Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1139 - 207_2

The previous foolish "pursuit" was because the figure in the black robe had insufficient control over his doppelganger?

Reflecting on the faceless man at the top of the tower, Li Zhiyuan realized:

The opponent's method of creating a doppelganger seems mysterious, but in reality, the side effects are quite evident. If the doppelganger has its own will and is not entirely under your control, then what point is there in having a doppelganger?

Hmm, this skill is not worthwhile to learn.

...

Zhao Yi had already activated the Defensive Array, allowing the rest to finally take a break.

In the distance, the commotion of the fight between the big guy and the scholar was enormous, and previously, when those two handled the corpses, it was as simple as sweeping away fallen leaves. On one hand, it was because of their immense strength, and on the other, because the target of the undead horde wasn't them.

If the horde truly targeted them, a swarm of ants could still kill an elephant.

And truly bearing the pressure from the undead horde, the ones who couldn't kill endlessly, were this group of people.

Zhao Yi's gaze fell on Run Sheng, revealing unabashed greed.

From the very beginning, when he faced Xu Zhenrong, Run Sheng always stood at the forefront, bearing the greatest pressure, and during the subsequent counterattack, he clashed twice with the masked man, who had all gates wide open, sustaining injuries each time. Yet, whenever it seemed he was exhausted, he could always gasp heavily and raise the shovel again.

This was the cornerstone of the team. As long as he was part of the team, the other roles could fit well.

At this moment, Zhao Yi noticed a gaze from the scholar, briefly resting on him.

He understood it was a reminder, or even a warning, from the man surnamed Li.

Zhao Yi swiftly looked towards Yu Miaomiao in the distance.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

The tower began to shake.

Zhao Yi promptly eyed Li Zhiyuan, standing on the doorstep, noting how Li Zhiyuan grabbed the door frame before crossing the threshold with Walking Yin, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Rules were being further broken, constraints here were further diminishing.

Outside the Defensive Array, the corpses emitted increasingly intense grievances, their powers growing stronger as well.

"Crack... Crack... Crack..."

The cracks on the array flag became increasingly dense, unable to sustain much longer; the situation was becoming increasingly critical.

Lin Shuyou moistened his dry lips — he himself was fine, but he could feel the child was nearing their limit.

If another Divination were conducted, the child would likely descend again, while he, Lin Shuyou, might become the first Divination Child in history to exhaust the Lord of Yin.

Yin Meng was still diligently cooking, the pot filled with severed limbs and dark, blackened heart, liver, and lungs.

The supplied food was completely used up, so materials had to be sourced locally.

However, though it was boiling with a "gurgle gurgle," and the appearance was poor, made with even more terrifying, filthy ingredients, it felt remarkably different from when normal food was cooked.

Tan Wenbin shivered as he approached and asked: "Why does it feel not toxic enough?"

Yin Meng shook her head: "I don't know."

Zhao Yi asked: "Was she always like this when cooking?"

Tan Wenbin recalled their first encounter in Fengdu and responded, "Initially, when cooking slightly complex dishes, it merely caused food poisoning, but as time went on, it gradually became absurd."

Zhao Yi nodded, it should be after encountering that man surnamed Li that Yin Meng's bloodline from the Yin family was stimulated and awakened.

Earlier, he had watched the entire cooking process through the Life and Death Door; the ingredients were fine, the seasonings were fine, the issue should likely be with her.

Being the only surviving descendent of Emperor Fengdu in the present age, manifesting some traits was also quite normal.

For instance, eating the food she personally cooked would send you down to meet King Yan, or if King of Hell personally cooked for you, would you dare eat?

As for why her traits manifested so uniquely... perhaps it was because her innate talent was truly too poor.

If she had initially shown exceptional, or even normal, talent, the awakening effects wouldn't have fallen on this matter.

However, if it weren't for this, she probably wouldn't have encountered that man surnamed Li, nor would she follow the man surnamed Li on Walking Jiang.

Moreover, that man surnamed Li was generous enough to invite another child from Old Mrs. Liu's family to teach her toxic skills, using her inexplicable bloodline talent accordingly.

Zhao Yi was well acquainted with Aunt Liu, because at the time of his first wave, he was close to burning incense praying that the person sent by Old Mrs. Liu to speak out would be Uncle Qin and not Aunt Liu.

Uncle Qin failed in Walking Jiang, but at least he used to be someone on the surface; surviving with three wounds and six holes before him was possible. But if that woman came, no matter how he performed with magnanimous, heroic songs, she would take his life.

"Give it a shot," Zhao Yi commented, "The spirits' stove is nearly used up."

"Alright." Yin Meng nodded, using the Demon Exorcism Whip to raise the pot and fling it into the distant sky, then overpowered it.

Food scattered and floated out, yet this time, though some cries and screams could be heard, it was far less effective than last time.

"It's no longer good." Yin Meng picked up the Demon Exorcism Whip; now she would have to join frontline combat.

Zhao Yi chuckled twice and said, "Grateful that when I first met you, the man surnamed Li didn't have you serve me with your cooking."

Tan Wenbin asked, "How much longer can the array hold?"

Zhao Yi: "Shorter than the estimated time, by half."

Then, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and turned his gaze back towards Yu Miaomiao.

After the rules were further weakened, those corpses not only grew stronger but also gained some intelligence. Though assaulting the high tower remained their primary goal, they would no longer ignore "outsiders" as they had before.