The mummified corpse's throat bobbed as it rapidly drank the blood.
As for the Level Six Martial Spirit, his body quickly turned pale and bloodless.
What was even more terrifying was that as the corpse fed, it seemed to regain a sliver of vitality. The suppressive aura in the area grew even stronger!
'Damn this thing...'
Sensing the slightly stronger suppression, Chu Qingyun cursed inwardly. He knew he couldn't afford to waste any more time.
He turned his head and said to Dai, "Dai, I'm going to count to three. When I hit three, use Lifting Heavy as Light."
Dai nodded with difficulty and asked, "Who do I hit?"
"Anyone. Just strike forward."
"I'm starting. One... Two... Three!"
The moment the word "three" left his lips, Chu Qingyun and Dai both mustered every ounce of their strength. They painstakingly drew out Primordial Power from their meridians—one unleashing Thunder Sword, the other Lifting Heavy as Light.
