Chapter Twenty-Eight: Treading the Star Path, the Fiendish Zombie!

Shock aside, Wufeng’s movements were far from slow.

With a sweep of his right hand—

“Pfft!”

A blackened, stiff head shot upward.

A tap from his left hand—

“Bang!!”

Another stiff corpse was sent flying.

“Fellow Daoist Wufeng, we’ll help you!” offered Daoist Baihe eagerly.

“No need,” Wufeng said, forming hand seals with both hands, moving like a tiger among sheep.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!!!”

One black corpse after another was struck and hurled through the air.

Upon landing, their limbs weakened and they collapsed, unable to rise.

Some were pierced through the heart, dissolving into pools of pus.

These zombies lacked the formidable physical defenses of Qin Feng.

Their strength was only slightly greater than ordinary black corpses.

In just over ten seconds, out of thirty-two zombies, only about ten remained.

“So fierce?” Qin Feng furrowed his brow slightly, quickly springing forward and charging out of the cavern.

His leaps were faster than mere strides.

“Trying to escape!?” Wufeng’s brows knit, his right foot stepping on a zombie’s head.

He launched himself into the air.

In the next instant, like a bolt of lightning, he surged toward Qin Feng.

His right hand flicked—

“Whoosh!!”

A yellow talisman sliced through the air, aimed at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng caught it and stuffed it into his mouth.

“What!?” Wufeng’s pupils contracted sharply.

Daoist Baihe and the others were stunned as well.

“Not afraid of talismans?”

Wufeng took a deep breath and flipped backward in midair, leaping over Qin Feng.

With a peachwood sword in hand, he thrust forward.

Qin Feng’s right hand curled into a claw, grasping the peachwood sword.

Wufeng’s right hand trembled, causing the sword to shift direction and stab toward Qin Feng’s abdomen.

Qin Feng leapt upward and, midair, delivered a whip kick, striking Wufeng’s shoulder.

Wufeng sank downward but bore the kick.

Qin Feng’s pupils narrowed slightly, reacting swiftly.

His legs kicked in rapid succession.

Wufeng hastily raised his sword to block.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!!”

Wufeng was driven back step by step by the powerful kicks.

“Such strength and leg technique, but unfortunately, your opponent is me!”

Wufeng formed a hand seal with one hand.

A hand imprint blasted forth—

“Bang!!”

The imprint collided with Qin Feng’s right foot.

Both retreated several steps.

Unable to maintain their stances, Wufeng threw a yellow talisman and formed hand seals, beginning to cast a spell.

“Hum!!”

The talisman burned, transforming into a fireball.

“Swift!!”

Wufeng’s right hand formed a sword finger, pointing directly at Qin Feng.

The fireball shot toward him.

Qin Feng stepped on the “Step Gang” technique to swiftly dodge.

“Step Gang!?”

“He actually mastered Step Gang!!”

“Isn’t that the Big Dipper Seven Stars Step of Daoism!!”

Daoist Baihe and others gasped in shock.

A zombie mastering Daoist Step Gang, especially the one Baihe had previously demonstrated—how could they not be astonished?

If not for witnessing it firsthand, no one would believe it.

“Daoist Baihe, did you teach this to him before?”

“No, I absolutely did not!” Baihe’s voice was resolute.

“Then how does he know your Big Dipper Seven Stars Step?” another elder Daoist asked gravely.

“How would I know? It’s not like he learned it just because I performed it once,” Baihe shook his head.

This zombie was far more extraordinary than they’d imagined.

“Whoosh, whoosh!!”

The fireball seemed equipped with a tracker.

No matter how Qin Feng dodged, it relentlessly pursued.

“This won’t do, I can’t keep dodging like this, or I’ll be hit eventually.”

Qin Feng’s mind raced quickly, carefully devising a counter.

Finally, he turned his gaze to Daoist Baihe and the others.

The four were heavily injured.

He could only seek a breakthrough through them.

First, he could use them to avoid the fireball.

Second, by killing one and absorbing their blood, he could heal.

Once he absorbed their blood, he would surely break through to the “Hairy Zombie” realm.

Then it wouldn’t be Wufeng against him, but him against Wufeng.

“Danger! Fellow Daoists, you must leave quickly! He intends to attack you!” Wufeng saw through Qin Feng’s scheme at once and warned the four.

At the same time, stepping on Step Gang, Wufeng rapidly cast out a length of ink line.

The ink line had been soaked in black dog’s blood and rooster’s blood, then sun-dried for forty-nine days.

Finally, it had been offered for five years before the statue of the Dao Ancestor of the Three Purities.

Its power to harm and restrain demons and evil spirits was immense.

He intended to use the ink line to push Qin Feng back, preventing him from approaching Daoist Baihe and the others.

But Qin Feng did not retreat.

As long as he could kill one and absorb their blood, his injuries would heal.

If forced back now, approaching them would be impossible.

Immediately, Qin Feng risked injury, revealing sharp nails and slashing directly at the ink line.

“Sizzle, sizzle!!”

When his nails touched the ink line, they rapidly corroded, emitting thick smoke.

Wufeng flicked his right hand.

The ink line instantly coiled around Qin Feng.

Qin Feng hurriedly grabbed the ink line.

“Sizzle, sizzle!!”

The intense corrosiveness of the ink line made his palm feel like it was clutching a red-hot iron.

A sharp pain surged, forcing a roar from him.

“Roar!!”

An earth-shattering corpse howl echoed through the cavern.

Along with the roar, black corpse qi spewed from his mouth.

Gritting his teeth, Qin Feng pulled with all his might.

“Bang…”

The ink line snapped into two.

“Such a fierce hopping zombie, even the ink line was torn apart!”

Wufeng’s eyes darkened with gravity.

Given his strength, dealing with a hopping zombie should be easy.

But facing Qin Feng, it felt exceptionally difficult.

Such strength at the late hopping zombie stage—if he broke through to the Hairy Zombie realm, Wufeng feared he might not be his match.

Judging by the aura emanating from him, he was only a step away from the Hairy Zombie realm.

Charging toward Daoist Baihe and the others, his intentions were not merely to attack.

Surely, he sought to absorb their blood as a stepping stone to breakthrough his strength and then confront Wufeng.

To execute this plan, he was willing to approach Baihe and company even while injured.

This zombie’s intelligence was extraordinarily cunning.

Every step seemed premeditated.

“Go!”

Wufeng controlled the fireball, continuing his assault on Qin Feng.

Daoist Baihe and the others wasted no hesitation, fleeing directly toward the cavern’s exit.

One was slower than the rest.

Qin Feng leapt forcefully behind this elder.

He did not attack immediately but glanced back at the incoming fireball.

When the fireball was less than two centimeters from him, he swiftly dodged left.

The elder sensed a chilling presence behind him.

His aged body trembled fiercely.

He knew the zombie was right behind.

He formed hand seals, delivering a strong hand imprint backward.

Yet what greeted him was a fist-sized fireball.

“No!” Wufeng shouted, his right hand forming a sword finger and hooking back.

The fireball drew a brilliant trail of flames through the air.

Unfortunately, it was too close to halt.

“Bang!!”

A muffled explosion.

The elder was solidly struck by the fireball.

“Whoosh!!”

His body arced high into the air.

“Ho!!”

Qin Feng expelled a breath of corpse qi.

Seizing the moment, he leapt toward the elder.

His sharp nails drove straight into the elder’s back.

Having been struck by the fireball and previously injured, the elder was helpless, flying through the air.

He could only watch death approach with wide eyes.