The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 358

Han Yiren clenched her teeth. At this point, she had no choice but to take the risk. However, when she reached the entrance of the medium spiritual stone mine, she was taken aback by the absence of any immediate threats.

"Strange… No wild corpse puppets?" she muttered, her surprise evident. Cautiously, she took another step forward. But at that moment, a chilling sensation ran down her spine. She spun around immediately, only to find a row of dark silhouettes standing behind her. Three Corpse Kings exuded a suffocating aura of power, while two Ghost Kings emanated an eerie, cold presence.

Han Yiren was speechless.

What was this? Three Corpse Kings and two Ghost Kings! Was she supposed to fight these?! Even if a Deity Transformation cultivator arrived, they would have to think twice before facing such odds.

"Since you've already come this far, it wouldn't be fair to leave without a parting gift."

A voice, smooth and mocking, came from behind her.

Han Yiren froze. She recognized that voice. It was familiar. Whipping around, she saw a figure emerging from the darkness—Gao Xuan.

"You... you…" Han Yiren was stunned.

How was Gao Xuan here? And those Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings—were they under his control?! When did he cultivate so many corpses and raise so many ghosts in secret? Wasn't he worried about being backstabbed by his own corpse puppets and ghosts?

Gao Xuan smiled faintly. "Han Yiren, I honestly didn't expect it to be you. I didn't think you were still alive."

Han Yiren forced out a smile that was more painful than crying.

"Junior brother Gao… we've been fellow disciples. Can't you give me a way out?"

Chu Xuan shook his head with a smile. "No way."

Han Yiren, with a look of feigned innocence, slowly took a few steps closer to him. Her clothes suddenly slid off her shoulders, revealing pale, delicate skin and her smooth, unblemished chest.

"Junior brother Gao, I know you've always admired my body. As long as you want, you can do anything to me." Han Yiren moved gracefully, her eyes fluttering seductively.

Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? Anything?"

With a soft giggle, Han Yiren reached behind her back, activating a hidden talisman as she closed in further, her voice like a silken whisper, "Of course." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

Chu Xuan smiled, his gaze cold and calculating. "In that case, let me search your soul."

Before Han Yiren could react, Chu Xuan's spirit sense coalesced into the Sky-Tearing Cold Palm, crashing directly into her sea of consciousness. Han Yiren screamed in agony, her body instantly freezing in place.

Hu darted forward, and with a swift tug, he ripped Han Yiren's right arm off as she tried to activate her talisman.

"How dare you make a move on the master, hmph!" Hu snorted disdainfully from his nostrils.