135: Who told me I've never seen a zombie before?

Julian carefully placed Leon behind a relatively wind-sheltered ice rock.

He knelt on one knee, his eyes a mix of despair and madness, as he suddenly slashed his own wrist.

Eerie red blood, containing powerful vampire Origin power, gushed out—this was the manifestation of his SSS-level Talent [Blood Dao Count], which had directly modified his genetic essence, making him the progenitor of the Blood Dao.

"Father, drink it! This is the only way to save you!"

Julian urgently pressed his bleeding wrist to Leon's lips, his voice hoarse.

Leon struggled to open a slit of his eyes.

Those eyes, once filled with war fanaticism and cold calculation, now held only endless fatigue and a kind of near-absolute clarity.

"Father! Heh..."

It was a pity the third son died young and the second had already fallen in battle. Having never married or fathered children in his life, he felt a flicker of gratification to hear that word "father" at the end.

However, Leon had his pride.

Looking at the eerie blood on Julian's wrist, a flash of undisguised disgust and contempt crossed Leon's eyes. Using his last ounce of strength, he spat out two words, weak yet incredibly clear:

"Filthy..."

He turned his head away with great difficulty and absolute determination, refusing the chance at life that was right before him.

Julian's hand froze in mid-air, as if struck by lightning.

Leon's gaze seemed to pierce through Julian, looking toward the grey sky, or perhaps staring into some kind of void.

His voice was thin as a thread, yet carried a strange calm and the final pride that belonged to Leon:

"I am... Leon... an artist of war!

How could I... fall to being... a blood-sucking monster, just to drag out a miserable existence!"

His voice faded until it completely vanished.

Those eyes slowly closed, with no trace of Life Qi remaining, and his head slumped powerlessly to one side.

"Father..."

Julian stared blankly at the lifeless body in his arms.

"Why? Father is dead, died with a man's dignity... But Father, in your eyes, am I really just a blood-sucking monster?"

His heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles and burned by fire, before instantly plunging into an icy lake.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Abrupt applause suddenly rang out behind Julian.

He turned in terror—just ten meters away, a sneering face came into view!

He hadn't even noticed when the other party had appeared!

Cold sweat instantly covered Julian's forehead.

"What a sentimental scene, I'm almost moved to tears!" Zhang Sheng's sneering voice came through,

"Letting me stand here in the cold wind for a minute... how do you want to die? Oh, wait, Julian, how do you want to die?"

The killing intent in his eyes almost solidified into substance!

In his horror, Julian's entire blood energy erupted instantly!

However, at that very moment—

Water manifested from the surrounding Void Realm, completely enveloping him!

A bone-chilling cold struck instantly, and even his blood seemed as if it would be completely Frozen.

He finally saw the newcomer clearly.

It was Zhang Sheng!

Julian didn't understand why Zhang Sheng had suddenly appeared, but he knew in his heart there was no chance of survival.

Just as he was about to be completely frozen stiff, a look of resolve flashed in his eyes—

He decisively triggered all the Blood Curses! At the same time, he severed his own heart meridians!

Feeling Julian's life force vanish, Zhang Sheng shook his head helplessly and waved his hand to store Leon and Julian's corpses into his storage ring.

"Tsk, if only there were a Spell that could prevent someone from committing suicide..."

The moment Julian triggered the blood curses—

Elsewhere, Lilith led Song Xian and the others to find the house-arrested Irene.

Suddenly, Irene began bleeding from her seven orifices!

No matter how the others applied healing Spells or Talents, it was to no avail.

Perhaps only an Awakened with an SSS-level healing Talent could save her life.

Unfortunately, the only person in the world who possessed that Talent had long since been assassinated by a Puppet controlled by a Spirit-Entrapping Worm.

Not just Irene, but Blood Servants everywhere, at that same moment, bled from their seven orifices and died violent deaths!

With Julian's death, the Blood Servants would naturally perish.

But before he died, he had personally triggered the strongest Blood Curse to ensure no loose ends remained!

In the room next to Irene, a black-gold worm—the Parasitic God Insect Emperor—was twisting and rolling in agony!

The eruption of the Blood Curse caused it unbearable pain!

It tried its best to transfer the power of the Blood Curse to the Spirit-Entrapping Worms attached to it.

In a sense, these Spirit-Entrapping Worms were part of its own body.

Tiny Spirit-Entrapping Worms were frantically spat out from its mouth, only to explode in the air, turning into clouds of blood mist!

The Insect Emperor's aura became as thin as a thread, but the eerie red glow on its carapace caused by the Blood Curse finally began to dissipate.

Before it could enjoy the joy of surviving the disaster—

What greeted it was Song Xian's bone-chillingly cold gaze!

"Damn it!" Song Xian felt a surge of frustration in his heart.

Although Leon's nest had been taken down, Leon and Julian had managed to escape.

Now, the precious Diviner Irene had died right before his eyes, and he was powerless to help!

The only "spoils of war" was this damned worm in front of him!

This operation was undoubtedly a failure!

His mood was extremely gloomy, and he raised his foot to kick the Parasitic God Insect Emperor hard!

Thump! Thump!

The Insect Emperor was kicked until it spat out blood foam, slumped on the ground, motionless.

Just then, Song Xian received a message from Zhang Sheng:

"Song Xian, I picked up two pieces of 'trash' on the way." The attached photo was clearly the corpses of Leon and Julian.

In truth, Zhang Sheng hadn't intended to join the fray.

But on second thought:

"I haven't seen a zombie that can use Spells in this lifetime... if Song Xian and the others finished them all off, wouldn't I miss out on seeing even one 'living' specimen? These are rare things..."

And so, he had followed along.

With his permanent state of Breath Concealment Art and Concealment God Technique, other Cultivators had no way of detecting him.

After experiencing the Fourth Cycle of Life and Death,

Zhang Sheng's Divine Sense coverage had reached a terrifying sixty kilometers, and its ground penetration depth reached an astonishing ten thousand meters.

The poor duo of Leon never once escaped the range of his Divine Sense from start to finish.

In Zhang Sheng's view, although these two had Heaven-Defying Talents, their combat abilities were actually quite average.

Back in Huaxia.

This operation could be considered ninety-five percent successful.

Although the Huaxia Cultivators suffered injuries, under Song Xian's leadership, no one died.

Leon, who controlled corpses, and Julian, who created Blood Servants, had both been executed.

Even the Parasitic God Insect Emperor had been captured.

The only regret was the death of the Diviner Irene; her precious divination abilities could no longer be utilized.

First Cultivation University, Special Containment Room.

Zhang Sheng's cold gaze landed on the Parasitic God Insect Emperor like a physical weight.

"Little worm, we meet again. But this time, it's your true body, isn't it?" His voice carried a bone-chilling coldness.

Great Ink Worm never imagined it would fall to such a state.

There is no grief greater than the death of the heart!