CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: CORPSE FUSION

The two mutated corpses suddenly began dancing wildly, their movements bizarre, like two skeletons performing a Flying Fairy-style dance.

Not only did the others feel it was strange, but even Chen Guan was somewhat puzzled. The Spirit of the Cheerleaders could enhance potential, but he hadn’t heard of it making people dance joyously.

Wang Lian didn’t care about any of that and directly shot her flying saber at the dancing mutated corpses.

Her flying saber was fast enough, but it was swatted away by the two mutated corpses. Even the hidden cow hair needle was knocked down by another mutated corpse.

Wang Lian furrowed her brow in surprise. She was well aware of the abilities of the mutated corpses. Dodging her flying saber wasn’t a big deal, but swatting both the saber and needle to the ground was unexpected.

Moreover, the two corpses coordinating so perfectly was beyond the intelligence expected of mutated corpses.

Wang Lian continuously launched her flying sabers and needles, while the two mutated corpses, as if dancing, performed dazzling movements, knocking all her attacks to the ground.

"Those two mutated corpses indeed seem different from the usual. Their power and speed surpass typical mutations, as do their judgment and physical strength," others noticed their unusual nature too.

Wang Lian speculated whether these two mutated corpses were obtained by Chen Guan after falling into a crevice, only looking like mutant corpses but not actually being one.

Wang Lian wasn’t panicked because she held a trump card against the corpses. As long as she had it, normal corpses posed no threat to her short of facing the Corpse King. Even the master of Corpse Rot Forest wouldn’t matter.

Back when an elder of the Wang family came to the island, he also encountered Corpse Rot Forest following the stone tablet’s records.

Initially, he planned to kill the master, yet he failed, besieged by hordes of corpses.

The hordes summoned by the Corpse King seemed endless and continuous. Without absolute power, it was difficult to contend, even with unparalleled strength.

Upon teleporting away, the Wang family elder still hadn’t figured out how to kill the Corpse King amid the corpse horde.

Later he didn’t dwell on it because he discovered only those born on July 15, entering Pingdu Mountain Secret Realm that night, could reach the mysterious island. He had no chance to re-enter.

This matter faded until his entering another Secret Realm, encountering Secret Spirits similar to corpses, witnessing its cultivators use perfume made from flowers to conceal from similar beings, finding a way to counter the horde at lower levels.

The Wang family elder purchased a batch of Mandala Flowers, learned to make perfume, and crafted concentrated Mandala Perfume for descendants to use against the corpse horde on the island.

Wang Lian, carrying Mandala Perfume, intended to have Chen Guan and others deal with the Corpse King, planning to escape using the horde.

She wasn’t worried about Chen Guan searching her because they’d never suspect a small perfume bottle in a woman’s makeup bag had any special effects.

Wang Lian discreetly pressed the bottle cap in her pocket, spraying some perfume on her hand.

Her hand emerged from the pocket, spreading a faint fragrance.

The two mutated corpses suddenly lost their focus, no longer charging toward Wang Lian, seemingly losing their target.

However, their dance continued, the distance between their bodies growing closer, resembling a man and woman skeleton dancing intimately.

"These mere mutant corpses, I could easily kill them single-handedly," Wang Lian declared arrogantly, walking toward the corpses as if dismissing them entirely.

This action was necessary because Mandala Perfume only made the corpses ignore her presence temporarily.

Even if she applied the perfume to her flying sabers and needles, the air currents they created would still alert the mutated corpses.

By approaching slowly, the corpses wouldn’t notice her, allowing her to strike lethally at close range before they could react, the best way to kill them.

The group watched Wang Lian approach the mutated corpses, which appeared blind to her, amazed by whatever Secret Technique she employed.

Qin Ziyu, saved by Wang Lian when she sprayed Mandala Perfume on him, knowing the secret, assumed the corpses were about to be defeated by her.

As Wang Lian neared the corpses, within arm’s reach, their dance reached its peak, their intertwined bodies snakelike.

Crack... Crack...

Wang Lian, ready to attack with her flying saber, saw a gruesome transformation in the corpses instead.

Their bones pierced their skin, chest bones opened in an embrace, intertwining like interlocking fingers, merging as one. Bones elsewhere broke through skin, joining together.

In a flash, the mutated corpses grotesquely fused, bones crisscrossing, blood uniting, sinew and skin blending. They became a two-headed, four-armed, four-legged entity, moving spider-like, exuding dark energy.

Everyone was stunned. Dual Secret Spirits fusing into one was rare, typically seen only in special types, unexpected in corpses.

Realizing something amiss, Wang Lian attacked mercilessly, confident even a fused mutation couldn’t dodge at such close range.

True to her expectations, the fused corpse couldn’t evade, impaled by Wang Lian’s Heart Saber in the chest.

The corpse wasn’t a skeleton or zombie but had blood, flesh, a heart, its weak point hit lethally.

Clang!

Yet the flying saber, held in reverse grip, lodged in the corpse’s chest, didn’t pierce as expected, failing to break skin, the tip even snapping on bone.

"Impossible... how could a mutated corpse’s body be this tough... even Corpse Rot Forest’s master isn’t this resilient..." Wang Lian was shocked.

Her flying saber, made from special steel, couldn’t penetrate but broke on impact—a feat unmatched except by strong entities like the Great Black Celestial Demon God Statue.

Initially oblivious to Wang Lian, the mutated corpse now focused its eyes on her.

Feeling alarm, Wang Lian retreated hastily, but it was too late. The corpse’s four legs moved like spider’s, swiftly closing in, devilish claws reaching for her.