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

Before the aftershocks of the shattered giant skeleton puppet had even subsided, the four demonic puppets opposite had already suppressed the pain of the backlash.

The four heads simultaneously unleashed a low roar, their savage killing intent almost tangible. From the surging black and red malevolent energy, an aura even more decaying and filthy than before slowly spread out.

Its eight thick arms rose again, demonic energy surging at its fingertips, but instead of condensing into bone blades or flames, it formed obscure and cold hand seals.

The eight arms moved in a staggered and orderly fashion, with hand seals layered upon each other, eventually converging at the chest into a single point of light that was a dark green to almost black.

"vomit--"

The head in the very center, covered in dragon scales, suddenly opened its massive maw, not spewing demonic fire, but instead releasing a thick, dark green river.

This river is not living water, but is formed by the condensation of countless rotting corpses, scattered remnants of souls, and accumulated foul air. It is several meters wide and flows mightily out of the demon puppet's mouth.

As the river churned, it continuously emitted gurgling bubbles and a nauseating, putrid stench. Wherever it passed, even the void sizzled and crackled, rising in layers of grayish-black foam, as if even space itself was about to be rotted away by this vile force.

As soon as the Nether River appeared, the temperature of the entire void barrier suddenly dropped to freezing point. The chilling corpse energy seeped into the bones through the pores, and even the soul felt a faint stinging pain.

This is no ordinary evil water, but a corrupted soul river formed by numerous corpses, countless vengeful spirits and remnants, and the constant nurturing of the corrupted source. It is most adept at eroding spiritual power and polluting the soul. Ordinary protective qi will collapse upon contact with it, making it far more insidious and difficult to deal with than poisonous fire or bone blades.

"A river of foul air?" Lin Yuan frowned slightly, and lightning crackled at his fingertips.

He could clearly sense the strangeness of the river water. The decaying power it contained was not simply evil, but also had a sticky characteristic of being "unyielding, indestructible, and inexhaustible," which ordinary spells would probably find difficult to eradicate completely.

Before the thought even finished, the Nether River swept in like a tidal wave, its waves rising high and transforming into a giant maw that swallowed Lin Yuan whole.

Lin Yuan raised his left hand, and the Heavenly Divine Thunder erupted with a roar. Countless golden lightning bolts surged from his palm, weaving into an impenetrable net of lightning in the air, heading towards the surging, dark green river.

Thunder, being the most powerful and yang element, is the nemesis of all yin and evil spirits. Logically speaking, under the thunder, yin water should melt away instantly, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

But this time, the situation is somewhat different.

"Sizzle—"

The lightning net collided with the dark river, producing a series of ear-piercing sounds of annihilation. The outermost layer of river water was struck by lightning, instantly causing large clouds of gray-black mist to rise, and the river water was also shattered and splashed in all directions.

But the splashing water droplets did not dissipate; instead, they gathered again after landing and slowly seeped and corroded through the gaps in the lightning net.

Golden lightning snakes darted about, constantly cleaving through wave after wave of river water. Yet the Nether River seemed endless, relentlessly crashing against the lightning net. The decaying power contained within the river water spread in the opposite direction along with the lightning, gradually eroding the ultimate yang power of the thunder.

In just a few breaths, the light of the lightning net dimmed a bit, and although nearly half of the Nether River had evaporated, the remaining water became even more viscous and dark, with an even stronger power of decay.

"There's definitely something to it; the lightning can't completely purify it." Lin Yuan snorted coldly, and the lightning power in his palm increased again.

He could see clearly that the core of this River of Corruption lay in the "source of corruption" within the water. As long as the source was not eliminated, no matter how much water was scattered, it could be re-coagulated. Ordinary lightning could only damage the surface, not sever the root.

Just as he was pondering, the eight arms of the Four Fiend Puppet suddenly accelerated their hand seals, and several drops of its life-bound demonic blood were flicked from its fingertips and fell into the surging Nether River.

"Boiling."

The four heads simultaneously uttered a single, obscure syllable.

As soon as he finished speaking, the once surging Youhe River instantly boiled.

The bubbling sound was as dense as rain, the river water churned more violently, and thick, dark gray gas rose from the riverbed.

Immediately afterwards, pale, rotting arms emerged from the river, their fingernails black and curled, gripping the water's surface as they slowly climbed upwards.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of rotting ancient corpses crawled out of the dark river.

These ancient corpses wore tattered armor that had long since decayed, with large areas of their flesh rotting away. Some had exposed their white ribs, while others had half of their cheeks rotted away, and eerie green flames flickered in their dark eye sockets.

Their movements were stiff yet incredibly fast. They crawled out of the river, dripping with viscous, putrid liquid, and roared as they pounced on Lin Yuan.

The horde of corpses was densely packed, exuding a strong stench of decay and resentment, surging in like a tidal wave, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"A zombie horde?" Lin Yuan's gaze turned cold, and he flipped his right hand, causing a blazing golden dragon fire to rise into the air.

The intense heat of the sun rose with the wind, transforming into a massive wall of fire that blocked the path of the horde of corpses.

He initially thought these rotting corpses, like the bronze-armored corpses he had encountered before, would burn upon contact with fire, but the next moment, a sudden change occurred.

The flames sizzled as they burned the ancient corpse, instantly charring the surface of the rotting flesh and sending up plumes of black smoke.

But these ancient corpses seemed to feel no pain, still charging forward fearlessly, even throwing themselves into the sea of ​​fire, letting the flames burn their bodies.

Even more bizarrely, their bodies seemed to contain a large amount of corpse energy and putrid liquid. When roasted by flames, instead of quickly turning to ashes, their aura became increasingly violent, their bodies swelled up, and they showed signs of exploding.

"Not good." Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized that these ancient corpses were not meant for close combat, but were moving corpse bombs!

The thought had barely formed when the first dozen or so ancient corpses rushed to the edge of the wall of fire, their bodies swelling to their maximum size before exploding with a deafening roar.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The continuous explosions rose and fell, each ancient corpse exploding into a sky full of putrid liquid, broken bones, and corpse fumes.

The dark green liquid was extremely corrosive. When it splashed onto the golden wall of fire, it instantly corroded small pits. The gray-black corpse energy condensed and lingered around the flames, constantly eroding their intensity.

Hundreds of ancient corpses exploded simultaneously, their combined power creating a corrosive explosion storm covering an area of ​​tens of feet.

The violent shockwave, mixed with highly toxic corpse gas, swept in all directions, corroding the void wherever it passed.

If one is affected by this self-destruction, no matter how strong one's protective spiritual power is, the corpse poison will invade the meridians and damage the soul.