Overriding the Heaven

A red light shot out from the female zombie's body that had been turned into powder like lightning.    

    

But Chu Yan reached out and grabbed the red light in his hand.    

    

The red light was struggling continuously in Chu Yan's hand, condensing into a woman's face.    

    

This woman's face, if placed in reality, would definitely be extremely beautiful.    

    

But now, due to his extreme fear, it had become extremely twisted.    

    

She faced Chu Yan as if she was begging him.    

    

But there was no expression on Chu Yan's face.    

    

In the next moment, he clenched his fist.    

    

The red light rapidly dimmed, and ripples appeared on the surface.    

    

A moment later, with a bang, the light exploded and disappeared.    

    

At the same time, within the red light, a faint scream of despair could be heard before it disappeared completely.    

    

His soul had been destroyed!    

    

A twenty thousand year old zombie, without even the slightest chance of resisting, was completely crushed.    

    

A palm-sized red cadaveric nucleus appeared on the piece of ash the female zombie had turned into.    

    

But Chu Yan did not even glance at the cadaveric nucleus.    

    

It was as if in his eyes, this item was not even worth mentioning.    

    

He straightened up and looked around.    

    

With the annihilation of the female zombie, the smoke that had enveloped the entire place dissipated very quickly.    

    

Chu Yan saw that the place he was currently at, was no longer the same region where he had previously crossed over the bronze door.    

    

A few hundred meters behind him was a long tunnel that looked more like the interior of a palace.    

    

Huge stone pillars extended all the way to the dome.    

    

Even if a thousand people filled the spacious hall at once, it wouldn't feel crowded at all.    

    

Everyone who were originally trapped by the smoke also appeared one after another in Chu Yan's field of vision.    

    

In reality, although everyone had lost their direction in the smoke, and the palace was extremely spacious, when the smoke dissipated, Chu Yan could see that they were not too far away from each other.    

    

The furthest distance between them was less than two hundred feet.    

    

However, when they were in the smoke, no one was able to notice them.    

    

At that time, everyone felt as if they were the only one left in the world.    

    

The first person that appeared in Chu Yan's field of vision was that cultivator called Li Mo.    

    

At this moment, Li Mo was lying on the ground in a position similar to a dog's crawl, completely silent.    

    

However, there was still an expression of extreme intoxication on his face.    

    

As for his forehead, it was almost completely caved in. Not only was his face covered in blood, even his brain was flowing out.    

    

Looking at his miserable state, it seemed that before he died, he had done something similar to knocking his head against something.    

    

But when Chu Yan looked at his surroundings which was completely empty and the ground completely intact, he did not know how he managed to forcefully smash his own head into pieces.    

    

To say that it was a collision through the air was a bit too inconceivable.    

    

Ma Cheng was within ten meters of him.    

    

But to say that it was Ma Cheng, it was a bit difficult.    

    

This was because a person who had died on one knee was closer to a badly mutilated skeleton.    

    

From top to bottom of Ma Cheng's body, there was no longer a single piece of undamaged flesh, and a large area of his body, even his bones and internal organs had been exposed.    

    

Looking at those wounds, they didn't seem as if they had been cut out at a rapid pace. Rather, they seemed as if they had been tormented by various instruments over a long period of time until this moment.    

    

Thick blood was piled up under his body. It looked like thick ink.    

    

Directly ahead of Ma Cheng, was the female cultivator called Xue Li.    

    

Xue Li died lying on the ground.    

    

The cause of death was a single, massive hole.    

    

This hole was not broken from the outside, it seemed more like the stomach itself had bulged out, then pushed out to the limit, bursting from the inside out.    

    

His internal organs were mixed with fresh blood, and at the moment, it was spilled all around, with a piece of his intestines still hanging on Xue Li's face, which was smiling in satisfaction.    

    

The other corpses were the Pulse Condensation Stage s that had followed Ma Cheng and Li Mo.    

    

As for Wusilanma and Puyang Yi, they were roughly thirty meters away from Chu Yan.    

    

Compared to the others, the two of them were considered lucky.    

    

Wusilanma was kneeling on the ground, both hands supporting herself as she gasped for breath.    

    

There was a long belt wrapped around her neck.    

    

In fact, just now, the instant the smoke dissipated, Chu Yan saw it the moment his gaze swept across it. At that time, Wusilanma was using this belt to tie her neck tightly.    

    

Her tongue stuck out.    

    

If he kept going like that, he would be strangled to death in no time.    

    

On the other hand, Puyang Yi wasn't wearing his pants, his hands doing some indescribable movements, the scene was simply too eye-piercing.    

    

After the smoke dissipated, he immediately fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. His body bent like a large prawn, twitching from time to time. It seemed that he would need some time to recover.    

    

After seeing that the two were fine, Chu Yan turned and walked down the path.    

    

There was no light in the hall. There were only a few holes in the wall that gave off a very dim light.    

    

But to the current Chu Yan, it did not affect him in the slightest.    

    

After walking over, he saw a small group of people curling up near the entrance of the tunnel, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.    

    

Seeing Chu Yan's appearance, that small figure raised her head.    

    

This was the shorty that had followed Qian Cheng in before.    

    

Apparently, the short man had been trapped in the fog.    

    

But his luck seemed to be better than everyone else's.    

    

Although Wusilanma and Puyang Yi managed to survive, they were still tormented to their limits.    

    

It was unknown if it was because this shorty was too small that even female zombie wouldn't be able to see him, so the shorty was only trapped in the smoke and was not affected by the inner demons.    

    

But from the looks of it, even if it was just a normal trap, because of the special environment they were in, the short one was still scared stiff. At least for the moment, Chu Yan thought so.    

    

But in the next moment, the situation abruptly changed.    

    

The shorty raised his head and looked at Chu Yan. His face instantly changed and then, he started to poop.    

    

He was so scared that he fell limply to the ground and started urinating.    

    

A pair of eyes, filled with fear, stared straight at Chu Yan, as if he had seen the most frightening thing in the world, as if he was the most fearful thing in his heart.    

    

Chu Yan's expression did not change, but his heart was already starting to become unhappy.    

    

Not only was it this extremely unpleasant smell, but other than his eyes which were completely black, the other parts of his body were all what Chu Yan originally had.    

    

The nose, the mouth, the ears, the face, nothing had changed.    

    

That being the case, why are you so afraid of me!    

    

Could it be that Chu Yan's face, the face I like, is that ugly!?    

    

The flames of rage within his heart started to burn.    

    

As for this short guy, as if he felt the anger coming from Chu Yan, he seemed to be even more scared now. His facial features were twisted to the point of being deformed, and he even let out vague whimpering sounds from his mouth.    

    

It was actually quite normal for him to have such a reaction right now.    

    

Due to the fact that he was well versed in qi making techniques, the Chu Yan that the short man saw now was completely different from the others.