flee, as at this level of combat, mere escape was nearly impossible.
“Is there an opportunity for cooperation? You could join our Corpse Burial Mound; I’ll give you my position.”
Saying this, the Black Soul Mage felt the offer wasn’t big enough.
He added, “Of course, if you wish to be our Mound Lord, you could. I can help you.”
“With your strength, we can absolutely unite the entire Demon City then.”
Xu Zimei chuckled at the Black Soul Mage’s words.
“Unite Demon City?”
“A mere smack-sized city, what challenge is there in uniting it?”
“You, how ill-fated to seek your own doom,” Xu Zimei said indifferently.
The next moment, the Tyrant Shadow in his hand flew out.
Transforming into a stream of light, it surged into the Black Soul Mage’s strength, beginning to destroy everything about him.
Yet as he destroyed the Black Soul Mage, the entire Demon City seemed to respond.
A force surged from within Demon City.
This force, origin unknown, strongly repelled Xu Zimei.
As if wanting to expel him from here.
“When guests come from afar, how can you drive them away?”
Xu Zimei smiled.
With a press of his hand, the force was instantly subdued.
Then, Xu Zimei turned his gaze toward the Moon-picking Fairy.