Chapter 37: The Corpse King's Avatar 'Done In' by an Ant!

"Despicable ant, you’re courting death!"

The angered voice of the Corpse King’s clone rang out once more. This time, its body slowly floated into the air and abruptly stood upright. Its blood-red hair instantly grew extraordinarily long; some strands concealed its lower body, while the rest writhed and fluttered around it like living creatures.

The Corpse King’s clone glared viciously at Tang Zhen—clearly, Tang Zhen’s actions had utterly enraged it!

“Open your mouth, ant! Close your mouth, ant! You damned ant!” Tang Zhen retorted fiercely, locking eyes with the Corpse King without a trace of fear.

He possessed his own life-saving abilities. Although using spatial teleportation before the Brain-Linked Corpse King might unleash unimaginable consequences, when life and death hang in the balance, he could no longer hesitate.

Yet, besides teleportation, he seemed to have other options—like the high-tech app store on his phone.

Despite facing mortal danger, Tang Zhen’s mind flickered rapidly with countless thoughts, but his momentary distraction was mistaken by the Corpse King’s clone as silent contempt.

The Brain-Linked Corpse King had led its subordinates to conquer countless foes, eventually becoming one of the Eight Great Corpse Kings. It had never once tolerated the slightest disrespect from insignificant insects like ants.

Even if such slights had occurred before, the outcome was always the same—the offender was utterly annihilated, body and soul.

As a dignified Corpse King, it could not endure any form of disrespect!

At that moment, fierce flames ignited in the clone’s eyes, and its hair floated without wind. Together with the tendrils of the black statues, they lunged toward Tang Zhen, intent on sucking him dry and killing him instantly.

But Tang Zhen didn’t give it the chance. Just before the attacks descended, he defiantly raised his middle finger at the Corpse King’s clone, then flashed away in a strange blur.

In front of the Brain-Linked Corpse King, Tang Zhen had mysteriously vanished!

When Tang Zhen reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away. Turning around, he hurled a string of curses at the Brain-Linked Corpse King.

“Die, you shameless exhibitionist, you poser!”

After the outburst, he threw a smoking object from afar, which plummeted with a splash into the blood pool.

The Corpse King’s clone floating within the blood pool watched in shock. This humble little ant had mastered the teleportation technique that even it could barely wield!

Even the Corpse King itself would emit a faint energy fluctuation before using such secret arts, yet this little ant showed no such sign—and his strength was so low to begin with.

The Brain-Linked Corpse King’s interest in Tang Zhen piqued immediately. It wanted to capture him for dissection and study, then turn him into a corpse slave confined to a laboratory.

Relying on the strength of its clone, the Brain-Linked Corpse King ignored the small object Tang Zhen had thrown and fixed its gaze on him.

But it was that very contempt that allowed Tang Zhen’s bomb to fall easily into the blood pool.

Boom!

A tremendous explosion shattered the blood pool, splattering the polluted blood everywhere. Even the black altar suffered serious damage.

Of the eight black statues, three were completely destroyed, while the remaining five were riddled with cracks, oozing a purple-black liquid.

“I’ll kill you!”

The moment the blood pool was blasted apart, the Corpse King’s clone felt a weakening sensation growing stronger by the second.

Far away in an unknown world, the Brain-Linked Corpse King’s face was dark with fury, on the brink of madness. It could no longer recall how many years had passed without such rage.

This clone was immature, able only to contain a faint fragment of its soul, and it would suffer irreparable harm.

Yet it had no choice but to intervene, sensing a strange power relentlessly destroying its clone.

If it failed to act, soon the clone’s organs and meridians would be nothing but a puddle of flesh.

Previously, losing the essence blood of the Corpse Monster Lord had already disrupted its plans. Were it not for needing the Corpse Monster Lord to execute its schemes, the Brain-Linked Corpse King would have crushed that foolish subordinate without hesitation.

The Corpse Clan’s essence blood was extraordinarily precious, often requiring countless years to condense a single drop.

Now, with the clone nurtured by the Corpse Monster Lord’s essence blood under attack, if it didn’t stop this, it might have to wait countless more years before raising another clone.

Thus, the Brain-Linked Corpse King’s soul forcibly descended, preparing to kill the audacious ant who dared destroy its clone.

Yet, looking at the dire situation, this ant not only damaged its clone but also destroyed the black altar used for cultivating clones.

Frustrated to madness, the Brain-Linked Corpse King lamented that it should have killed this pest without hesitation earlier.

But now, it was too late. The clone’s resistance to it was growing stronger, and the world’s mysterious power was driving its soul out.

With a face full of unwillingness, it watched Tang Zhen about to burst through the wild building. Raising an arm, the Brain-Linked Corpse King pointed faintly at his retreating back, sending a blood-colored light point into his body.

“Once tainted by this Corpse King’s Oath of Death, you will be hunted by all the Corpse Clan. Damnable ant, I will never let you go. Sooner or later, I will turn you into my corpse slave!”

The Brain-Linked Corpse King roared in fury. Its clone’s eyes bulged, emitting strange sounds from its throat as it bled from all seven orifices, collapsing onto the ground.

Before long, the Corpse King’s clone slowly writhed and crumbled, finally turning into a puddle of flesh.

Tang Zhen was unaware that the imposing Brain-Linked Corpse King, one of the Eight Great Corpse Kings, had its clone—raised to conquer the Lou City world—wasted by him.

He also didn’t know that as the Brain-Linked Corpse King’s soul departed, it had implanted a Corpse King’s Oath of Death imbued with its aura within him.

This was a signal agreed upon by all eight Corpse Kings—a death warrant. Once issued, there would be no refuge in the Corpse Clan; the marked would be killed without mercy.

Perhaps the unwilling Brain-Linked Corpse King might devise other methods to continue its plan to conquer Lou City, but for now, those concerns were irrelevant to the fleeing Tang Zhen.

Having just escaped the wild building, Tang Zhen found himself besieged by nearly every corpse monster outside Lou City.

Frustration filled his heart—how had these monsters detected him? He had activated the quantum stealth shield!

Last time he sneaked into the wild building, none of these monsters noticed him.

Yet now, he seemed to have become their sworn enemy, their eyes blazing red as they lunged at him with reckless abandon.

They looked as if they intended to devour him alive.

Though they couldn’t see him, they locked onto his location. The sword-and-shield ghost soldiers swung their weapons wildly, while the corpse clan archers raised their tattered bows, firing in chaotic volleys.

Tang Zhen was in a pitiful state.

Pulling out his purple short sword, which he had named “Purple Lightning,” he dodged and counterattacked. Without the protection of his black cloak, he would have been covered in wounds by now.