Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 210: Fishman

Chapter 210: Fishman

As the group pressed closer, Fishman sprang into action. He carefully raised his fishing rod, and the ground split open. A corpse was pulled up by the fishing line.

This corpse was massive, towering at 1.9 meters and weighing over 250 kilograms, resembling a giant meatball.

Despite the huge size, Fishman lifted the corpse effortlessly with one hand. With a flick of his wrist, the fishing line slipped away. The corpse stood firm on the ground.

Amidst the confusion, the fat corpse suddenly opened his eyes, revealing gray, empty orbs.

It let out an inhuman scream and charged at the group.

They were stunned.

"So this Specter's power is controlling corpses?" Hei Jiji exclaimed, and worry spread across everyone's faces.

They were in the Graveyard, surrounded by corpses. All of them were the bodies of elite psychics from a century ago.

They could only hope these corpses didn't retain their past powers. If they did, survival seemed impossible.

The fat corpse rushed at them with surprising speed, covering dozens of meters in an instant.

They couldn't just stand there, waiting for their demise.

Bai Qi was the first to act. He was the fastest, using his Extreme Speed ability to blur as he charged at the fat corpse.

SWISH!

His short sword, quick as lightning, struck.

He aimed for the fat corpse's neck, or rather, the fat around his neck, as there was no clear neck to target.

The fat corpse roared and tried to catch Bai Qi's sword with its huge hand, but Bai Qi was too quick.

As the fat corpse reached for the sword, the blade had already sunk deep into his neck.

The short sword, made of Mind Steel, was infused with violent Spiritual Energy. The sharp blade embedded itself in the fat corpse's neck, but Bai Qi soon realized he couldn't pull it out.

"What?!" Bai Qi's expression changed. He wondered what kind of body could clamp down on a blade with neck fat.

Clearly, this was the fat corpse's special ability.

Now, the fat corpse's hand was reaching for Bai Qi.

Bai Qi tried to yank the sword free and dodge, but it was stuck like in a vice. He had no choice but to let go of the sword and quickly dodge, making the fat corpse miss.

"Weapons seem useless against him! With this power, he must be a third-tier psychic!" Bai Qi said seriously.

"Then use fists!" Yang Ming shouted, charging at the fat corpse with a fist like a cannonball.

He punched the fat corpse hard in the stomach.

But something strange happened. The fat corpse's stomach suddenly caved in, swallowing Yang Ming's entire right arm.

Yang Ming was shocked and tried desperately to pull his arm out, but it was tightly gripped by the fat. He couldn't free it.

Also, the fat corpse grabbed Yang Ming's waist with both hands and tried to pull him into his stomach.

"Damn it!" Yang Ming was both scared and angry. He quickly put the Corpse Bead in his mouth, but half his body was already inside the stomach, wrapped in fat.

At this moment, Hei Jiji took action.

"If you can ignore physical attacks, then try this—Ice and Fire!"

She opened her small, pale hands. Flames appeared in her left hand, and a cold stream in her right.

BOOM!

Ice and fire struck the fat corpse's body. Half of his body was burning, and the other half was covered in ice.

Of course, Yang Ming was also within the attack range. However, with the Corpse Bead's protection, he was unharmed. Taking advantage of the attack, he quickly pulled himself out and moved far away.

"Big Black, you handle this fat corpse. Let him have a try on your Ice and Fire!" Yang Ming said to Hei Jiji. He was still trembling.

Hei Jiji rolled her eyes and almost attacked Yang Ming out of anger. She wasn't naive and understood Yang Ming's sneaky and dirty implication. But with the enemy in front, she had to fight first. Only her powers could hurt the fat corpse.

Since the fat corpse was dead, he felt no pain. Even with fire and ice on his body, he continued attacking with a stiff face. His body kept oozing oil, making sizzling sounds like roasting meat.

Hei Jiji attacked from a distance, constantly dodging to keep away. She used Ice and Fire repeatedly, slowly breaking down the fat corpse's body.

Meanwhile, Fang Xiu kept his eyes on Fishman. The corpses were just appetizers; Fishman was the real target.

SWISH!

A strand of silver hair, tied to a scalpel, shot toward Fishman like a meteor.

However, Fishman remained unmoved. As the scalpel approached, the ground at his feet rose, forming a high wall that blocked it.

Then he swung his fishing rod, and the hook fell into another grave. With a gentle pull, another corpse appeared.

This time, it was a woman with long hair and simple clothes. Her skin was pale, the kind of paleness that only the dead have.

Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes, revealing gray, lifeless eyes.

The woman stared directly at the crowd, and blood started flowing from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The blood was thick and foul-smelling, making her look like a demon from hell.

The blood flowed more and more, gradually evaporating. Her blood turned into a blood mist, spreading outward and enveloping her.

As the blood mist neared the group, their skin began to sting, accompanied by a sizzling sound.

Everyone's faces changed. "The blood mist is poisonous."

Bai Qi quickly dodged, moving out of the blood mist's range.

Yang Ming, with the Corpse Bead's protection, faced it head-on.

"I'll handle her. You guys deal with that Fishman. We can't let him raise more corpses!" he shouted, determination in his voice."