บท 40: Chapter 17 The Day of Awakening
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The burnt corpse evil spirit had actually headed towards the camp—
Were the lives of a group of ordinary people more tempting than the Curse Forbidden Master... than its acquaintances in life? Or had some mechanism he hadn't detected been triggered again?
The actions of the ghosts were unexpected, completely disrupting Cen Dongsheng's plans.
He was heavy-hearted, yet his mindset remained largely unaffected. After all, he was used to the "unexpected" in this struggle against supernatural powers.
There was no time to think. Cen Dongsheng didn't hesitate; he kicked off with both feet, jumping from the tall building towards the burnt corpse.
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"Thud!"
His feet hit the ground, emitting a dull thud.
If he were still an ordinary person, jumping directly from the third floor would have shattered his knees, breaking bones. Only his Tiger Demon Strength enhanced body could bear such recklessness.
The flames, as if with a will of their own, surrounded him, blocking his path.
Cen Dongsheng squinted his eyes, placed his hand in front, and dashed headlong into the wall of fire.
This fire was not the ordinary fire of nature, it flowed with curse power, continuously scorching his entire body. Though True Qi flowed rapidly, and his skin was as hard as steel, over time, he couldn't avoid being seared by the blazing flames, his flesh singed, peeling away.
Seeing the burnt corpse evil spirit walk out of the sea of flames, the first person in its path was Sister Zhi Zhen. Cen Dongsheng immediately quickened his pace and reached out his hand towards its head.
"Get back here!"
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An Zhizhen looked at the young man engulfed in flames, instinctively wanting to call his name, but saw his figure quickly retreat, taking the terrifying burnt corpse with him, disappearing into the vast sea of fire.
His brave, resolute figure, along with the searing heat and the face-illuminating blaze, etched the scene deeply into her retinas and mind.
An Zhizhen's heart pounded, as if rushing blood backfilled her eardrums, her head and ears buzzing.
An unprecedented strong emotion surged in her heart.
"Doctor An, are you okay?"
A worried question came from behind.
"...Mm, I'm fine."
An Zhizhen didn't even look at who it was, casually brushing off the concern. All her attention was focused on the battle between Cen Dongsheng and the evil spirit.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions while whispering to herself:
"Not yet, not now..."
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Cen Dongsheng clutched the burnt corpse's head tightly, dragging it backward.
In the process, the curse power gushing from all directions in the sea of fire finally eroded the flesh protected by True Qi, beginning to dissolve what lay beneath.
After losing its outer layer, the burning nerves tormented his brain with intense pain.
Cen Dongsheng gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a shameful cry. Constantly, blood overflowed from his mouth, while sweat streaming down his forehead was swiftly evaporated by the surrounding high temperatures.
Fists and feet imbued with mighty power sliced through the air, roaring, burning.
The burnt corpse's limbs were repeatedly torn off, but if they touched the surrounding sea of fire, they would begin to regrow visibly.
Core Ghost... such a troublesome existence.
Cen Dongsheng endured the severe scorching pain all over his body, twisted the burnt corpse's neck, stepped on its shoulder, and gripped its head, attempting to wrench out its head along with its spine.
The scene was extremely brutal, and after several minutes of back-and-forth struggle, the charred Cen Dongsheng finally held the upper hand, successfully extracting a pitch-black object from the burnt corpse.
Finally, the ghost's remaining remnants disappeared in the fire, surrounding light dimming.
Cen Dongsheng panted heavily, momentarily unable to pursue.
But he knew the battle was far from over. The curse-laden sea of fire hadn't vanished, and it would return again.
Such is the usual development in direct combat with ghosts—a long, fierce, and brutal grappling fight.
Lacking a decisive Cursing Prohibition, one could only steadily deplete with True Qi until the ghost's forming shell completely vanished, leaving behind defenseless yin energy to be refined and absorbed by the Curse Forbidden Master... That's when it was truly over.
Opposing a ghost and destroying a ghost were two entirely different things. The latter often required a team of multiple Curse Forbidden Masters of the same grade to ensure success.
His limbs and body showed large patches of charring, causing pain to twitch his mouth corners. Cen Dongsheng took deep breaths, trying to relieve the pain this way.
"It was... it was already the best..."
He tried to think positively. The power brought by the "Tiger Demon Cloak" exceeded expectations.
Not only did it make his physique resilient, endowing him with immense strength, but it also enhanced his life essence, granting extraordinary endurance in prolonged combat.
In his memory, when grappling with ghosts, he often had to be careful not to get injured, as any slight touch or contact would severely impact the fight, requiring him to find ways to retreat, hide, and treat; True Qi was also a big issue, easily exhausted in fierce battles.
To be able to repel a Fierce Ghost with such brute force as now, was already significant progress.
Unfortunately...
He was the only one capable of fighting at the moment
Once he regulated his breathing, the surrounding flames flared up fiercely again
The burnt corpse, having mostly reborn its torso, once more attempted to advance toward the camp, only to be hauled back by Cen Dongsheng.
"Don't even think about it! Fight me honestly!"
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