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Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1677 - 971: Corpse Refining
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Chapter 1677: Chapter 971: Corpse Refining

The Ghost Lantern illuminated the two Chen Nangxiu Masters, revealing varying degrees of corrosive "marks" on their bodies. Comparatively, the marks on Chen Nang were more severe, as he was closer.

Yang Xiao chose to save Chen Nang first, as he was, in a sense, truly one of his own.

However, in the process of using the Ghost Lantern to dissipate the "marks," Yang Xiao realized that the situation was far more troublesome than he had imagined. Using the Ghost Lantern for his own evil exorcism and for others were two completely different concepts, and the spiritual power consumed was exponentially greater. A similar situation had occurred before when the Yi Sect sought out Yang Xiao to heal Jiang Qingluan.

Even more troubling was that as spiritual power was heavily consumed, the Mirror World also became unstable. At this rate, not to mention healing both people, he was afraid that he wouldn’t even be able to cure just Chen Nang before being countered by the Soul-Capturing Mirror.

At this moment, the Trickster also noticed the issue and urgently said, "Ming Emperor, we can’t delay any longer. You... you need to use your power to get us out of here!"

Yang Xiao steadied his mind and firmly said, "We can’t leave, we are all trapped here, and I can’t escape unless... we take it down!"

Hearing this, the Trickster’s heart sank. It was very clear that this space couldn’t hold for much longer, and once it broke, his situation would be dire.

By then, Chen Nang might have already been healed, leaving only him alone.

Moreover, even if Yang Xiao managed to heal Chen Nang in time, he might not have the ability to continue healing the Trickster, since Yang Xiao would need to conserve some spiritual power for his own protection. Regardless, today seemed almost a dead-end for him, and the Trickster was nearly in despair.

At this moment, Yang Xiao interrupted the treatment for Chen Nang because he confirmed there wasn’t enough time, and someone needed to buy them some time.

"Ming Emperor, I’ve been loyal to you, you... you can’t do this to me." As Yang Xiao’s gaze landed on him, the Trickster instinctively stepped back, gripping the Magic Cloth in his hand, ready for battle.

The Trickster also understood their current predicament. To survive, someone had to go out and hold off the Horse-faced Ghost to buy the others some time.

Seeing that internal conflict was imminent, Yang Xiao impatiently waved his hand and shouted, "What are you two panicking about? I’m the leader; I’ll step up when there’s trouble. You two stay here and wait; I’ll go confront it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xiao flashed out of the Mirror World, appearing in the eerie Chaos Burial Mound. At this moment, the rampaging Horse-faced Ghost seemed to perceive something, immediately stopped and turned to face Yang Xiao, striding towards him.

Originally, there was no reason for the Horse-faced Ghost to pursue Yang Xiao, as his "mark" had already been removed. Yang Xiao speculated it was because of Chen Nang and the Trickster, as they were still hiding in his Mirror World.

And since the Soul-Capturing Mirror was his magic artifact, it created a peculiar chain reaction.

At this moment, a strange thought flickered in Yang Xiao’s mind. If he were killed, what would happen to Chen Nang and the Trickster? Would they be forever trapped in the Mirror World?

The chaotic thoughts quickly faded. Yang Xiao dared to come out not out of recklessness but because he thought of a way to deal with this creature.

Chen Nang was his informant within the Evil Cultivator’s team, and he was quite satisfied with the Trickster’s performance, so both of them had value in surviving, so saving them was worth it.

As the Horse-faced Ghost approached, Yang Xiao took out a wooden box and opened it to reveal an inverted, pitch-black porcelain bottle inside.

Indeed, it was the Ghost Fog Bottle.

It seemed unremarkable, but Yang Xiao knew the power of this item. It was the most formidable defensive weapon of the Gu Sect, even praised highly by Dean Sheng.

As the Ghost Fog Bottle was toppled, a mist quickly surged around, growing denser and engulfing the Chaos Burial Mound in less than half a minute.

In the depths of the mist, vague human figures oscillated, rigid as zombies, cold and lifeless, devoid of any emotion.

These Puppets were the painstaking collection of the Gu Sect, even including the corpse of a Half-step Nether Realm master, and now they were at Yang Xiao’s disposal.

With the appearance of these corpse Puppets, the situation flipped instantly. Yang Xiao noticed these Puppets converging on the Horse-faced Ghost; first, one Puppet placed its hand on the Horse-faced Ghost’s shoulder, then a second one placed its hand on the first Puppet’s shoulder, and so forth, a third, a fourth...

The corpses lined up, and simultaneously, the pursuit speed of the Horse-faced Ghost was drastically slowed. At first, Yang Xiao had to utilize the Soul-Capturing Mirror’s ability to dodge and run, but now he only needed to walk quickly a few steps to escape.

At the same time, the pressure from the Horse-faced Ghost on Yang Xiao diminished rapidly, and the impact from the Chaos Burial Mound’s ghostly presence on the Mirror World also reduced swiftly. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Seeing the situation stabilize, Yang Xiao hesitated no more, returned to the Mirror World, and continued treating Chen Nang, then the Trickster.

In about ten minutes, Yang Xiao finally completely removed the "marks" from the two. As the three returned, the scene before them startled Chen Nang and the Trickster, causing their eyes to widen. The Horse-faced Ghost stood there in a daze, body eerily leaning forward, maintaining a stance as if moving forward, yet utterly motionless like a sculpture.

Even more terrifying, behind the Horse-faced Ghost, stood a line of dozens of people, each motionless, the rear person extending an arm to rest on the shoulder of the person in front, the entire line twisted and stretching far, like a cleaned dragon’s spine.

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