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第四卷 七星岛 第七百一十八章 毒蛟与尸魔

Shan Ling's heart was also filled with a sense of unease. Why hadn't the other two companions come to her aid, leaving her alone on Self-Island.

But as for herself, she was alone. According to logic, no one would assist her at this moment. "Of course, I don't have time to think about it now. Let's deal with this formidable enemy first."

She waved her sleeves and summoned the Stabbing Spirit Ring, a powerful artifact. A poison-jade dragon of the Form Transformation stage was not something ordinary spells could handle.

How infuriating! Despite having no grudge against her, this old monster kept纠缠不休. Red Ling's temper flared as she decided to take action.

She cast a spell and the Stabbing Spirit Ring began to change once again, revealing the beautiful face of a woman, which appeared before the opponent like a mirage.

The White Deer Immortal Boy felt a chill down his spine. He had already experienced the strange nature of this artifact and did not dare to be careless. The ring's face grew to an acre in size but remained captivating. It opened its lips and spat out large flames.

The poison-jade dragon was no less formidable, spewing red poison that corroded even the fire, melting it mid-air.

However, every time the Stabbing Spirit Ring approached closely, a strange purple light would shoot from the woman's eyes, making the monster hesitant to approach directly.

Overall, they were in a stalemate. Red Ling was both angry and alarmed at this prolonged battle. However, her magical energy had been exhausted, making it impossible for her to quickly defeat the poison-jade dragon within a short time.

The White Deer Immortal Boy's face showed a sinister smile. Perfect! The more spectacular the fight, the longer it would take to attract other enforcers here.

Just as he was pleased with his plan, something unexpected happened. A chill ran down his back, and he felt an ominous presence. Without hesitation, he quickly dodged to one side.

Before he could move three feet, a black flash passed by him, the force of which distorted his protective aura. The flash traveled over ten feet before stopping abruptly—a long spear had appeared from nowhere.

"Damn! Who dared attack me?"

Furious at nearly losing his life, the White Deer Immortal Boy released his divine sense to search while cursing loudly. Meanwhile, the poison-jade dragon stopped its battle with Red Ling and quickly spotted something. Its face turned grim as it pointed forward.

The poison-jade dragon lunged forward, using its powerful claws to strike downward.

"Crack!" The force was so great that it seemed like mountains could be split in half. However, a ghostly fog appeared, revealing another tall humanoid figure. Despite the approaching dragon, this creature showed no fear as its bones shattered and a withered hand clawed upward.

"Zombie!"

As an Immortal of the late-stage, the White Deer Immortal Boy's eyesight was exceptional. Through the thin black fog, he recognized the attacker.

Standing upright at over two meters tall, the figure had a withered face and green hair covering its exposed skin.

It was a creature from the Netherworld, formed by the spirits of dead immortals. Generally, zombies have low magical power, but this zombie had unexpectedly reached the late-stage Immortal level.

Why would he attack me? Could it be related to that red-robed woman?

Red Ling's face showed confusion as she recognized the zombie. If she had fought Lin Xuan before, she knew this creature was summoned by the young man.

But why help her when they were clearly enemies? And what about the other two opponents who hadn't arrived yet—had Lin Xuan stopped them too?

Too many questions left Red Ling rooted to the spot, momentarily forgetting to attack.

"Boom!" A thunderous sound echoed as the zombie's body expanded like a balloon. It was several dozen feet in diameter and disintegrated into a shower of blood upon contact with the dragon, scattering in all directions.

The White Deer Immortal Boy was stunned, his expression filled with shock. He didn't know what to do next.

It wasn't surprising given Lin Xuan's rich experience in magical battles. The first time he faced Ning Clan's ancestor, he had almost suffered a major defeat due to the unpredictable nature of the Corpse Transformation Technique.

Should he chase or not?

The White Deer Immortal Boy was also indecisive. He realized that this zombie was just a puppet and that the opponent must be incredibly powerful to control an Immortal-stage monster.

Even if they weren't late-stage great immortals, their power far exceeded Red Ling's.

The White Deer Immortal Boy wasn't fooling himself; he was merely analyzing logically. However, Lin Xuan's unique experiences made it hard for him to predict the situation correctly.

Finally, he decided not to chase. They were not mortal enemies and didn't need to put themselves in unknown danger.

Disappointed, the White Deer Immortal Boy cursed. He conjured poison fog, sending out vines that tightly bound the dragon before dragging it back into the poison flag.

His face showed effort as sweat dripped from his forehead despite numerous times using infant fire to refine the creature's spirit.

Finally, he managed to withdraw the spirit.

On the other side, through their mental connection, Lin Xuan knew Red Ling had escaped. He sighed in relief; at least his efforts hadn't been wasted.

Rumbling sounds echoed as the light screen trembled nonstop. Despite its ferocity, the Five Ghosts Soul Splitting Formation couldn't withstand the combined attack of two late-stage Immortals.

Lin Xuan didn't want to destroy this precious array tool here.

He stretched out his hand and gently hooked several dozen flags from a nearby acre-sized area. Each was about a foot long but carried a strong scent of blood.

Lin Xuan grabbed them, placed them back on the array plate, and stowed everything in his storage bag.

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