Mystic Serpent Armor Enchanted Gear

The Blade-Axe Corpse General realized it had chased the wrong target and wheeled around, the woman's mouth yawning open as it let out a shrieking roar at Mo Fan.

A foul wind swept across with the rain, lashing at Mo Fan's cheeks. With the Blood Beast Boots on his feet, the distance between them was more than enough to evade another charge from the Blade-Axe Corpse General.

The Blade-Axe Corpse General charged through the muddy water, its blades carving the air in mindless, frantic arcs — so reckless that a nearby Rotting Corpse was hacked to pieces in the chaos.

"Giant Shadow Nail!"

Just as the Blade-Axe Corpse General was about to surge forward again, the Woman in Black Stockings, Meng'e, finally completed her mid-tier Shadow Element spell.

A mass of dark energy suffused with an icy chill surged from her body. The depth of that blackness far outstripped the shadow power Mo Fan could wield — clearly, Meng'e possessed a Spirit Seed of considerably higher caliber.

Three Giant Shadow Nails materialized and vanished in an instant into the downpour.

Rather than holding them in ambush, Meng'e knew the situation was desperate. She immediately unleashed all three as Shadow Nail Pear Thorn strikes, driving them straight at the Blade-Axe Corpse General.

Mo Fan's basic Lightning Element spells had failed to paralyze the brute, but the Shadow Nails carried an intensely potent binding effect.

The first nail pinned the Corpse General in place — its body locked as though a spear had been driven through its waist into the earth. No amount of thrashing could tear it free.

When the second nail struck, even its roars died in its throat. The flailing arms froze mid-swing. All it could do was glare at Meng'e with those blood-red eyes, trapped in cold, impotent fury.

The third nail landed, and the Blade-Axe Corpse General shuddered violently — as though struck by some tremendous mental blow — convulsing in agony from head to toe.

The Giant Shadow Nail had done an excellent job of restraining the savage creature, buying Mo Fan the breathing room he needed. He immediately began tracing the Lightning Element Star Chart.

"Thunderbolt: Frenzied Dance!"

Lightning crackled wildly around Mo Fan's body. The moment his finger pointed at the Blade-Axe Corpse General, a cascade of deep violet-black bolts rained down with terrifying force.

The bolts detonated across the creature's thick, armor-like flesh, blasting chunks of it into the air like chaff — leaving a gaping, blackened crater blown clean through its torso.

More bolts followed, tearing the body apart further, blood pouring from the wounds in thick, relentless streams.

Any ordinary creature riddled with charred, gaping holes like this would be more dead than alive. But for the Undead, such damage barely registered.

Skin and flesh could always be replenished by consuming other things. As long as no critical joints were destroyed, they would keep fighting at full force.

**"GRAAAAAAHHH!!!"**

The Blade-Axe Corpse General wrenched its gore-slicked body with savage force — and beneath that raw power, even the Giant Shadow Nails began to give way.

The binding force of the Giant Shadow Nail had its limits. Once a creature's breakout strength crossed a certain threshold, the nails could be shattered through sheer violence alone.

Now free, the Blade-Axe Corpse General — a creature that had long swept all before it — had clearly not suffered this kind of humiliation in a very long time. From the woman's head, a long, blood-red tongue suddenly shot out.

The tongue coiled and whipped toward Mo Fan at blinding speed — so fast that even with the Blood Beast Boots, he couldn't dodge that treacherous, lashing appendage.

It snared his left foot and yanked him clean off the ground, hauling him upside-down into the air.

Mo Fan tumbled helplessly, off-balance — but he could feel himself being dragged inexorably toward the Blade-Axe Corpse General.

*If I get pulled any closer, it's either getting hacked to a pulp or bitten to death by that woman's head.*

That head might have once been an ordinary woman's, but the mouth now consumed nearly half the entire face, the jaw seemingly cracked open all the way to the back of the skull.

Meng'e watched Mo Fan get snatched away and froze for a moment, unsure how to help — then she heard him yell from midair: "Use a different spell!"

Without overthinking it, she began tracing another Star Chart.

Back on Mo Fan's end, as he was being dragged before the Blade-Axe Corpse General, his Mental Intent stirred — and a cyan-black radiance bloomed around his body.

The light didn't radiate outward in a halo. Instead it wound around his joints like soft silk ribbons, serpentine and clinging. At first only a strand or two of that cyan-black glow curled around him, the Possession taking hold — but within moments the radiance had enveloped every inch of his body.

**Clang!!**

**Clang!!!!**

The Blade-Axe Corpse General raised its two long blades and brought them crashing down onto Mo Fan's chest — a blow that would have torn any ordinary human apart under that monstrous force...

But the sound the blades made against Mo Fan was not the wet crack of splitting flesh. It was the harsh screech of metal grinding on metal.

Mo Fan was knocked flat at the creature's feet. Enraged to find him still alive, the Blade-Axe Corpse General raised one hammer-like foot and drove it straight down toward his abdomen.

Mo Fan's head was spinning, but in that razor-thin instant he managed to trace the Shadow Element Star Chart. Just as the foot came crashing down, he sank into the shadows and slipped to the creature's side in an instant.

The stomp found nothing but mud. Unable to tell which shadow was the real Mo Fan, the Blade-Axe Corpse General put all four arms to work — two blades hacking at the shadow on the left, two hacking at the shadow on the right.

Mo Fan had barely pulled himself free of the shadows when the weapons found him — blunted by the armor, but no less brutal for it.

Still off his footing, he was launched skyward by the impact, carving a high arc through the rain before slamming into the earth and gouging a long furrow through the mud.

"Son of a bitch!"

Mo Fan dragged himself upright through the pain, tasting copper as blood welled up in his throat.

He looked down. Long, deep dents scored the surface of the Mystic Serpent Armor Enchanted Gear. The armor's flexible material had stopped the blades from cutting through, but the sheer force had driven into his gut — he felt as if every organ had been knocked out of place.

Meng'e glanced at Mo Fan, a flicker of surprise passing through her eyes.

Clearly, the cyan-black serpentine scale Armor Enchanted Gear he wore was of exceptional quality — to survive a direct assault from a Blade-Axe Corpse General without breaking was no small feat.

"Dimensional Summoning!"

A pale, moonlit rift in space tore open before Meng'e.