100: Chapter 100 Undead Race VS Demon Exorcism Path, Soul Refining Cultivation

"Screech—"

With a piercing screech of brakes, the car came to a halt.

Xu Niansheng's body swayed, nearly hitting the front seat; the two beauties beside him also tumbled to the side.

Xu Niansheng wiped his mouth, kicked the front seat, and snapped, "Damn it, how are you driving?!"

But there was no response from the front seat.

Xu Niansheng frowned, leaned forward, and looked; there was no longer anyone in the driver's seat.

Seeing this, Xu Niansheng's mind went blank. He instantly recalled what Xu Tianci had just told him and realized he was being kidnapped.

Without hesitation, Xu Niansheng pushed aside the maidservant, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

Outside the car was the street scene of Zhatie City.

But strangely, the once bustling street was now empty; there were no vehicles or pedestrians on the road, and no aircraft in the sky.

The sky was gray, as if covered by a thick curtain. A continuous misty rain enveloped this empty city, making the entire environment feel exceptionally eerie.

Everything here exuded a strange and quiet atmosphere, causing an inexplicable fear to rise from the bottom of one's heart.

"Dammit, what on earth is going on?!"

Xu Niansheng kicked the car in anger.

In the next second, the black car, like ink stained by water, quickly blurred and then strangely vanished before him.

The two maidservants slumped on the ground, looking at Xu Niansheng with eyes full of terror.

Before Xu Niansheng could speak, the two maidservants turned black and collapsed into ink on the spot.

Xu Niansheng swallowed hard. He pulled a White Bone Scepter from his spatial pocket and slammed it into the ground; his shadow expanded.

Eight Skeleton Generals, clad in heavy armor, holding massive bone blades, and with flickering pale green soul fires in their eyes, emerged from his shadow.

These Skeleton Generals were all at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment. (This refers to their life stage being at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, not their actual combat power.)

With the protection of his subordinates, the fear in Xu Niansheng's heart eased slightly.

Xu Niansheng spread his arms, and a set of Necromancer robes draped over him, while green ghost fires appeared around him.

The appearance of the Necromancer made the entire empty city, covered in misty rain, even more eerie.

Xu Niansheng heightened his senses to the maximum. Soon, through the mist, he saw a figure bent over a desk not far away.

Xu Niansheng had just tested it; the number of subordinates he could summon was limited to under 100, which proved he was still in Zhatie City.

"No matter who you are, offending me is your biggest mistake."

Xu Niansheng, a Second-Order Undead Wizard God, could recruit Soul Banshees and Skeleton Armies with the Undead attribute. Coupled with the Second-Order Deity [black demon soul scepter] in his hand, he could infinitely resurrect his Undead subordinates.

Whether against a single opponent or a group, he was confident in his ability to fight.

Xu Niansheng led the eight Skeleton Generals to the figure writing at the desk.

Upon getting closer, Xu Niansheng realized the figure wasn't writing but painting; he was using black ink and a brush to paint scenes of Zhatie City.

Realizing a guest had arrived, Hua Yunyan looked up and gave Xu Niansheng a friendly smile.

"Who are you? What is your purpose for bringing me here?"

Xu Niansheng asked, pointing his scepter as a pale green magic orb appeared on its tip.

Hua Yunyan shook her head and said seriously, "Hello. It’s not convenient to reveal who I am, but my Master said we should treat you well."

"Treat me well?"

Xu Niansheng was stunned for a second, then sneered. A green ghost fire shot out, striking Hua Yunyan.

Unsurprisingly, Hua Yunyan turned into a large glob of ink and exploded.

Xu Niansheng said disdainfully, "Seeking death! You dare oppose me with just this?!"

The ink rapidly reorganized, and the painter's figure appeared before Xu Niansheng once again.

Hua Yunyan slowly lifted her brush and splashed it casually. A few drops of thick ink splattered on the ground, the stains expanding rapidly; in an instant, the entire world turned into a world of ink-wash painting.

Hua Yunyan spread her hands and said with a smile, "Welcome to my World Within a Painting!"

[White Jade Capital—Hua Yunyan (Ink-Stained Mortal Realm)]

[Illusion Master, Barrier Master, Talisman Master.]

Xu Niansheng frowned and said, "This is a barrier. This fellow must also be of the Undead race."

Death mana surged from Xu Niansheng, and a massive black shadow appeared behind him, followed by countless Soul Banshees and Skeleton Warriors.

The red Soul Banshees had graceful figures, with emerald hair coiled around their ears and blood-colored pupils glowing in the darkness. They danced as light as the wind, each step freezing in the air like fossils, enchanting and mesmerizing.

Meanwhile, the burly Skeleton Warriors were massive, clad in pitch-black armor, exuding a piercing chill. Holding steel blades, they swung slowly at first, then accelerated, dancing out a faint chill.

Their appearance caused sparks to ignite across the entire battlefield.

A calm smile appeared on Hua Yunyan's face. As her brush swept across, over sixty humanoid ink blobs appeared in the ink-wash world.

The ink blobs shattered, revealing the appearance of the cultivators within.

The three leading them were Zhang Zhijie, Mu Ziyu, and Peng Hao.

Behind them, the sixty-plus cultivators were either righteous, exuding the pressure of the strong, or malevolent, with terrifying artifacts floating around them.

This group of Baiyujing Cultivators shared one trait: every single one of them was an expert at dealing with demonic souls and evil spirits.

They were all "Soul Hall Experts."

"How nauseating. Pure evil, demons without even a physical body."

Zhang Zhijie formed a hand seal, and Zixiao Divine Thunder crackled around him. The thunderous pressure seemed as if it would tear this [World Within a Painting] to shreds.

"Is this the puppet creation of another race? It still has some merits. Let me capture two for research."

Mu Ziyu opened his eyes. His hands, forehead, and cheeks suddenly split open, revealing malevolent demon eyes; seven blood-red pupils shimmered with excited light.

"Sigh, what are you all talking about? Just get it over with."

Peng Hao drew his bow, and three massive Zhuoshui Divine Thunder Arrows appeared upon it.

Not just these three, but the sixty-plus "Soul Hall Experts" could hardly contain themselves.

"100 Undead against 67 unknown subordinates."

Xu Niansheng looked around, and after confirming the opponent only had sixty-odd people, he smiled slightly. "The advantage is mine. I can win!!!"

The next second.

"Turn to ash, you damned demonic souls! Zixiao Demon-Slaying Thunder Law—Purple Thunder Frenzy!!"

"Divine sense fully open, Heart-Capturing Demon Puppet Silk!"

Zhuoshui Divine Thunder Arrow!!!

"Ink Spirit—Immortal in the Painting!"

"Bloody Soul-Extinguishing Slash!"

"Noble Spirit, All Evil Extinguished!"

"Golden Light Divine Curse!!"

"Go, Soul-Crying Beast, eat them all!!!"

Heh heh heh heh, Natal Dharma Treasure—ten thousand soul demon banner!!!!!!

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