CHAPTER 493

Three black coffins crashed onto the ground, their surfaces roiling with an almost tangible black mist.

A terrifying aura spread outward, making Mu Tian and the others freeze in place.

That momentary stiffness caused their formation to falter.

Seizing this opening, the surrounding corpse fiends surged forward again, claws raised to strike.

"Not good!"

Mu Tian and the others were shocked and attempted to defend themselves, only to realize with horror that their minds and inner energy had been disrupted by the impact of the three black coffins. Their energy flow stagnated, making it momentarily impossible to react effectively.

Slash!

In that instant of vulnerability, Mu Tian and his group were slashed by the claws of the corpse fiends.

Though they did their best to evade, they could not avoid sustaining wounds.

"It's over!"

Mu Tian's body trembled as an eerie force seeped into his body through his wounds, attempting to invade his meridians.

He immediately recognized it—the corpse poison carried by the fiends was beginning to corrode his flesh. Despair filled his face.

Trapped amidst a horde of corpse fiends, surrounded by an unknown yet powerful demonic cultivator, and now poisoned—

This time, they were truly doomed.

"Be careful!"

Just as despair set in, a crisp voice rang out.

A sudden flash of silver light burst forth, weaving like a dragon or a serpent.

In an instant, it swept around them.

The corpse fiends surrounding them were shattered by the silver light.

Their bodies, as hard as refined steel, were effortlessly sliced apart as if they were mere tofu.

Their remains collapsed to the ground, the black mist dissipating to reveal their shriveled husks.

They were utterly annihilated.

The remaining corpse fiends, cowed by the silver radiance, recoiled in fear, not daring to advance any further.

"Senior Brother Mu, Senior Sister Qin, fall back for now. These coffins are not easy to deal with."

Xiao Yan stood at the forefront, gripping her sword, her gaze fixed solemnly on the three black coffins wreathed in dark mist.

Mu Tian and the others, however, were left in utter shock.

They stared at the sword-wielding Xiao Yan, her entire being exuding an overwhelming aura.

At this moment, the Xiao Yan before them was vastly more powerful than the one they had known before.

Even they felt an inexplicable fear in her presence.

"Xiao Yan..."

Zhao Feng wanted to say something, but Mu Tian grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't interfere. Leave it to Junior Sister Xiao Yan!"

The group retreated to where Lu Qing was standing before finally stopping.

It was then that Mu Tian suddenly realized—

From the very beginning, not a single corpse fiend had dared to attack Lu Qing.

But before he could comprehend the reason, his vision blurred, and a black mist spread across his face.

"Damn it, the corpse poison!"

Mu Tian was alarmed. He turned to see that Zhao Feng and the others were in the same state.

Their faces were clouded with black mist—clear signs that the corpse poison within them was taking effect.

"This corpse poison is so potent!"

Mu Tian gritted his teeth, intending to sit down immediately and circulate his energy to purge the poison.

But at that very moment, his spiritual power rapidly weakened.

It was the side effect of the emergency-use pill he had consumed earlier—the medicinal effects had run out.

"Damn it! Why now of all times?"

Mu Tian cursed inwardly, his heart sinking.

He reached for a healing pill to suppress the poison.

Just then, a streak of white light appeared before him and entered his body.

Wherever the white light passed, the relentless corpse poison melted away like snow under the sun.

Not only that, but their wounds also healed at an astonishing speed, visible to the naked eye.

In mere moments, their injuries vanished completely.

Even the backlash from the emergency-use pill was dispelled, and their energy fully recovered.

Mu Tian turned sharply, his eyes landing on Lu Qing.

Before him, a faint talisman slowly faded into nothingness.

It was from this talisman that the white light had emanated.

"Void Talisman Drawing..."

Mu Tian's mouth fell open in shock.

It wasn’t just Lu Qing’s ability to inscribe a talisman in thin air that astounded him.

More importantly, the entire Qiu Clan Village was sealed by a corpse-refining formation, filled with death energy.

Yet, Lu Qing had effortlessly drawn a talisman filled with boundless vitality under such conditions.

What level of mastery had he reached in talisman arts?

As expected, Junior Sister Xiao Yan's mysterious brother was a hidden expert concealing his true cultivation!

"Thank you for saving us, Senior Brother Chen!"

Mu Tian quickly expressed his gratitude upon feeling his restored body.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Chen," the others echoed, bowing in respect.

"It was nothing," Lu Qing replied nonchalantly, paying them little mind.

His gaze remained fixed on Xiao Yan.

With his cultivation, purging a mere corpse poison was trivial.

What truly intrigued him was how Xiao Yan would handle the situation.

After all, the things inside those three black coffins carried formidable auras.

"Senior Brother Chen, shouldn’t we assist Junior Sister Xiao Yan?" Zhao Feng asked anxiously.

The others also looked worried.

The oppressive aura from the coffins was beyond the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Although Xiao Yan’s sword light had been formidable, they couldn't help but worry.

"There’s no need," Lu Qing said calmly. "It's just a few Foundation Establishment-level corpse refiners. Xiao Yan can handle them."

The moment he finished speaking, three loud crashes rang out.

The lids of the three black coffins suddenly flew into the air, hurtling toward Xiao Yan.

At the same time, three shadowy figures burst from within, lunging at her.

Dark mist surged violently, threatening to engulf Xiao Yan entirely.

The mist carried the aura of death—if it invaded one's body, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would struggle to resist.

Meanwhile, the three figures vanished into the mist, their forms hidden.

Faced with this sudden attack, Xiao Yan remained unfazed.

She lightly shifted her feet, narrowly dodging the flying coffin lids.

Then, with a flick of her sword, radiant silver light exploded in all directions.

From afar, it resembled a blossoming lotus, purging the surrounding black mist entirely.

The three lurking figures were forced out of concealment, their monstrous forms revealed.

They were three grotesque corpse fiends—fangs bared, bodies covered in black scales.

Freed from the mist, they let out furious roars and charged at Xiao Yan once more.

Their speed was many times faster than the previous corpse fiends!

Buzz!

Just as they lunged, Xiao Yan’s gaze sharpened.

Her sword trembled, then suddenly left her hand.

It transformed into a streak of silver light.

Like a dragon weaving through the air, it spiraled around the three corpse fiends' heads in an instant.

Slice!

The fiends froze.

Their charging bodies came to an abrupt halt.

A thin crack spread across their necks.

Dark mist poured out as their heads slowly slid from their shoulders.