Realm of the Night God

The chains struck the large gray hand formed by the corpse miasma with a thunderous impact, scattering the gray hand and dissipating the yin energy chains.

The short man's smile faltered for a moment, but his expression quickly returned to a calm demeanor. He did not attack again, shifting his gaze from the distant corpse ghoul to focus on Yang Haoran.

"Hehe, my friend from the Underworld, this little pet of mine is useless to you. Why must you insist on taking it? Aren't you ghost catchers supposed to be catching ghosts, not zombies?" the short man asked with a smile.

"Hehe, I'm used to eating rice, but I occasionally want to try the taste of noodles," Yang Haoran responded with a smile.

Hearing this, the short man's expression changed slightly, and he then asked with a smile, "So, does that mean you've decided to take care of this matter?"

The scene fell silent, and all eyes turned to Yang Haoran. A gust of yin wind blew past, and Yang Haoran nodded at the short man with a smile.

Seeing Yang Haoran's nod, the short man's smile grew wider as he said, "I didn't want to have any conflict with you, and I could have just taken my little pet and left peacefully. But it seems you're not willing to let that happen, so I have no choice but to use you all to feed my two little darlings."

As the short man's words fell, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he seemed ready to attack immediately. However, Yang Haoran's speed was faster.

Suddenly, several black chains appeared from the void, attacking the short man from all directions and blocking his retreat.

The few spirit guards present, some of whom had no combat power and others who still retained some, also mobilized their remaining strength to attack the corpse ghoul, as Ma Ling seemed to be no match for it. They chose to assist her in the fight against the corpse ghoul, as they believed Yang Haoran's strength was beyond their comprehension and that he could handle the short man.

At this moment, the battle resumed.

Faced with the relentless chains, the short man alternated between evading and defending, but he could not find an opportunity to counterattack.

At first, he was still able to maintain a smile, as he believed that Yang Haoran's fierce attack could not last forever. Once the initial burst of energy passed, he would have his chance to strike back, and Yang Haoran would surely perish at his hands. ThelatestchaptersareuploadedfirstonM|V|LE3MPYR.

However, to the short man's dismay, ten minutes had passed, and Yang Haoran's attack showed no signs of weakening. Not only did he not have a chance to counterattack, but he had also sustained several deep and shallow wounds.

This result caused his smile to gradually disappear, and his perception of Yang Haoran had changed - he was stronger than the short man had imagined.

The short man did not know that Yang Haoran was a Reaper, and since there had been a barrier in this area earlier, he was unaware of the previous conversation and could not hear it. After breaking through the barrier and arriving at the scene, he sensed the yin energy and yin spiritual power emanating from Yang Haoran, but he did not consider them a significant threat and had ignored Yang Haoran.

It was only after Yang Haoran used the chains to disperse the short man's corpse miasma-formed hand that he began to pay attention to this seemingly unremarkable person.

Although he now acknowledged Yang Haoran, he still did not consider him on the same level. It was only after fighting with Yang Haoran for about ten minutes that he realized he had underestimated Yang Haoran's strength.

Even now, this short man still thought of Yang Haoran as merely a night guard, as Yang Haoran had not used any soul artifacts. If he knew that Yang Haoran was actually a Reaper, his expression would have been truly priceless.

Yang Haoran did not use his soul artifact not to tease the short man, but because if he opened his Celestial Soul, both his yin spiritual power and the yin energy surrounding him would double. He did not want to expose his true strength, so he was unwilling to activate his Celestial Soul.

If the short man were the only one present, Yang Haoran would not have to worry about his strength being revealed. He could simply kill the short man, and no one would know the true extent of his power. However, with Ma Ling and the others present, he could not just kill them all, as he had not yet reached that level of ruthlessness.

He did not want to expose his true strength to avoid raising suspicions about the discrepancy between his annual soul pill gains and his power growth. If this were to reach the higher-ups, he could lose his life. Therefore, he was unwilling to reveal his true power in front of others, and he would only use his full strength if it was absolutely necessary to eliminate the threat completely.

It was precisely because of Yang Haoran's reservations that the short man was still alive. Otherwise, the short man would not have been able to last even a minute against Yang Haoran, let alone ten minutes.

Of course, it cannot be said that the short man's strength is weak. As a necromancer, his personal power is only one part of his combat ability, and the zombies he has raised are the other part. Currently, one of his corpse ghouls is being contained by Ma Ling and the others, and the other has been severely damaged and bound by Yang Haoran's chains, effectively depriving him of his main sources of support. This is why he is struggling against Yang Haoran alone.

On the other hand, the situation for Ma Ling and the two spirit guards battling the corpse ghoul is not looking good.

This corpse ghoul is far stronger than the previous one, and the three of them, even working together, are no match for it. They have sustained injuries, and Ma Ling has not even managed to reclaim her golden sword, a precious talisman that is essential for many of her techniques.

It was not that Ma Ling's strength was weak, but rather that Ma Ling did not have the opportunity to set up a powerful formation. If someone could have bought her some time at that moment, then once she had set up a powerful formation, the situation would have been different.

Unfortunately, the two spirit guards were unable to buy her the time to set up the formation.

These two spirit guards had already suffered heavy blows, and although their combat power was not completely lost, the remaining power within their bodies was little more than a tickle to the corpse demon, so they were unable to buy time for Ma Ling.

Without the ability to set up a powerful formation, Ma Ling's own strength was no match for this corpse demon, so even with the three of them working together, they not only failed to inflict any damage on the corpse puppet, but instead ended up with injuries themselves.

After about ten minutes, not only were the two spirit guards completely beaten up, but they were also re-infected with the corpse poison. Ma Ling was the same, with multiple claw wounds from the corpse demon and also infected with the corpse poison - the situation was quite dire.

"You two should leave quickly! If you stay here any longer, you'll be dead for sure!"

Ma Ling saw the two spirit guards struggling to stand up, seemingly wanting to continue fighting, so she couldn't help but shout out a warning.

Her warning had just sounded when a foul stench assaulted their nostrils, and the corpse demon's fist, like a sandbag, fell upon her, knocking her to the ground.

Ma Ling coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, and before she could recover, the corpse demon's figure flashed and appeared before her eyes. It grabbed her neck with one hand, pinning her to the ground, and in the other hand tightly gripped the golden sword that originally belonged to her, then viciously stabbed it towards her forehead!

Ma Ling's face turned pale with fear - if that sword strike hit her forehead, she would be dead for sure!

She tried to resist, but the corpse demon's strength was simply too overwhelming, her struggles were utterly meaningless, and she could only watch in despair as the golden sword descended!

At this critical moment, a palm suddenly appeared in Ma Ling's field of vision, and with lightning speed, it grabbed the corpse puppet's descending golden sword!