Zombies, with souls merging into their bodies, are hard to kill and indestructible, yet soulless.

They are simply the nemesis of the Witch Priests.

Witch Priests utilize various bone wishing instruments to slay using the power of souls and the Five Elements Killing.

Yet zombies, being soulless, significantly reduce the enemy's lethality.

One month later.

Ying Qing returned to the Wishing Witch Country, taking his father's place, acquiring the Divine Object, and imparting the method of the zombies.

The citizens of Wishing Witch, in order to counter the Witch Priests, collectively transformed into zombies.

Thereafter, they continued to endure, supporting Ying Qing, pooling the talents of the entire populace to continuously refine the structure and form of zombies.

"Oil, transforming into the body's blood energy, circulating throughout the body, how about it?"

"Good."

"Utilizing essential oil as a second type of blood in the body, let's call it essential blood!"

"It differs somewhat from ordinary blood, blending with ordinary blood, wandering around the body."

"Essential oil, essential blood? Indeed."

"Zombies' essential blood, flowing throughout the body, converging at the heart, with the heart as a furnace, igniting the essential blood, causing internal combustion to boil, can enhance the combat power of our zombie clan."

"Heart blood?"

"Good, good, good! The way of the zombie is the cultivation method for our clan."

Another thirty years.

Ying Qing, through relentless cultivation, finally broke through to the fourth realm.

With a long roar.

"A century of shame, today, I shall reclaim my dignity!"

A purple divine light shot up into the sky.

The Wishing Witch Clan, originally extremely obese, has now refined their bodies with essential oil, becoming slimmer, boiling within like internal combustion engines.

The refinement boosted their combat power dramatically.

Their hearts, resembling car engines, igniting the divine essential blood, exhibit astonishing combat force.

At this moment, Ying Qing appeared somewhat leaner, transforming into an immensely powerful Purple Zombie, stepping into the sky, traversing the void, and reaching the Witch Priests' Country.

"Witch Priest God, you claim to be the Death God, commanding millions of Yin Envoys, summoning and binding the lifespans of the people across the world."

"Today, I must kill you!"

"To let this world be free for all!"

Ying Qing, with a cold expression, his whole being exuding a fiery aura.

The Witch Priest God, seeing this scene, couldn't help but be utterly astonished: "The Wishing Witch lineage, truly a great clan of the past, has returned to its Peak after a century of decline."

Even he couldn't fathom the opponent undergoing such a transformation.

"One battle, then."

"We defeated you back then, and we can do it again now."

Without saying much, both sides began to act.

The two transformed into swift streaks of light, being Fourth Tier powerhouses, they exhibited the terrifying prowess of the early Fifth Tier.

They soared into the clouds, as if commanding the might of heaven and earth.

As they fought, mountains shattered, rivers dried up, and valleys were leveled.

Ying Qing, the latecomer, was only in the early Fourth Tier, yet was nine realms apart. Relying on restraint advantages, he fought evenly with the opponent.

Three days later, both sides suffered injuries.

The Witch Priest God returned to his ancestral land, harvesting the lifespans of the masses to heal his wounds.

Meanwhile, Ying Qing also retreated to the Witch Priests' Country, beginning to absorb the essential blood of other clan members, quickly recovering from his injuries.

The Witch Priest God, healing while harboring dread in his heart: "If we clash again, I won't have the chance to win."

Zombies are too restraining.

Now being at the Fourth Tier Peak, without breaking into the Fifth Tier, it's impossible to win.

And the opponent, only at the early Fourth Tier, with a few more small realm upgrades, next time, he might completely fall behind.

Next battle.

The Witch Priest God no longer had any confidence.

"God, we have a method, a way to win."

"What method?"

"The original Wishing Witch Divine, discovered hiding in a small country, continues his debauchery, seeking pleasure everywhere by the Yin Envoys."

Upon hearing this, the Witch Priest God showed a disdainful expression.

The opponent only bullied ordinary humans.

The courtier continued: "We can have him infiltrate, helping us steal the Divine Object... he naturally possesses powerful Wishing Witch affinity."

"Plus, with some internal operatives and an ambush, this can be accomplished."

The Witch Priest God frowned slightly, somewhat disdainful of such filthy deeds.

He was proud, born as an Innate Saint, looking down on everyone, including his parents.

And now, asking him to do such vile things?

However, he was more afraid of losing than performing this vile act, in his pride.

All his life, he pursued strength regardless of cost, yet about to lose to a mere junior?

Impossible!

A miserable loss would shatter his pride.

A despicable win would shatter his pride.

Hence, he chose to win.

"Arranged accordingly!" he said coldly.

...

Three days later, at night, the Divine Object was stolen.

"I didn't want it to be like this, but they threatened me..."

The original Wishing Witch Divine, You, trembled as such.

Following their arrangement, taking advantage of the opponent's healing, leveraging the affinity with the Divine Object, silently approached and stole the Divine Object.

That night, roaring voices resounded.

"It's you! You!"

"Damn it!"

"Protect the throne!"

Voices echoed one after another.

Ying Qing, watching the opponent being escorted away by a group of enemies, was so angry that his lips quivered, yet he consoled everyone:

"My body still retains a large amount of Divine Power of Wishing Witch, after I heal, I can continue to fight."

"Once we win against them, there will naturally be plenty of time to retrieve the Wishing Witch Divine Object."

However, the whole tribe remained in anguished despair.

The previous generation god Qiu and his wife Wan, a loving couple, gazed at their son, letting out a sigh:

"What can we do?"

He was the original body's guard of the Wishing Witch Divine, by chance obtained the Divine Object in the Jiuli Palace.

He knew better than anyone about You's cruelty, evil, and cowardice.

Never did they think their Divine Spirit would once again betray the diligent tribespeople.

Wise ones are uniform; an idiot's sudden insight triumphs.

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