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

Lin Yuan's expression hardened slightly, and his left hand seal changed, causing the Heavenly Master's Evil-Suppressing Seal, which had been hanging beside him, to suddenly fly up.

"town."

As the word was uttered, the ancient golden seal floated in mid-air, bursting forth with dazzling golden divine light.

A thick, square light shield instantly opened, firmly protecting Lin Yuan in the center.

Above the protective barrier, layers of exorcising runes flowed, emanating a sacred and majestic aura—a sealing technique specifically designed to suppress evil and foul energy.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless shockwaves from the self-destruction slammed into the golden light shield, producing a dull, deafening roar.

Corpse liquid splattered, corpse fumes surged, and violent forces crashed against the light barrier wave after wave, causing golden light to flash and ripples to spread across its surface.

No matter how violent the corpse explosion was, it could not break through the defense of the Celestial Master Seal. The supreme and righteous power of suppressing evil continuously purified the incoming corpse energy and putrefactive liquid. The dark green liquid that was stuck on the light shield quickly turned into white smoke under the burning of the golden light and completely dissolved without leaving a trace.

Although the power of the hundred ancient corpses exploding was strong, it was still firmly suppressed outside the light barrier and could not harm Lin Yuan in the slightest.

At the edge of the barrier, the Four Fiend Puppet watched this scene, and their four heads simultaneously let out an angry growl.

It thought that the corpse explosion would at least force the opponent to suffer a great loss of spiritual power, but it did not expect that it could not even break through the opponent's defense.

The demon's eyes gleamed even brighter, and its eight arms changed hand seals once more, causing the once calm Nether River to surge violently again.

This time, the ancient corpses that had not yet self-destructed suddenly stopped and pounced on their companions.

They opened their rotting mouths and frantically tore at the bodies of their own kind, devouring their flesh and bones.

The ancient corpses that were being devoured did not resist; instead, they actively merged into the other's body. One after another, the ancient corpses merged, piled up, and dissolved, their flesh and bones mixed together, and their volume expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ten zhang, fifteen zhang, twenty zhang...

In just a few dozen breaths, hundreds of ancient corpses completely merged into one, transforming into a giant, rotting ancient corpse over twenty feet tall.

The giant corpse was completely rotten, covered with broken armor plates and bits of flesh. Thick, dark green putrid liquid dripped down its body, corroding deep pits as it hit the ground.

Its head was enormous, with dozens of distorted faces fused together on its face. Two eerie green flames flickered in its eye sockets. The decaying aura emanating from its body was several times stronger than the previous pile of a hundred corpses. Just by standing there, it filled the entire space with the aura of death.

"roar--!"

The giant, decaying corpse roared to the sky, its sound shaking the dark river and causing towering waves to surge.

It strode forward with heavy steps, each step causing the void to tremble, carrying a world-destroying power as it slowly approached Lin Yuan.

"So you've merged into one?" Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. He activated divine lightning in his left hand and dragon fire in his right, simultaneously. "I'd like to see if your decaying body is tough enough, or if my lightning and fire are fierce enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed forward with his left hand, and countless golden divine lightning bolts as thick as an arm crashed down, like divine punishment from the heavens, slamming heavily onto the giant rotting corpse.

At the same time, the Yang Dragon Fire in his right hand also transformed into a fire dragon, spiraling out and wrapping around the corpse's legs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The lightning struck the corpse's shoulders and chest repeatedly, each strike blasting flesh into pieces and leaving deep dents.

The intense heat of lightning scorched the rotting corpse's body, purifying the corpse poison and vengeful spirits within.

The fire dragon tightly coiled around the rotting corpse's lower limbs, its raging flames constantly scorching its legs, and the stench of burning flesh filled the air.

Under the fierce onslaught of thunder and fire, the giant rotting corpse was forced to retreat repeatedly, large chunks of rotting flesh falling off its body, and its body shrinking at a visible speed.

It let out a painful roar, constantly waving its huge arms to slap the flames and lightning on its body, but the power of lightning and fire penetrated deep into its flesh, burning brighter and brighter, and striking more and more fiercely. For a time, it was completely suppressed and could not even get close to Lin Yuan.

Just as the thunder and fire were about to completely purify the rotting corpse, the next second, a torrent suddenly split off from the surging Nether River beside them, violently washing over the corpse.

The eerie green river water poured onto the thunder and fire, making a hissing sound. Although it could not completely extinguish the thunder and fire, it could continuously replenish the losses of the rotting corpses.

The rotting flesh burned by lightning and fire quickly regenerated under the nourishment of the river water, and the bones shattered by lightning soon grew new bone tissue from within.

With the Nether River as its source, this rotting corpse seemed to possess endless regenerative power. Although the lightning and fire were fierce, they could only continuously consume it and could not be completely killed.

As the tides rose and fell, the light of the lightning gradually dimmed, while the rotting corpses continued to rage fiercely.

"So that's how it is. The Nether River is the source." Lin Yuan's eyes flickered, and he instantly saw through the key point. As long as the Nether River doesn't dry up, this corpse can keep repairing itself and will never be killed.

Just as he was pondering, the suppressed giant corpse suddenly let out a deafening roar.

It pounded its chest with both arms, its rotting flesh writhed violently, and the dark river beneath its feet seemed to be summoned, instantly boiling over.

The entire dark river began to shrink and rotate, winding upwards along the corpse's arm. The river water continuously condensed, compressed, and solidified, and the originally viscous liquid gradually transformed into a solid entity.

The river water spiraled upwards along the right arm of the decaying corpse, eventually condensing into a jet-black spear about fifteen or sixteen zhang long.

The gun was entirely black, with dark green corrosive patterns flowing across its surface. Its tip was sharp as a cone, constantly dripping viscous, putrid liquid. Just by hanging there, it exuded a chilling stench of decay.

This black spear is not made of ordinary iron, but rather it is formed from the entire Nether River, containing all the sources of corruption, corpse poison, and resentment. With a single thrust, metal and stone turn to mud, and even the soul decays.

The giant, decaying corpse gripped a black spear, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and its aura surged once more.

It no longer charged blindly, but instead took steady steps, walking step by step toward the forest.

With each step, the spear tip drew a deep black mark in the air, a mark that took a long time to heal, clearly indicating that the corrosive power of the spear had reached an alarming level.

"Finally, something decent has been produced." Lin Yuan gripped the Demon-Slaying Divine Sword in his hand, its blade shimmering with golden light and emitting a clear, melodious sword cry.

He could sense the threat posed by the black spear, but he felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, his fighting spirit intensified.

The next second, the corpse moved.

It gripped the gun with both hands, charged forward, and thrust the gun straight out. The black gun sliced ​​through the void, carrying a whistling, bloody wind, and the tip of the gun created a dark spear flower, heading straight for Lin Yuan's heart.

This shot was fast and ruthless, with power concentrated to the extreme. The air along its path was completely displaced, creating a brief vacuum. Even the space itself was corroded by the corrosive force of the gun tip, making a hissing sound.

Lin Yuan neither dodged nor evaded, gripping his sword with both hands and fiercely slashing down at the spear tip.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening as the divine sword and the black spear collided violently.

The violent shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, causing Lin Yuan's robes to flutter wildly.

A viscous, decaying power spread along the gun barrel, attempting to contaminate the divine sword and corrode its blade, but it was firmly blocked by the demon-slaying golden light on the sword, unable to advance an inch.