Body command feeding world

The valley's heart was shrouded in gloom, suddenly feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

All the roars, the cracking of ice, and the tearing sounds ceased abruptly at the same instant.

Dead silence.

A pressure colder than ice, heavier than death, and more terrifying than all evil spirits combined, slowly, slowly descended from the deepest part of the Black Bone Fiend Nest.

Wu Wei's hair stood on end, his bone marrow froze, and his Yangyan Bone Armor instinctively swelled wildly, the dark gold patterns shone to their extreme brightness, and the anti-evil patterns trembled violently—this was the most primal instinct for life and death when facing a ferocious creature far beyond his own level, capable of crushing everything.

For the first time, Shu's thoughts showed an almost frantic urgency, sharp enough to pierce his very soul:

【escape!!!】

[It's the leader! The leader of the child demons! A fusion of a hundred souls!]

[You can't stop them! Run! Run now!]

It's too late; no one will survive!

Wu Wei's breath had stopped. He grabbed the injured and stiff Shi Meng and turned to rush out of the valley.

But it was too late.

The thick fog in the valley slowly cracked open, revealing a fissure.

A small figure emerged from the darkness, step by step.

Intermediate-level Sha Chief - Yin Sha Bai Sha Tong Shou.

The boy, roughly seven years old, wasn't particularly tall, yet his presence suffocated the entire world. His face remained deathly pale, like a corpse, but it exuded an unnatural, bluish-gray aura of death. Beneath the skin of his forehead, two short, sharp, jet-black curved horns pierced the skin, gleaming with a chilling, malevolent light. His pupils were no longer pure black, but a deep, dark blue like a bottomless pool; when they flickered, they resembled ghostly flames from the netherworld, capable of freezing the very soul.

He was no longer wearing tattered white clothes, but a white brocade robe stained with black evil patterns. The hem of the robe trailed on the withered bones and frozen blood. Wherever he passed, the evil spirits automatically prostrated themselves, and all the low-level evil spirits knelt down, trembled, and dared not look up.

Most terrifyingly, he was surrounded by more than a dozen miniature white-boy phantoms, each only the size of a palm, like ghostly servants, chattering and emitting faint, sinister laughs as they circled around him, each exuding a ferocious aura close to that of the white-boy's true form.

His intelligence has been awakened, his power is overwhelming, and he commands all children; he is the true master of the Child Demon.

He simply stood there quietly, without moving, without shouting, and without unleashing any deadly moves.

However, a chilling domain capable of freezing meridians, bone marrow, blood essence, and sealing the soul had already silently spread out.

The dozen or so rogue cultivators near the center of the valley didn't even have time to scream before their bodies instantly stiffened, turned purple, and then black, as if they had been crushed by an invisible hand. Their meridians were severed, their blood essence was frozen, and their souls were swallowed up. They fell straight to the ground, turning into hideous ice-fiend corpses.

Terror does not come from screams, but from absolute oppression, silent death, and despair where even struggle is impossible.

Tong Shou slowly raised one hand.

In his palm, a jet-black ball of Yin Sha, constantly contracting and expanding, accompanied by the wails of a hundred souls, slowly condensed.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena, only a maddening silence.

The next moment, he pressed it gently.

The Yin Sha Ball crashed to the ground.

boom--!!!

The silent black shockwave exploded outwards from the point of impact, sweeping across an area of ​​several meters.

Anyone touched by the black aura, whether a rogue cultivator, a warrior, or an injured disciple of the Qingyun Sect, would instantly have their meridians frozen, their blood essence stagnant, their bones and armor shattered, and their bodies stiff and lifeless. As if all their vitality had been drained, they would fall straight down, becoming nourishment for the child's head to sustain the hundred souls.

"Form ranks! Hold on!" someone roared in despair.

But all resistance is futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Tong Shou's eyes flickered slightly, and the miniature white children's evil spirits surrounding him instantly scattered and flew out in all directions. As if commanding a military order, he controlled all the remaining white children, blood claw fangs, shadow demons, and water demons in the field to form an encirclement, densely packed, completely blocking everyone's escape route.

The encirclement is tightening little by little.

Cold, deathly silent, hopeless, with nowhere to escape.

Wu Wei unleashed all his abilities at this moment.

The Yangyan Xuan Gu Armor erupted to its limit, its gold and ink mixed together, and its anti-evil patterns lit up as if burning.

Blood essence circulates at full speed, every inch of meridian is burning hot, supporting the ultimate speed and power;

The marrow sea resonates with full force, and the bones, blood, and marrow become one, unleashing an unprecedented explosive power;

He gripped the black iron spear until it was burning hot, and the yang flames at the tip of the spear were sharpened to their highest point. Every time he thrust the spear, he could instantly kill a little white child or a bloodclaw fang.

He slashed, swept, targeted, and broke through enemy lines with frenzied attacks. His spear flashed like the wind, and his fiery aura burned away the evil forces, tearing a tiny gap in the tide of evil.

There are just too many.

They can't kill them all, they can't stop them, and they can't retreat.

Tong Shou merely watched coldly, as if observing an ant struggling. Occasionally, he would flick his finger, sending out a burst of Yin energy that caused Wu Wei's bone armor to tremble violently, stagger back several steps, freeze his meridians, and split open his tiger's mouth, nearly causing him to collapse on the spot.

He gave it his all, but only managed to snatch a glimmer of hope.

If they delay for another ten breaths, he and Shi Meng will surely be submerged and die without a complete corpse.

Just when everyone thought that today they would all perish and no one would survive—

The Qingyun Sect's leader, whose bone armor was solidified and whose aura was the strongest, was finally driven to a dead end and recklessly detonated his trump card.

He roared and yanked something out of his pocket—

A talismanic artifact.

The earthen-yellow sword-shaped talisman paper, with its ancient patterns and subtly dimmed spiritual light, was his trump card for survival.

"Behold my mystical talisman!!"

He poured all the remaining blood essence in his body into the talisman.

Om-!

The talisman suddenly lit up, and an extremely condensed flame burst forth, transforming into a giant flaming sword several meters long, which swept out horizontally!

Extremely yang and intense, it burns away evil and destroys malevolent forces.

boom--!!!

Where the flames passed, most of the Bloodclaw Fangs, Little White Child, and Shadow Fiends were instantly incinerated and turned to ashes. A huge gap was blasted open in the encirclement, and the Fiend Tide suffered heavy casualties, with screams echoing throughout the sky.

The surviving cultivators, Qingyun Sect disciples, and Zhensha warriors were all stunned, their eyes gleaming with the last glimmer of life.

Become!

Saved!

The Qingyun Sect's top disciple, panting heavily, had just begun to show a hint of elation at surviving a calamity, followed by a moment of relaxation—

Tong Shou moved.

It moved so fast that only a white shadow remained.

So fast that no one could react.

So fast that even the joy on their faces froze.

laugh--!

A slender, pale hand, yet containing the power to crush everything, gently probed and pierced through his bone armor, chest, and flesh without any resistance.

The next moment, the hand was slowly withdrawn.

A still-beating, warm heart, stained with malevolent energy, was gently held in Tong Shou's hand.

The smile on the face of the chief disciple of Qingyun Sect froze, his pupils dilated, he looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, then at his own heart, and his consciousness instantly sank into darkness.

His body went limp and he died.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

The talisman, which had just swept away the evil spirits and saved everyone, lost the support of its master's blood essence and went out of control. It fell lightly from mid-air like an ordinary piece of yellow paper, slowly drifting among the bones and bloodstains. Its spiritual light gradually dissipated, and it was about to become completely ineffective.

The entire room fell silent.

The strongest was instantly killed.

The ultimate killing artifact is uncontrolled.

The last glimmer of hope hangs by a thread.

Wu Wei was covered in blood, his bones and armor were cracked, his blood essence was depleted, and his marrow sea was trembling. He was on the verge of exhaustion.

Shi Meng was so frightened that he was out of his wits; his wounds reopened, and he could barely stand.

Tong Shou slowly clenched the heart, and a hundred child souls screamed and cheered around him. The Yin energy surged again, ready to completely wipe out the area.

In that final moment when life and death were reduced to zero and everyone was doomed—

Shu's thoughts, with the most urgent, clearest, and most resolute voice, struck the deepest part of Wu Wei's soul:

[To survive! We must steal that talisman!]

Only it can break through the Child's Head Domain! It can burn away Yin energy! It can clear a path!

Without it! Within ten breaths! You and I will die! Shi Meng will die! No one can survive!

[Grab it now! Immediately!]

Wu Wei raised his eyes and stared intently at the earthen-yellow sword talisman that was slowly drifting down, suspended above the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, its spiritual light about to dissipate.

Ahead, there was Tong Shou's cold, blue eyes.

All around, there was a dense, encircling mass of malevolent spirits.

Beneath their feet lay frozen blood and withered bones.

Behind him was the dying Shi Meng.

no choice.

There is no escape route.

There is only one way—

Rush forward, seize the talisman, and gamble on a sliver of hope.

He took one last deep breath of the cold, pungent air, his Yang Flame Blood Essence burning within him, his bone armor creaking under the strain, and his marrow sea unleashing its last bit of potential.

He gripped the black iron spear tightly in his hand.

His gaze was fixed on that single talisman, a talisman that could save his life or send him to his death.