"Am I seeing things?"

"The drought demon's claws are so sharp that they couldn't even break Brother Zhang Hao's skin!"

"I even suspect that the monster in front of me is a drought demon, how come its attack power is so weak!"

The next second, Zhang Qilin flashed forward and slashed the drought demon's arm with his sword.

"boom!"

Another metallic clanging sound rang out.

The immense vibration from the black gold ancient sword nearly caused Zhang Qilin to lose his grip on the hilt and drop the sword.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the drought demon turned and attacked Zhang Qilin.

It leaped up and hovered in mid-air before swooping down towards Zhang Qilin.

Zhang Qilin raised his sword to defend, but the drought demon's claws grabbed the black gold ancient sword.

Sparks flew everywhere from the blade, and afterwards everyone discovered that the drought demon's claws had left several deep scratches on the black gold ancient sword, which could cut through iron like mud.

Only then did everyone realize that it wasn't that the drought demon was weak, but that Zhang Hao was simply too strong; his body was even harder than the Black Gold Ancient Blade.

"My god, is Zhang Hao even human?!"

"Fatty, what are you saying? What is my uncle if he's not human?!"

"Is there anyone as strong as your uncle? He can directly block the drought demon's attack with his body without even a scratch."

……

While the drought demon attacked Zhang Qilin, Zhang Hao kept thinking about how to kill it.

Even with a strength 400 times his own body weight and a punching speed of 250 times per second, he still couldn't harm the drought demon.

It's incredibly powerful.

"Ok?"

Zhang Hao suddenly realized that he seemed to be in a dead end, always thinking about destroying the drought demon's body in order to kill it.

Actually, we can look at it another way: the reason why the drought demon is so strong is entirely due to the corpse energy within its body.

If the corpse energy within its body can be expelled, it will naturally die.

"Brother, I'll restrain the drought demon in a moment. You need to find a way to expel the corpse energy from its body!"

Zhang Qilin was taken aback upon hearing this, not understanding what Zhang Hao was thinking.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized and understood Zhang Hao's thoughts.

Seeing that Zhang Qilin understood his meaning, Zhang Hao rushed forward, grabbed the drought demon from behind, and bound it, rendering it unable to move.

Once bound, the drought demon struggled desperately, trying to break free.

Zhang Hao immediately increased the pressure on his hand to immobilize it, but the drought demon's strength was immense, and Zhang Hao knew he couldn't hold out for long.

"Hey bro, quick!"

Zhang Qilin nodded, took out a high-powered flashlight from his backpack, chopped off both ends of the flashlight with his black gold ancient sword, threw out the battery, and was left with a hollow cylinder about a foot long.

He gripped the cylinder and thrust it into the drought demon's mouth. Then, he used his "Mountain-Slaying Finger" to attack the drought demon's throat, allowing the hollow cylinder to slide down its throat.

"Zi la..."

When the cylinder could no longer slide and reached the cardia, the drought demon opened its mouth and a burst of corpse energy gushed out.

The almost tangible green stench of death, carrying a strong, pungent odor, instantly filled the entire tomb chamber.

As the corpse energy was expelled from the drought demon's body, Zhang Hao could clearly feel its struggling strength getting weaker and weaker.

Seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the method was effective. As long as he waited a little longer to completely expel the corpse energy from its body, the drought demon would die.

"Cough, cough..."

As time went on, more and more corpse gas was released, and the corpse gas in the tomb became more and more concentrated.

Zhang Qilin was already struggling to cope and began coughing violently.

"Hey buddy, go wait in the passage first, I'll come and meet you in a bit."

Zhang Qilin also understood that the drought demon's corpse energy was extraordinary, and even with Qilin blood protecting him, he couldn't withstand it for long.

Zhang Hao, on the other hand, was completely unharmed. He knew that staying behind would only be a hindrance, so he nodded, turned around, and rushed towards the coffin.

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