Chapter Twenty-Five: Succumbing to Darkness [Please Recommend and Add to Favorites]

After absorbing Mu Qing’s cultivation and blood, Ye Wuyá’s body underwent an extraordinary transformation. His ten fingers grew long, razor-sharp nails that gleamed with a sinister, cold light, as if unsheathing blades. At some unknown moment, his white hair had turned a vivid crimson.
A formidable, overwhelming aura burst forth from him.
Corpse Transformation!
Ye Wuyá’s eyes, once scarlet, had turned pitch black. Twin black flames of netherfire rose within his sockets, flickering ominously. His smile, directed at the Lord of Lingfeng City, was both wicked and enchanting.
The black eyes signified Ye Wuyá’s complete loss of reason—a rare, awakened talent among the corpse clan. His combat power was doubled, defenses likewise, every aspect of his ability surged a hundredfold.
A truly terrifying innate power.
Lingfeng gazed at Ye Wuyá and said coolly, “If that’s the case, I’ll kill you and avenge Mu Qing. Consider it repaying her great kindness.”
Though Lingfeng’s words were not loud, everyone present had their attention fixed on the confrontation, and heard him clearly.
“Lord Lingfeng, stop!” Ye Yunlong rushed forward, intent on intervening.
With a bang, a figure blocked Ye Yunlong’s path—it was none other than Lu Wushuang.
“Heh, Ye Yunlong, I’m your opponent! Once Lord Lingfeng takes care of that brat, your Ye family’s fortunes are finished! You thought your secret weapon would turn the tide, but so did we! Pity old Mu was taken out by that kid,” Lu Wushuang sneered viciously.
With that, he struck fiercely, engaging Ye Yunlong in fierce combat.
“Husband!” Seeing this, Ruyue and Ruxue were thrown into a panic, but they too were entangled by their own adversaries, unable to break free.
The two women’s attacks grew ever more ferocious, fighting with reckless abandon, exchanging injury for injury, life for life.
Where once they had restrained their opponents, now it was the reverse—the enemy was tying them down.
Ye Wuyá, left with nothing but primal bloodlust, charged at Lingfeng the moment he approached, launching a savage claw.
Lingfeng struck with all his might, aiming to end Ye Wuyá in a single blow.
A thunderous explosion erupted, powerful waves of energy radiating out and cracking the ground beneath their feet.

“What? Ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm! How can that be?” Lord Lingfeng roared, stunned. Not only was Ye Wuyá also at the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, but at the instant their fists met, an overwhelming suction had drawn