Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 1352 - 1352 0770 Zombie Parasite_2

Chapter 1352: Chapter 0770: Zombie Parasite_2 Chapter 1352: Chapter 0770: Zombie Parasite_2 The space within the Inner Underground Palace was limited, and there wasn’t much room for the tomb owner to dodge in the first place. Now, with the stone blocks Qi Tian had moved, each at least the size of half a room, using such massive stones to smash someone made the tomb owner more and more cautious, with less and less room to evade.

That was the effect Qi Tian wanted; he no longer cared to consider how precious these stones truly were, or what great uses they could potentially have in the future. The urgent task at hand was to kill the tomb owner, and anything else could wait until later.

All the Transporting Whirlwinds were summoned into action, and not only that, but Qi Tian also called back those ghostly faces that had flown away earlier, also to transport stones and smash them onto his adversary. At the same time, Qi Tian commanded the colored sand to release more dense fog, to fill up the entire Inner Underground Palace and sever the tomb owner’s psychic sensing of the outside world.

The tomb owner realised that the situation was increasingly unfavourable for him. Holding many concerns at first, always thinking of holding back, reluctant to deplete all his magic power in one go, he now saw that Qi Tian’s attacks, aimed specifically at his weaknesses, were like a combination of punches. If he remained as restrained as before, soon Qi Tian would complete his arrangement, and by that time, no matter how much magic power the tomb owner reserved, it would only lead to his certain capture.

The tomb owner, fierce with determination, decided not to hold back any longer. He drew out a flying sword, pouring more than half of his limited remaining magic power into it, and then slashed at the stones that were being flung toward him.

A dazzling sword light burst forth, striking the stones that were hurtling toward him. The stones, which had required Qi Tian, at the Nascent Soul Stage, to struggle mightily to split with his flying sword, were instantaneously cleaved in two by the light, falling to the ground.

After releasing that stroke, the tomb owner glared sharply at Qi Tian before being enveloped by the heavy fog, issuing a warning, “Qi Tian, I won’t quibble with you, but don’t you get too carried away. This stroke was a warning to you. If you do not know how to rein yourself in and insist on opposing me, then don’t blame me for taking action against you. Feel your neck—do you think it could withstand a stroke from me?”

Qi Tian didn’t know how the tomb owner had learned his name, but that was irrelevant. He wasn’t concerned about that—what mattered to him was that the tomb owner was truly at the end of his tether, his magic power nearly depleted. Not to mention, the tomb owner could no longer wield the flying sword as he had just done, lacking the strength to produce the same force; his magic power was insufficient to support such an action now.

Qi Tian ignored the tomb owner’s threats and warnings, instructing the colored sand to drive the fog to envelop the tomb owner.

The tomb owner hadn’t expected his warnings to fail to intimidate Qi Tian. Although he longed to rush at Qi Tian and chop him into pieces with his flying sword, he refrained from doing so—on one hand, Qi Tian would not stand still for the hacking, inevitably depleting his already scarce magic power, and on the other, the fog had already severed his Divine Sense, making locating Qi Tian no easy task. There was no telling what might transpire during such effort.

The tomb owner wisely gave up the attempt to kill Qi Tian. Now, unable to see the outside with his eyes or sense the surroundings with his Divine Sense, he could only rely on his memory and fly toward the hole that Zhao Deyi had crashed into. As there were ghostly faces hiding there, he could command the flying sword to kill all the faces blocking the hole, even if it meant using the last of his meager magic power. He had to take the risk.

What the tomb owner didn’t know was that his every move had not escaped Qi Tian’s sensing. Utilizing the Heavenly Dao Engine’s sensing function, Qi Tian could clearly perceive all his actions. Qi Tian knew that they could absolutely not allow the tomb owner to escape to the hole at the top of the tomb—a tomb owner no longer conserving his magic power was beyond anyone present to stop, and they must think of a way to keep the tomb owner trapped.

And Qi Tian had already thought of a plan just a moment ago, his Divine Sense locked onto Manager Chen’s head stored in the Heavenly Dao Engine’s storage room. As the tomb owner flew towards the hole in the top of the tomb, Qi Tian took out Manager Chen’s head and threw it at the tomb owner.

The tomb owner heard the sound of the wind but did not mind it. Judging by the sound, he determined that the object making the noise was not a significant threat to him. He currently dared not change direction; otherwise, once he reached the top of the tomb, even a slight deviation could mean he would fail to find the hole’s location, thereby completely losing his chance to escape.

What the tomb owner never expected was that the thing Qi Tian threw at him indeed didn’t possess much offensive power, but the threat it presented to him was far beyond his imagination.

Some time ago, in the second set of Saint’s tombs, Qi Tian had beheaded Manager Chen, and at that time, Manager Chen’s head had ceased to show any signs of life. However, Qi Tian did not dare to take it lightly; he added layers of seals to it and placed it in the Heavenly Dao Engine’s storage room for suppression, fearing that Manager Chen’s head might cause some trouble.

Indeed, Qi Tian’s concerns were not unfounded. The moment Qi Tian threw Manager Chen’s head, it was still silent, indistinguishable from the head of a dead person. But as Manager Chen’s head approached the tomb owner, it suddenly opened its eyes and came to life.

When Qi Tian threw the head, he had chosen the direction carefully, but the tomb owner would not let the head come close to him easily. Although the tomb owner did not dodge, he swept at Manager Chen’s head with his flying sword as one would use a stick, attempting to knock it away.

It was at that moment that Manager Chen’s head revived, showing no visible movement; it simply turned in mid-air and easily dodged the flying sword the tomb owner had swept at it. Then, like a cat that smelled blood, Manager Chen’s head accelerated in the air and pounced towards the tomb owner.

Manager Chen’s head had a very strong vitality, and as a part of the living dead, they would seek every opportunity to prolong their life. They could lie dormant, wait, and at the appearance of an opportunity, they would seize it recklessly. Now was such a time—Manager Chen’s head realized that being in Qi Tian’s hands, if it did not seize every chance to regain its strength, its only outcome would be total annihilation, so, despite knowing that attempting to possess the tomb owner was not an excellent choice at that moment, it eagerly shed its feigned death and seized the opportunity to merge with the tomb owner.

The tomb owner was completely unprepared for this, and Manager Chen’s head suddenly pounced on his body. Manager Chen’s head opened its mouth, biting down on the tomb owner’s arm.

Initially, the tomb owner did not realize what Manager Chen was. However, once Manager Chen’s head bit his arm and tried to merge with him, the tomb owner immediately understood he had been targeted by the living dead.

The tomb owner was very anxious; he knew what it meant to be targeted by the living dead. The outcome was usually not good—most ended up being part of the living dead. While it might seem like life would never run out, by then, he would no longer be purely himself. He would just be part of the living dead amalgamation. The path of cultivation chosen after the combination or even daily life would not be his choice; he would no longer belong to the same world.

The tomb owner was not content with this situation. He aspired to gain a long life on the path of cultivators—and not dying would be best. He did not wish to become an inhuman creature, nor did he ever want the living dead dwelling within him.