I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 726 - 429 Golden Armor Spirit Corpse_2

The half-dragon's inherently powerful constitution made the spread of zombie poison slow, they did not die, but they also had no spiritual qi or inner qi, making it even more difficult to expel the poison.

This led to the audience below seeing the half-dragon's pitch-black wounds and shouting in a frenzy.

Some even shouted that it was zombie poison, zombie poison indeed.

"Is the zombie's poison really that fierce?"

"This is the Golden Armor Corpse, love it, love it, impenetrable by swords and spears, impenetrable indeed."

In disbelief that so many half-dragons couldn't stop it, after taking so many hits, it remained unscathed?

If not seen with one's own eyes, one wouldn't believe it.

Amidst the roars.

Male Tyrant sensed intense unease.

At this moment, he looked over.

The Dragon-man had already come to close quarters with the Golden Armor Corpse.

This Golden Armor Corpse had no martial ethics.

It actually stood firm, enduring the Emperor-level Dragon-man's attacks, not caring and just went forward to hug the Dragon-man.

Had it not caught the Emperor-level Dragon-man off guard, could it have expected such an attack from its opponent?

Also due to being surrounded by fellow half-dragons, it might not have been grappled by the Golden Armor Corpse.

After all, the Emperor-level Dragon-man's speed was significantly more agile and quicker than the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse.

For this, the Golden Armor Corpse took two claws from the Emperor-level Dragon-man.

Even at the cost of corpse qi, it still left two claw marks.

There was a sound of metal scraping when grappled.

This dragon claw was extremely sharp, no less than a top-grade magical flying sword, and the power was driven with all strength by a Nascent Soul Level cultivator, already breaking the upper limit allowed in this world.

For the Golden Armor Corpse, its defense was strong, not easily injured, but recovering from injuries was not easy either.

However, now, after Small Knife hugged the Dragon-man.

Corpse qi oozed out everywhere as if it cost nothing, boring into the Emperor-level Dragon-man's body.

The strands of corpse qi couldn't penetrate even the dragon scales but could seep through the gaps between the scales.

Especially the seven apertures, enveloped by billowing corpse qi, pushed with all its might inward.

The Emperor-level Dragon-man instinctively sensed a fatal crisis, struggled desperately.

The strength of the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse was terrifyingly huge, capable of resisting magical treasures, though this Emperor-level Dragon-man was a realm lower, it didn't fall behind in the slightest.

The two hugged each other, struggling and twisting, with a sense of evenly matched balance.

No matter how, the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse would rather die than let go.

Billowing black-gray corpse qi surged out, enveloping the two, their figures appearing and disappearing indistinctly.

The other surrounding half-dragons also launched full attacks, but in this state, they seemed hesitant, with limited effectiveness.

Even causing them to become infected with the corpse poison.

Seeing this, Male Tyrant panicked. Winning or losing didn't matter; what mattered was that nothing could happen to this Emperor-level Dragon-man.

He shouted loudly, urging other half-dragons to attack with all their might, trying to force the Emperor-level Dragon-man to retreat.

But now, want to withdraw?

Don't kid yourself, even escaping from the fervent embrace of the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse was impossible.

The struggle of the two appeared evenly matched.

In reality, the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse had lost.

After all, the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse was a rank higher than the Emperor-level Dragon-man.

However, vast amounts of corpse qi bored into the Emperor-level Half-Dragon, swiftly eroding its vitality.

The Emperor-level Half-Dragon sensed a fatal crisis, yet couldn't break free.

And for controlling the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse, Small Knife consumed a large amount of Yin qi; the Yin spirit had dropped directly from Fifth Realm Level 500 to Fourth Realm.

Thinking they had expended too much Yin qi, letting the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse absorb, converting it into corpse qi, containing corpse poison.

For corpses, it was a tonic, helpful for mutation evolution, but for the living, it was a deadly toxin.

The Golden Armor Spirit Corpse converted Yin qi into corpse qi at full speed, at any cost, spurted out, boring into the Emperor-level Half-Dragon's body.

In a short moment, Small Knife's Yin body fell again to the Third Realm.

It could be said, two-thirds of the Yin energy of the whole body had already been consumed.

But the effect was also obvious.

The vigorous life force of the Emperor-level Dragon-man was finally eroded and assimilated by the corpse, and the struggle intensity desperately weakened.

Makes what was initially evenly matched or even slightly advantageous, now obviously at a disadvantage, seemingly exhausted, finally letting out a howl and stopped struggling.

But the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse, though severely wounded due to the frantic attacks from surrounding half-dragons, it's ultimately a lifeless entity, with no reduction in combat power from start to now.

The arena had its rules.

Now with the Emperor-level Dragon-man's death, it was taken away by Small Knife.

Rules are rules; Small Knife didn't use any power beyond the rules, what he accomplished, other players could also achieve.

Surrounded by the billowing corpse qi, the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse smashed its way through the blockades of the half-dragons, charging straight at Male Tyrant.

"My Emperor-level Dragon-man," Male Tyrant roared in terror and anger.

The entire person was dumbfounded.

He knew the critical importance of this Emperor-level Dragon-man to his brother-in-law.

His mind was blank, overwhelmed by shock and fury, shouting, "Impossible!"

By the time he reacted, Small Knife had already forcefully fought his way to the front of him.

If not for the magical treasure on him emitting a protective blue light, it would have been a direct deadly strike.

The zombie's sharp claws waved, the fingernails comparable to top-grade magical artifacts, also carrying potent, deadly billowing corpse poison.

Under such an attack.

The protective blue light dimmed rapidly, then shattered.

It even blasted the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse back a step.

If it were any normal Golden Core, even if not dead, at least heavily injured.

But for the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse, it was merely a step back, followed by pressing forward again.

However, at this time, another protective light appeared from Male Tyrant's body.

But the gemstone on the necklace around his neck shattered.

The other half-dragons, regardless of the severity of corpse poison, rushed up to attack, attacking frantically.

Indeed, they could inflict some minor external injuries on the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse, showing how exceptionally sharp the half-dragon's claws were, but it was limited to that.

Resisting their encircling attacks, the Golden Armor Spirit Corpse had only one target.

Under continuous bombardment, the glow on Male Tyrant dissipated one by one.

Finally, after a green light was dispersed with one blow, no new one appeared.

Then, with a single claw from Small Knife, a clear hole appeared.

When the hand withdrew, it held a Nascent Soul not even the size of a fist, a pure energy form.

Being contaminated by corpse qi.

Then, without mercy, it was crushed lightly.

With a pop, the transparent Nascent Soul shattered, turning into energy to replenish the Little World, returning to the Little World.

From start to finish, Male Tyrant did not react, was already dead.

The referee shouted a few words, those Dragon-man Daoist Soldiers regained some clarity from the chaos of their master's death.

"Oh, are these all my spoils of war?"

The prompt chimed, and Small Knife realized the benefits here.

Upon checking, there was no restriction on using Daoist Soldiers on stage.

Generally, there would be such restrictions in arenas.

The result of no restrictions was that the victor would claim all spoils on the stage, including Daoist Soldiers.

"Amazing, absolutely amazing, the Yin Body doesn't live up to the Yin Spirit's name, and this zombie is incredible," Fang Xi shouted excitedly, looking crazed.

Many players' eyes lit up too.

Someone shouted, "Master Blade's move is indeed extraordinary, love it, love it, now saving up, can't miss even one Yin Spirit zombie, they're a perfect match," shouting in frenzied voices.

"The Yin Spirit zombie is impressive, but the controller is amazing too." Whether there were maniacs, there were also calm players sighing.

But they were certainly a minority.

Small Knife swept them with a glance, thinking it wasn't right, it's better to spend sensibly.

Then collected the spoils, and a plume of black qi rose from the head of the slightly wounded Golden Spirit Corpse.

Then, put away the Golden Spirit Corpse.

Then, black mist surged from the back, forming a pair of wings, flapping them, flew into the sky, heading afar.

Not caring at all about those gathering to win him over.

"In the end, fame and merit are hidden, indeed there are hidden masters." The video spread rapidly online.

Many players sighed that such a strong player who hides their name and is non-commercial really exists.

Many experts and teams were researching.

They saw, Small Knife deliberately revealed his Yin Body in the end, spread his wings and flew away.