Chapter 041: Corpse Qi

"What, you killed Ox-Head." White Impermanence looked at Wang Bo in shock. She knew that Black Impermanence had died at Wang Bo's hands, but she didn't know that Ox-Head had also died at his hands.

Wang Bo said smugly, "Not just Ox-Head—I even razed Wangxiang Terrace to the ground."

White Impermanence immediately ground her teeth in hatred. She really hadn't expected Wang Bo to destroy even the projection of Wangxiang Terrace.

"You bastard."

Upon hearing this, the Zombie King clapped and said, "Brother is truly formidable. I admire you. But brother, don't be careless. Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence—their strength is decent, but the real experts in the underworld are the Judge and Yama. They are the most troublesome opponents. If brother thinks the Judge and Yama are opponents like Black and White Impermanence, you'll suffer a great loss."

Wang Bo waved his hand and said, "I don't need you to remind me of that. I know the Judge and Yama are different from Black and White Impermanence, but I don't think they are my match."

The Zombie King was a bit exasperated. Why wouldn't this guy listen to reason?

Although the underworld deities in this world were only projections, if they joined forces, even he was no match for them.

This guy was just a human. Where did he get the confidence to think he could defeat the host of underworld deities?

Wasn't this too arrogant?

The Zombie King wanted to just leave. He couldn't carry such a useless teammate.

But on second thought, the more people who resisted the underworld, the greater his hope of breaking free. So the Zombie King had to patiently say, "Brother, do you know that the underworld deities you see are only projections?"

Wang Bo said, "Of course I know that."

"Then do you know that these projections are actually weaker than the originals?"

Wang Bo retorted, "Do you think I look like an idiot?"

Seeing that Wang Bo had some normal thinking, the Zombie King continued, "Brother, let me speak frankly—don't take offense. Even if the underworld deities are no match for you today, as time goes on, their strength will grow. If brother cannot annihilate the enemy today, they will become a great threat in the future."

Wang Bo was taken aback and said slowly, "I hadn't thought of that."

The Zombie King seized the opportunity: "But I can help you. If the two of us work together, wiping out the underworld deities will be no problem."

"You?" Wang Bo said with a half-smile.

The Zombie King felt insulted by Wang Bo and was furious, but he knew that he was only a projection, weaker than his original, and might not be a match for this mysterious man.

So he suppressed his anger and pretended to be calm, saying, "Indeed, I believe I have some skill. Brother can rest assured."

Wang Bo said, "In that case, let me test your mettle."

The next second, he had teleported in front of the Zombie King and threw a punch.

The Zombie King wore a smile, but his eyes involuntarily flashed with coldness. The other wanted to test his mettle—he too wanted to test this man's mettle.

If the other was very strong, he wouldn't mind cooperating.

If the other was mediocre, then he would teach him a harsh lesson and make him know what cruelty meant.

Facing the incredibly fast punch, the Zombie King not only did not retreat, but charged forward. As the king of zombies, he was an immortal and indestructible existence.

Neither heaven nor earth could destroy him; his physique was no worse than those who cultivated the Eight-Nine Mystic Art. Even without using magical power, he could kill immortals with sheer strength alone.

Even if it was just a projection, he could not lose to a human.

So the Zombie King, without any hesitation, charged forward with a sinister grin.

With a dull thud, the Zombie King flew backward like a cannonball, staring in shock at his broken right hand, as if he hadn't yet come to his senses.

At that moment, Wang Bo's mocking voice came, "A fool who can't even withstand my punch wants to cooperate with me? You may lack strength, but you've got a thick face."

The Zombie King's face flushed with anger. Though he had some composure, facing such blatant ridicule, he could no longer hold back.

"You're asking for death!" the Zombie King snorted coldly. His broken right hand healed at a visible speed, and his whole body emitted a powerful corpse aura. The earth began to dry up, and flowers and grass started to wither.

He dashed like a ghost to Wang Bo's front, his right hand becoming extremely hard, his pitch-black nails like sharp divine weapons, slashing at Wang Bo's head.

Today, he would tear this insulting bastard into pieces.

But Wang Bo was unwilling to engage in close combat with the Zombie King, because the corpse aura on him was too intense—it could not only spread death but also erode human flesh and corrode the soul.

If Wang Bo could use the solar true qi within him, he wouldn't fear close combat with the Zombie King.

After all, solar true qi was the bane of all ghosts and evil spirits.

A mere corpse aura couldn't even enter his body.

But now, Wang Bo had used all his solar true qi to reinforce the seal and prevent the curse from erupting. Without the protection of solar true qi, he dared not engage in close combat with the zombie for the time being.

Even though his physical strength was still above the Zombie King's.

Facing the ferocious Zombie King charging at him, Wang Bo teleported, creating some distance, then waved his right hand, and bolts of lightning burst forth from it.

The lightning swept out like an avalanche and tsunami, instantly engulfing the Zombie King.

Terrible lightning bolts bloomed with astonishing lethality, seemingly capable of drowning all evil spirits. Any zombie, any corpse aura, would kneel before this lightning.

After all, lightning was naturally a bane to such monsters.

However, the Zombie King revealed a sinister grin. Though lightning was the nemesis of zombies, he was no longer afraid of it now. Intense corpse aura surrounded him, forming an exquisite black armor.

Protected by the black armor, the Zombie King charged into the lightning. The black corpse aura collided with the lightning, crackling and popping, then the corpse aura extinguished a large swath of lightning. The Zombie King emerged unscathed and rushed toward Wang Bo.

Wang Bo certainly didn't want to engage in close combat with the Zombie King. He snapped his fingers, and countless lightning spears appeared in the air, hovering above his head, automatically locking onto the Zombie King.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In an instant, hundreds of lightning spears rained down, as if to annihilate the Zombie King on the spot.

The Zombie King now understood that Wang Bo's capture of White Impermanence was no fluke; he truly had strength. Just these countless lightning spears alone were enough to give any Yin god a hard time.

Not to mention a projection; even if his true body were here, it would find it troublesome.

But the Zombie King remained undaunted. The corpse aura around him exploded, dyeing the sky black.