"Hm? Still not dead?"
Lin Chang’sheng sent his divine sense into the Soul Banner’s space and found that four days had already passed; yet the Corpse Evil Daoist was still stubbornly hanging on, not slain by the array.
But he wasn’t in good shape either—wounds covering his body, thick black smoke seeping from within him, clearly invaded by evil qi.
"You little bastard, where did you learn such a powerful array?"
The Corpse Evil Daoist asked, unsure whether to be more scared or angry.
This array was even stronger than his own Corpse Evil Immortal Destruction Array.
He feared he wouldn’t be able to escape here alive.
"Already struggling to hold on?"
Lin Chang’sheng sneered, "I thought you were something special! Spit out what you want to say now—otherwise, you won’t get another chance after you’re dead!"
"You let me out, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know!"
The Corpse Evil Daoist shouted while struggling to fend off the attacks.
The corpse puppets within this grand array weren’t weak at all, endless and relentless—
Even after death, they’d keep fusing and come back even stronger.
So after four days of attrition, most of the corpse puppets inside now had Late Stage Tribulation Crossing power, forcing the Corpse Evil Daoist to keep running and dodging.
"What a joke. You think your soul can escape after you’re dead? If you won’t talk, I’ve got plenty of ways to make you talk!"
Lin Chang’sheng grinned—he always got the answers he wanted.
He had all the means to make his enemies confess.
"You—"
The Corpse Evil Daoist was so angry at Lin Chang’sheng he almost coughed up blood.
This brat clearly wasn’t planning to let him go alive!
If that’s how it was, then he’d have to risk it all.
He suddenly bit his own tongue, spat a mouthful of blood, and started inscribing something in the air before him.
Lines of bloody light shot into his body one after another.
In the very next moment, the Corpse Evil Daoist’s primordial power soared—it looked like he was on the verge of breaking through to Late Stage Tribulation Crossing.
"What kind of secret technique is that?"
Lin Chang’sheng saw the Daoist’s power spike and knew trouble was coming.
From the looks of it, his breakthrough to the Immortal Realm couldn’t be far off now.
"Die!"
There was no way Lin Chang’sheng would just stand by and let the Corpse Evil Daoist break through—if he did, this array might not hold him.
Even though the array had been fortified, Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t guarantee it could restrain a powerful cultivator at Immortal level.
As Lin Chang’sheng roared, barrage after barrage of thunderbolt arrows shot toward the Corpse Evil Daoist.
The Daoist instantly slapped out his palm to block them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!—
Thunderbolt arrows smashed fiercely into his palm, echoing throughout the chamber, but none could shatter his palm seal.
No doubt, this move was extraordinary.
If Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t trapped him inside the array, there’d be no way he could kill this opponent.
"You brat, once I get out, I’ll kill you for sure!"
The Corpse Evil Daoist spat, glaring at Lin Chang’sheng in rage.
If not for this punk, he wouldn’t have been forced to use this self-harming secret technique.
This technique was called the Seven Souls Celestial Sacrifice Technique.
He sacrificed his soul’s power in exchange for a temporary surge in strength.
Even if he managed to leave alive, his divine soul would be severely damaged.
Hell, his realm might even drop.
But right now, the Corpse Evil Daoist didn’t care about any of that—as long as he broke out of this damn array, it’d be worth it.
If he died, his treasures would be claimed by Lin Chang’sheng, and that little bastard would score big.
"Let’s see if you can get out first!"
Lin Chang’sheng said coldly, then manipulated the corpse puppets and souls to keep attacking the Corpse Evil Daoist.
Boooom—
With a deafening blast, every corpse puppet and soul that charged in was blown away by the Corpse Evil Daoist.
Many souls shattered mid-air into wisps of black mist.
And boosted by his secret technique, the Corpse Evil Daoist finally broke through to the Immortal Realm.
"Hahaha! You brat, let’s see what you can do to me now!"
The Corpse Evil Daoist laughed triumphantly.
But before his smile could last, the corpses and souls he’d shattered began to fuse together again.
In the end, two corpse puppets with Immortal Realm cultivation emerged, fully formed.
"Wha—How is this possible?"
When the Corpse Evil Daoist saw this, he was utterly shocked.
Even his own Corpse Evil Immortal Destruction Array could only condense one immortal corpse at best.
Yet this array had instantly produced two.
"Die!"
The Daoist didn’t think any further. He unleashed his attacks on both Immortal Realm corpse puppets.
But in the brief exchange, he realized he was no match for either—the puppets beat him back, blow by blow.
"No, impossible! This can’t be!"
The Corpse Evil Daoist was practically apoplectic with disbelief.
He gave up trying to fight the puppets and instead shot toward the sky, hoping to smash through the array and escape.
BOOM BOOM BOOM—
His strikes made the whole grand array tremble violently, but not a single crack appeared.
He hammered away again and again, but it was futile—every attack came to nothing.
"Am I really going to die here?"
The Corpse Evil Daoist’s eyes filled with despair. Was he really about to fall into Lin Chang’sheng’s hands?
This was the ultimate humiliation.
No time to think—the Immortal Realm corpse puppets closed in again.
All he could do was block endlessly, the earth shaking under the force of every blow, dust and sand flying everywhere.
The battle raged on for a whole incense stick’s worth of time. When the Daoist’s secret technique finally faded, he couldn’t defend himself any longer—a corpse puppet punched straight through his heart, killing him on the spot.
"This array’s power is terrifying..."
Even Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t expected it—the Soul-Devouring Immortal-locking Divine Array had prevented even Hao Zhix, who’d broken through to Immortal Realm, from escaping.