The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World novel Chapter 373

Don't be fooled by how powerful Nascent Soul cultivators appear. In most ordinary cultivation worlds, they would already be the leaders of sects or revered elders.

However, the gap between Nascent Soul early stage and Nascent Soul late stage cultivators is far greater than the difference between early and late stages of Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment.

No amount of magic treasures or talismans could fill that gap. What's more, the two Nascent Soul Stage early cultivators were both affected by the surrounding depletion of Spiritual Qi, while Chu Xuan was at the Nascent Soul Stage eighth layer and had not suffered any loss in strength.

The deaths of the two junior brothers clearly shook Long Hao to his core. These were Nascent Soul cultivators! Not mere mortals! Even if they were ambushed, they shouldn't have been completely defenseless. This outcome could only mean one thing: the disparity in strength was vast.

Without hesitation, Long Hao threw out a large flag. As soon as the flag was in his grasp, it unfurled and quickly emitted a thick mist, obscuring his figure. Even spiritual sense couldn't detect him. He immediately spewed out the essence of his Nascent Soul and activated a teleportation technique to flee.

However, after traveling a distance of several dozen zhang, he was struck by the terrifying sight before him. A thick blood-red cloud appeared out of nowhere. Not just in front of him, but above, below, and on all sides. The entire area was enveloped in blood-red clouds!

Within the blood cloud, countless eerie spirits swarmed towards him. These malevolent blood demons, with their sharp teeth and hunger-filled eyes, pounced on him like starving beasts who had just caught the scent of fresh meat.

Long Hao was both shocked and furious. He immediately summoned a Dragon Patterned Golden Bell from his storage. The bell emitted waves of golden light, and the blood demons screeched, their bodies burning as if set aflame. The first wave of demons, charging headfirst, were reduced to ashes within seconds.

Long Hao let out a cold laugh and continued to activate the Dragon Patterned Golden Bell. The golden ripples emanated from the bell, growing ever more intense. However, within this sea of blood clouds, the ripples were like a small boat on the turbulent waves—on the verge of capsizing at any moment. He glanced around, only to see that the number of demons coming at him showed no sign of dwindling. His Dragon Patterned Golden Bell, while effective against evil spirits, seemed useless against these strange blood-colored demons. Even if they were slain, they continued to taint the bell's light.

In a matter of moments, the bell, his prized magic treasure, had already lost much of its brilliance.

A chill ran down Long Hao's spine.

"Dragon Patterned Golden Bell, Wild Dragon's Demon Slayer!" _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

He roared furiously and slapped the bell with all his strength. The golden waves intensified, thickening like a tide. Half of the blood demons were instantly obliterated.

Long Hao was overjoyed and immediately took out a magic treasure to break through the encroaching blood clouds. However, just as he burst through the blood mist, a faint black light suddenly streaked across. It circled around his neck.

Crack.

His head fell to the ground.

Chu Xuan moved swiftly, drawing out Long Hao's soul essence with a single hand. As for the body, he tossed it directly into the Blood Demon Flask. In no time, the Blood Demon Flask would refine the body into blood mist.

Although Long Hao was a Nascent Soul cultivator, and his body contained far more blood essence than an ordinary person—even without specializing in body refinement—it would still take a while for the Blood Demon Flask to fully process it.

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"This Blood Demon Flask still has its flaws," Chu Xuan mused, "but as a low-grade magic treasure, it can function like a top-grade one for a while. It's already showing its potential." He nodded in satisfaction, his gaze drifting toward the distant darkness with a sly smile.

"That Xiao Xian is clever. Qiu Wanhong encouraged him to test my strength but he never showed up. Not only did he fail to come, but he also tricked Long Hao into coming here, promising that he himself would arrive."

Chu Xuan hadn't made a move on Long Hao and his two companions immediately. Instead, he had been listening to their conversation, trying to locate Xiao Xian. It wasn't until he confirmed that Xiao Xian had not appeared that he finally turned his attention to dealing with Long Hao and the others. By then, two figures appeared, walking slowly from the distance.

It was Shang Xingchen and Wei Ji. When they saw the still-wet blood stains on the ground, they shook their heads in disappointment.

"It seems we're late," Wei Ji sighed, "Such a pity."