Lu Yin panted heavily. His finger had already ruptured, and fresh blood flowed from its tip and slowly dripped down to the ground. His eyes were flushed red. “Antidote, there must be an antidote.” 

He leaped down. 

Ming Yan was lying some distance away, and tears flowed from her closed eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry.” 

Outside the courtyard, Bei Hong ordered the gathered cultivators to evacuate the people of Shanhai City, as underground magma continuously bubbled up from the fissures in the ground, quickly filling the sky with a thick smoke. 

Underground, Lu Yin found a pathetic looking Wu Shang. He grabbed the Corpse King and then dashed back up towards the surface. 

Suddenly, Wu Shang opened his eyes and struggled free from Lu Yin’s grip before rushing into the distance. At this moment, he put the fearsome physical strength of a Green Eyes Transformed Corpse King on full display. Anyone else who had been attacked by Lu Yin in this manner had always ended up severely injured if not dead, but Wu Shang was still able to make use of the Corpse King Transformation and even seemed fine as he fled. 

Lu Yin tightened his right fist as his eyes lit up. “Day-Night-Punch.”

The sky turned dark, and the colors of black and white interchanged as the punch shot through Wu Shang. Whistling winds swept...