Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

"You seem very confident?" Lin Hao raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth. Instead of retreating at all, his eyes became brighter.

"Come on, son, let me see how strong this so-called corpse god of yours is!"

"Go! Corpse God, devour this arrogant boy for me!" Hanba Sima Yan sneered, and at the same time, he swung his arm suddenly, pointing at Lin Hao.

The huge corpse monster suddenly let out a deafening roar, opened its huge mouth that could swallow everything, and pounced towards Lin Hao with endless darkness and power of death.

"Break!" Lin Hao shouted softly, without moving his body. However, a dazzling golden light suddenly emerged from his body. The golden light was pure and sacred, forming a sharp contrast with the corpse gas that permeated the surroundings. It was like a ray of dawn in the darkness, inviolable.

Amidst the golden light, Lin Hao slowly raised his hands, palms facing each other, closed his eyes, and concentrated, as if mobilizing some more powerful force within him. With each deeper breath, the golden light grew brighter, until the entire ruins were stained with a faint golden glow.

"All things become one, and all illusions are broken!" Lin Hao suddenly opened his eyes, with golden light flashing in his pupils. He pushed with both hands, and the golden light instantly turned into a golden torrent, rushing towards the huge corpse monster with unstoppable momentum.

The two forces collided violently in the air, the golden torrent and the black corpse gas intertwined together, erupting with a deafening roar and dazzling light, illuminating the entire ruins space like daylight.

In this contest of strength and will, the golden torrent gradually gained the upper hand. It eroded the black corpse energy at a speed almost visible to the naked eye, devouring it bit by bit.

Seeing this, Hanba Sima Yan's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected his most powerful secret technique to be so vulnerable. He desperately tried to control the corpse monster to fight back, but found that his power seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and he couldn't exert his full power at all.

"This...how is this possible!" The voice of Hanba Sima Yan was full of despair and unwillingness. He watched helplessly as his corpse god monster gradually dissipated under the impact of the golden torrent and eventually turned into nothingness.

"How is it possible that my Corpse God was defeated...!"

He shook his head like a rattle, obviously unable to accept the fact before him.

"Just use whatever moves you have." Lin Hao stood there calmly, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if the earth-shaking battle just now was nothing but a breeze to him.

"you……"

Sima Yan, the drought demon, clenched his fists, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, but he also knew that there was no turning back today. He took a deep breath, as if making a final struggle and decision.

"Unkind, do you have any warrior's 'essence and blood'? Bring it to me quickly!"

"Master, there is one last bottle!" Upon hearing this, Wen Bu Ren immediately took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Hanba Sima Yan with trembling hands.

"Hmph, boy, you forced me to do this!" Hanba Sima Yan took the porcelain bottle, sneered, unscrewed the bottle, and drank the scarlet liquid inside.

Suddenly, a violent force burst out from his body, his body swelled up, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged, as if countless small snakes were crawling under his skin, releasing a heart-pounding breath.

"Using my body as a medium, I summon the soul of the Qilin and borrow its supreme power to destroy the enemy in front of me!" The voice of Hanba Sima Yan became low and hoarse, and every word seemed to come from the underworld, carrying endless resentment and madness.

"What?! 犼!"

Except for Lin Han and Lin Hao, everyone else's face changed drastically after hearing this word, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The Qilin is the ancestor of all zombies. According to legend, it is a terrifying existence that can devour everything, even the sun, moon and stars. Its power is so strong that it is enough to subvert the heaven and earth. It is the supreme existence feared by all living beings in the world.

"The Hou is a ferocious beast from ancient mythology, its power almost rivaling that of a god." Lin Han explained with a solemn expression, "Not only is it the ancestor of zombies, it's also an extremely rare creature in the world. Even a powerful being like Hanba would have to pay a huge price to summon its soul. It seems Sima Yan is going all in on this."

As Hanba Sima Yan finished his incantation, the entire ruins began to vibrate violently, as if even space itself was resisting the terrifying force that was about to descend. A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air, and even time seemed to slow down at this moment.

"Roar--!"

An earth-shaking roar came from the body of Hanba Sima Yan, and then an illusory and huge figure slowly condensed and took shape behind him.

The figure was surrounded by a chaotic aura, and his eyes were like torches, revealing endless ferocity and majesty. It was the shadow of the soul of the Qilin.

"Hahaha...boy, you should be proud of yourself for being able to force me to such an extent! But today is the day of your death!" The laughter of Hanba Sima Yan echoed in the ruins, full of madness and pride.

"Sima Yan, watch out!"

At this moment, Zhang Daoxuan suddenly leaped into the air, the peach wood sword in his hand transformed into a stream of light, wrapped in the force of thunder, and pierced the heart of the drought demon Sima Yan. He knew that the drought demon was at the end of its strength and had to take advantage of the time when its summoned soul had not yet fully stabilized to deliver a fatal blow.

However, Hanba Sima Yan seemed to have anticipated this. He snorted coldly and easily dodged Zhang Daoxuan's attack by turning his body to the side. The shadow of the Qilin Soul behind him roared even more violently. An invisible force emanated from the shadow, instantly knocking Zhang Daoxuan back several meters. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Daoxuan!" Seeing this, Lin Han flashed to Zhang Daoxuan's side and held him steadily.

"I'm fine! Hurry! Hurry up and destroy him. His real purpose is to evolve into a Qiong!... We must not let him succeed. Once he evolves into a Qiong, the whole world will fall into endless darkness and disaster!" Zhang Daoxuan endured the injuries, his voice filled with unquestionable determination.

"Hahahahaha... isn't it a little late that you realize it now? In five minutes, I will be able to evolve perfectly into a Qilin! By then, all of you present here will become my meal without a single one left! Especially you kid! I will chew up your flesh and blood bit by bit to vent the hatred in my heart!" Hanba Sima Yan laughed wildly, his words were full of madness and hatred, as if the whole world was under his control.

However, Lin Hao's eyes were still as calm as water, without any panic or fear.

"Five minutes is too long. One minute is enough to destroy you, a piece of shit!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Hao's figure once again transformed into a shadow, so fast that even Lin Han, the most advanced cultivator present, could barely catch his trace. He didn't rush directly towards Sima Yan, the drought demon, but circled around to his flank, where the shadow of the Qilin Soul was at its weakest point.