Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

The golden light slowly faded, and the nine layers of sealed spatial barriers vanished into nothingness like smoke and clouds.

The dark demonic energy within the barrier returned to normal. Lin Yuan stood suspended in the center of the void, his robes fluttering, his dragon energy flowing smoothly around him, and even his breathing rhythm remained perfectly steady.

The deadly attack that had just struck him, combining the explosion of flesh and blood with the explosion of the soul, was as light as brushing away dust.

At the edge of the barrier, two demon refiners stood frozen in place, their emaciated bodies trembling slightly, their faces drained of color, leaving only a deathly ashen white. Their natal demonic artifacts were completely destroyed, and their very essence was repeatedly damaged; the stagnation surging through their meridians almost made them lose their footing.

They thought this double self-destruction, both real and feigned, was their trump card. Even if it didn't kill the opponent, it would at least tear off a layer of skin. But reality dealt them the heaviest blow—it didn't even damage the opponent's physical body!

A bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. They didn't even dare to look at the leader's face outside the barrier. They just lowered their heads, their fingertips curling slightly, and for the first time, the thought of escaping arose in their hearts.

But just as this thought arose, an extremely suppressed angry roar came from outside the barrier. The voice of the leader of the dragon demons was like a sharp blade tempered with ice, piercing through the spatial barrier and hitting the ears of the two of them.

"You two useless fools! What are you standing there for! Keep attacking!"

The leader of the dragon demons hovered beneath the sky, his body surging and boiling with uncontrollable black demonic energy. Veins bulged on his ferocious dragon head, and his narrow, vertical pupils were filled with violence and rage.

He stared intently at the composed figure within the barrier, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists, the Heaven-Suppressing Banner in his palm burning slightly.

How is that possible? How can it always be like this?

From the physical Fallen One to the Evil Refiner, from the Snake Corpse Combination to the Centipede Demon Combination, he meticulously planned each wave, first laying out the field to deplete the opponent's strength, then merging to exert pressure, and finally self-destructing to finish them off. Each step was progressive and interlocking. Even if a cultivator of the same level encountered him, they would have long since exhausted their spiritual energy and been seriously injured and on the verge of death.

But this human remained as steady as a mountain from beginning to end. He used flames, divine thunder, divine swords, and heavenly seals in turn, breaking the deadlock each time. He steadily suppressed every wave of self-destruction with the Heavenly Master Seal, without showing the slightest damage.

An indescribable anxiety and anger grew wildly in his heart. He had been in charge of this place for many years, and had never felt so frustrated.

The meticulously laid trap turned out to be a training ground that gave the opponent valuable experience, resulting in manpower losses and wasted trump cards, without even revealing the opponent's true strength.

But he couldn't back down, much less admit defeat.

If we cannot kill this person today, then they will all die here. We must take advantage of the fact that he is trapped in the formation and do our best to kill him completely!

They can only live if this person dies!

"Give me everything you have! Even if we have to use every evil item we possess, we'll wear him down to death!"

The dragon demon's voice carried a chilling coldness, "Anyone who dares to hold back will face my wrath for being the first to purge their ranks!"

The order was as firm as a mountain, carrying an unquestionable and iron-fisted authority.

The two demon refiners trembled, their last shred of retreat extinguished. They exchanged a glance, both seeing a ruthless, desperate resolve in each other's eyes.

With things having come to this point, retreat meant certain death, while fighting might offer a sliver of hope. After a century of cultivation, the evil nature hidden deep within them had been fully unleashed, so they decided to stop holding back and unleash all the other natal evil artifacts they had cultivated.

The poison master on the left took a deep breath, his withered hand reaching into his robes to pull out a palm-sized, dark purple cloth bag.

The entire bag is woven from the venom sacs of a different kind of poisonous insect, and its surface gleams with an oily purple light. The opening of the bag is sealed with a knot made of the fangs of the poisonous insects, and a faint purple poisonous mist surrounds it. Wherever the poisonous mist passes, even the void ripples with fine corrosion.

Even through the cloth bag, you could hear a faint rustling sound coming from inside, as if countless poisonous insects were crawling and biting inside, which made your scalp tingle.

This bag, named "Ten Thousand Poisons Human-Faced Scorpion Bag," is the result of his years of painstaking effort, fed with hundreds of rare poisons and thousands of living souls.

The bag contained nearly a thousand purple-backed human-faced scorpions. Each scorpion had a distorted human face naturally appearing on its carapace. These were the souls of those who had been poisoned. They could emit soul-piercing shrieks to disturb the mind and spew out amethyst poisonous flames that corroded bones and eroded souls. The poison was so potent that it would cause immediate decay upon contact and death upon being hit. It was truly a case of killing on sight.

The evil cultivator on the right, who was refining corpses, formed hand seals and slammed them against his forehead.

He chanted obscure corpse incantations, causing his body to swell with corpse energy and thick blood light to emanate from the void beneath his feet.

A four-foot-long blood-red coffin slowly rose from the blood-red light beneath his feet.

The coffin was made entirely of the flesh and bones of countless cultivators. The surface of the coffin was covered with dark red scabs, and thick black blood kept seeping from the cracks. The lid was covered with hideous corpse patterns, and faint, mournful roars came from inside the coffin.

This coffin is called the "Hundred Corpse Blood Coffin". It is an evil artifact that he collected from the corpses of hundreds of powerful creatures, soaked them in the blood of fallen demons, and nurtured them with corpse evil for a long time.

The hundred corpses in the coffin were all walking corpses with skin of copper and bones of iron, possessing immense strength. They were not afraid of pain or death, only knowing how to tear and gnaw, and were best at using sheer numbers to wear down their opponents.

The two evil artifacts appeared simultaneously, with purple poisonous gas and dark red corpse energy intertwined. A cold, decaying, and violent aura instantly swept across the entire void barrier, making them even more ferocious than the previous combination of Blood Centipede and White Fiend.

"Human-faced Scorpion, emerge!"

With a stern shout, the Scorpion Master, a master of demonic arts, channeled demonic energy from his fingertips into the purple pouch, untying the fang-shaped knot at the pouch's opening.

The bag burst open with a bang, and a thick, impenetrable purple poisonous mist gushed out first, from which countless purple figures surged forth like a tide.

rustling --

The crawling sounds were so dense they made your teeth ache; nearly a thousand purple scorpions with human faces covered most of the void.

Each scorpion is the size of an adult's fist, covered in a deep purple, crystalline carapace. Its eight legs are as sharp as knives, and its tail is raised high, ending in a needle-like stinger that gleams with a cold, eerie purple light. A drop of venom hangs precariously from the tip of the stinger.

The most bizarre thing is their carapace; each piece of carapace has a distorted human face on it, with blurred eyebrows and eyes, a wide-open mouth, and a sharp shriek as faint as a mosquito's buzz that pierces straight into the mind.

Countless shrieks converged, forming a buzzing noise that constantly assaulted the enemy's consciousness. If they were not careful, their hearts would waver and their spiritual energy would become disordered.

The moment the scorpions emerged from their sacs, they surged forth like a purple wave, carrying with them a cloud of poisonous mist and a soul-piercing shriek, sweeping towards Lin Yuan.