Sevenfold Illusion... A talent that he acquired from the Spiritwing that lets him conjure seven clones. The first time he tried it, Yang Ze's head almost burst open due to the visual feedback from seven different pairs of eyes.

But this time... this time instead of all seven, he chose to control just one clone, and surprisingly, it worked well.

At least with his current mental energy, he could control it for a long time.

The moment the Blood Corpse saw two similar figures rushing towards it with their fists covered in black internal energy, it just patted its chest once again, sending a shockwave around it, hoping to dispel the false one, but unfortunately, it wasn't an illusion.

Before it could do anything else, Yang Ze first directly made contact with its head.

*BANG

With a loud thud, the Blood Corpse took a few steps back, but there was no visible damage.

Yang Ze wasn't surprised by it. He had already experienced the toughness of this damned thing. If he couldn't injure it, then he was gonna pummel it to the ground till it couldn't stand up. He was gonna make sure to break every single bone in its body.

One attack might not do it, but what about a hundred? What about a thousand?

Without any words, he simply stepped back, and the moment he stepped back, his clone punched with all its strength, trying to aim at its stitched penises!

But before the fist could even hit it, the Blood Corpse simply waved its hand at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

*BANG

Unlike Yang Ze's true body, this clone of his had only thirty percent of his strength. If he were to roughly calculate it, it would be akin to someone at the Early Stage of Foundation Forging. But even such a strength was of no match against the Blood Corpse.

The moment Blood Corpse's back of the palm hit the clone, its entire body burst open like a balloon. But instead of blood and flesh, it turned into a pure white internal energy before disappearing completely.

Not to mention Yang Ze, even the Blood Corpse wasn't expecting its casual strike to kill the thing so easily. In the next moment, its murderous rage soared. These bugs were so easy to kill. They would die at a single strike and couldn't cause any harm to it.

In the next moment, it didn't care about being defensive. Instead, it wildly rushed towards Yang Ze and its remaining six clones, hoping to finish them as fast as possible.

"Damn it." Yang Ze could only curse in his heart as he hurriedly retreated. He, too, wasn't expecting the simple strike to destroy his clone.

He didn't care about controlling the six remaining clones but instead chose to rush towards the Blood Corpse.

He couldn't let this thing destroy his remaining six clones. It had the cooldown of one day, and he definitely needed their help against this damned thing.

Watching the incoming human, the blood corpse pulled its right hand back before flinging it ahead like a string.

Yang Ze, on the other hand, just took a deep breath as his lights were covered by a thin blue light. And once the light disappeared, he was wearing a set of gloves.

These gloves were the second mortal object he manifested using his mental energy by using the Mystic Nether Art.

The next moment, he simply raised his hand instinctively, placing it before his chest in a defensive posture.

*THUD

The next moment, he felt a tremendous force hitting his hands, but unlike before, his body didn't fling like a ragdoll. Instead, the gloves managed to absorb a good chunk of force, making him simply take a few steps back.

"GOOD." Yang Ze couldn't help but shout in excitement. The gloves were much more useful than he had initially imagined.

After stabilising himself, he simply bent his knees and rushed towards the Blood Corpse, intending to give another strike using his Black Tiger Technique.

In no time, his fists were covered in black fog with an even greater intensity than before. The gloves seemed to have amplified it.

The Blood Corpse wasn't idle either. Seeing the incoming figure of Yang Ze, it too pulled both its hands behind its back before suddenly smashing forward, intending to smash Yang Ze's head into pieces.

*Swish

Yang Ze barely managed to duck as he felt an intense airwave just above his head before a thunderous sound almost made him deaf. But it didn't stop him. On the contrary, he used his feet to push upwards, directly landing a punch with his right hand, just at the Blood Corpse's throat.

The moment the punch landed, he immediately used his left hand as a claw to strike one of the faces on the Blood Corpse before pulling it out with all his might.

*Crrrrrr'

With a sharp, tearing sound, he pulled out the stitched face from the Blood Corpse's stomach, tearing it apart.

"What the..." Yang Ze wasn't expecting this thing to come so easily. He just gave it a try on impulse. But who would have thought it would work?

"WWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEE"

The Blood Corpse seemed to have entered a state of rage, with its limbs smashing the ground around it in a desperate attempt to smash that little bug into pieces. Unfortunately for it, Yang Ze had managed to retreat with the torn face before throwing it away in disgust.

He then looked at the Blood Corpse's stomach, but the moment he saw it, he wished he hadn't.

There were innumerable small white worms crawling around that area as if searching for their home.

"FUCK." Yang Ze almost jumped up in fright while patting his left hand on the ground in disgust. He didn't want any of those worms to latch onto him.

Though the Blood Corpse didn't bleed, its state seemed to have deteriorated as it rushed towards Yang Ze with its twisted face and those elongated hands striking toward his head.

Yang Ze just narrowed his eyes before taking a step to his left, dodging the attack before using his right hand to pull out another piece of stitched face, making it scream in agony again.

"It seems effective." Looking at the Blood Corpse trashing in pain, Yang Ze's lips curled in a smile as he seemed to have found a way. His blunt attack couldn't cause any damage to the damned thing, but pulling out the stitched faces away from its body seemed to have some effect.

So, for the next few minutes, Yang Ze's actions were simple.

He would dodge the attack before pulling out a stitched mask from the Blood Corpse's body.

In less than ten minutes, he had already taken away half the stitched faces from its body.

Looking at its body, which was now covered in dense maggot-like worms, squirming around, Yang Ze just snorted in disgust.

He then ignored the increasing discomfort in his heart as he began to pull out the stitched faces from the blood corpse's body.

But every time he tore one face from its body, Yang Ze's eyes turned slightly red, and the smile on his face widened.

He didn't even notice it himself that he seemed to be going through some changes.

A few more minutes later, he had managed to pull apart almost ninety percent of the masks on the Blood Corpse. And by now, his entire eye was pitch red, with dense red blood vessels covering his eyes. So much so that even his iris has disappeared, and his face has now slowly twisted with a wretched smile. At one point, pulling away the masks wasn't about finding a way to injure the Blood Corpse, but instead it had turned into pleasure.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA" With a loud laugh, Yang Ze's action became even more carefree than before.

He seemed to have given up on his defence as he moved around freely with such an elegance that shouldn't have been possible. He was using the newly gained talent, Etheral Shadow Step, but compared to before, it was much more proficient.

His footsteps were as light as a feather as he easily manoeuvred around as if playing with the Blood Corpse, but the cruelty in his eyes only got stronger.

By now, he had turned into an almost different person with a murderous rage that almost shook the heavens and eyes that were filled with such cruelty that one would shiver just by looking at them.

With a wretched smile on his face, Yang Ze's figure disappeared from his initial position before appearing behind the Blood Corpse as he pulled the last stitched face from its body before throwing it down the cliff.

He then looked at the Blood Corpse in front of him as if he were admiring a piece of work.

The dense number of small white worms on the Blood Corpse's body, which were enough to cause nightmares to the previous him, now looked like docile little pets.

Yang Ze slowly raised his fist that was enveloped in black mist before striking towards the Blood Corpse's kneecap.

This time, there was no suspense.

*CRACCCKKKK

With the loud sound of bone snapping, the Blood Corpse's entire kneecap shattered as it lost its balance before falling down.

But Yang Ze didnt stop there. He raised his fist again and struck the second knee, shattering it too.

"Tch... tch... tch..." Looking at the Blood Corpse underneath him, which was struggling to even stand, Yang Ze just clicked his tongue with a smile. By now, both his eyes were covered in a dense web of strings of blood vessels.

But he seemed completely oblivious to all this. He felt a sense of freedom, confidence and strength like never before. For the first time in his life, he felt like he could do anything.

If he didn't like anyone, he could simply kill them. If he liked someone, he could peel their faces and keep them with him forever...

Bending down, Yang Ze raised his hand before punching the Blood Corpse with all his strength.

*BOOOM

Then another punch...

*BOOOM

Then another... and another... and another...

Even Yang Ze didn't know how many punches he had delivered to the damned thing beneath him. But no matter how many punches he threw, it didn't seem to cause any real harm.

After every punch, a red light would flash past the Blood Corpse chest before it was healed. Even the few bones that Yang Ze managed to break were healed after the red light flashed.

He had forgotten just how many times he broke this damned thing's kneecaps.

He wanted to throw a few more punches, but this time, the Blood Corpse managed to block Yang Ze's fist with its two hands.

The two of them seemed to be in a lockdown as they just looked at each other.

The Blood Corpse's twisted face was looking at Yang Ze's face, which had a twisted smile even more ferocious than its own.

For the first time, its body trembled as if in fear.

The next moment, its survival instincts kicked in as it wanted to escape.

But how could Yang Ze?

He didn't know why, but he felt there was something in its body that he desperately needed. Something in its body was calling out for him.

He held its hand before jumping on top of its stomach, completely ignoring the dense number of worms squirming around, some of which were already beginning to climb him.

Yang Ze's eyes were now entirely covered in a red membrane as they gazed at the Blood Corps's chest. He raised his hands, wanting to tear it apart and take out the thing inside, but as if sensing his intentions, the Blood Corpse simply held both his hands tightly, refusing to let them go.

"HEH." The twisted smile on Yang Ze's face only grew as he simply let out a laugh, raised his head a bit before plunging it down with his mouth open.

He directly bit the Blood Corpse on the chest.

Ignoring the dense number of white worms that began to flood his mouth and had managed to enter his stomach, he simply used his teeth to bite before pulling his head back, tearing a large chunk of rotten flesh with it.

"Ptttt..." Spitting the rotten meat onto the ground, he took a deep breath before thrusting his head down once more and tearing away another chunk of rotten flesh.

Yang Ze repeated the process again and again until there was no more flesh on the Blood Corpse's chest.

Ignoring the vile stench and the black, rotten blood seeping from the corner of his mouth along with a dense number of white worms, Yang Ze simply thrust his head down one last time before pulling it up, but this time, there was no more rotten flesh.

Instead, what was in his mouth was a red human heart that was still beating in an eerie rhythm even after separating from the Blood Corpse.

The Blood Corpse, on the other hand, stopped moving. It was dead...

Completely ignoring the lifeless Blood Corpse beneath him, Yang Ze's eyes were stuck on the red glowing heart as the red membrane in his eyes began to pulse in a manner similar to it.

He didn't even notice that the dense white worms that were covering the Blood Corpse had now seeped into his body. But they didn't seem to cause him any harm.

The only harm they caused was to eat some of his face mask, revealing an immortal-like appearance underneath.

And it was at this moment that he suddenly heard the sound of someone gasping.

"Huh!?"

"What the!?"

"...."

Three different sounds broke the eerie silence of the cliff.

With the beating heart still between his teeth, Yang Ze arched his body, with his back bending in the shape of an arch, his head towards the ground, and his chin facing the sky as a smile crept on his lips while he looked at the three enchanting women who just stood there in disbelief.....

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