The spirit corpse commanded the bone dragon to spew poisonous fire, yet it availed nothing; watching Zhou Yi about to break open the formation, its twin soul-fires flickered, aura suddenly shifting.
"Jie jie jie! I am the Golden Corpse. Fellow Daoist, you seem unfamiliar to me?"
"This humble Daoist is Sun Xing, an obscure nobody."
Zhou Yi replied offhandedly, disregarding all attacks from the corpse demon, unwaveringly unleashing magic, blasting open a path.
The Golden Corpse scrutinized the Xuanwu Divine Armor—unlike any treasure he knew, yet his heart eased: "As long as it's not that scoundrel Tang Xuan, a mere tortoise shell, eventually I will break it!"
He waved his hand, summoning myriad demonic curse techniques; these arts strike directly at the soul, perfect for breaching defensive treasures.
Let the glow of evil demon curse technique shimmer as it might, none could penetrate Zhou Yi's body, all blocked by the Xuanwu Divine Armor.
