Humanity's Great Sage

In this apocalyptic era, Human nature was complicated. Many people betrayed each other, and even the closest friends might get into battles. However, there were also those who were sincere to one another.

When the woman saw the man charging towards the Corpse Race member, she exclaimed in shock, “Husband!”

The young woman took her arm and said in a flustered tone, “Let’s run, Aunt Shen!”

The woman turned around as tears streamed down her cheeks. Although she was reluctant to leave and fuming deep within, they had no choice but to run in such a situation.

“None of you can leave!” The withered corpse snorted upon seeing that. His voice was so hoarse that it didn’t sound like a Human voice. It was more like the howl of a ghost from Hell. He extended his hideous hand and clawed at the male cultivator.

Faced with the pungent Corpse Qi, the male cultivator almost couldn’t breathe. After he was struck, a patch of his flesh was torn apart.

Then, he was attacked again and sent flying away before he fell to the ground in front of the ladies.

The young woman, who was trying to lug the woman away, instantly knew that they could no longer leave. She quickly helped the man up, and when she straightened up, the Corpse Race member had reached them.

Faced with imminent death, the woman was relieved. The fury and hatred behind her gaze was gone. With her eyes full of love and tenderness, she turned to look at the man, who was spitting blood.

In the end, she didn’t leave her Husband behind. Although they would soon be separated by death, she was glad that they could die together.

“Ah!” the young woman exclaimed just then.

Initially, the Corpse Race member, who was about to make a move, thought that the young woman was horrified, but he soon realised something was off.

That was because the young woman didn’t look at him, Instead, she looked behind him.

Right then, the sound of breaking through the air was heard, and it came with the powerful fluctuations of Spiritual Power.

[There’s someone else!] The Corpse Race member had no choice but to turn around instead of dealing with the three of them first. He saw a fiery figure leaping into the air with his palm around the hilt, ready to unsheathe the saber and strike.

As soon as the other party’s aura had locked onto him, the Corpse Race member felt a prickly sensation on his skin, which was rare.

He found it inconceivable, for Corpse Race members knew no pain. Soon, he realised that the prickly sensation on his skin didn’t come from his body but from his heart. It showed that his opponent was formidable.

The Corpse Race member growled as his withered flesh tightened. His physique was robust in the first place, and it was now even sturdier. Even Human cultivators who were stronger than him might not be able to hurt him. As long as he wasn’t hurt, he could kill his opponent.

*Clang!* The saber was unsheathed as a fiery Saber Light slashed across the Corpse Race member. Lu Ye skirted past his opponent and stood in front of the three of them.

The young woman and the woman were both shocked and doubtful, for they couldn’t see what had happened.

The wounded middle-aged man was more powerful than them, but he also couldn’t clearly see the exchange of moves earlier.

Following the attack, the Corpse Race member, who almost destroyed their entire team, became rooted to the spot. A gurgling sound was faintly heard coming from his throat.

Lu Ye put his saber back into the sheath as the blade and the inside of the sheath rubbed against each other. As though impacted by the noise, the head of the Corpse Race member fell to the ground. The incision was smooth, and the stinky green blood spurted from his wound.

The Spiritual Power around Lu Ye surged. The blood was burned before it could even come into contact with him.

“Ah!” the young woman exclaimed again. Her eyes were full of horror and disbelief. She looked at the beheaded Corpse Race member on the ground before shifting her attention to the icy-looking Lu Ye. She couldn’t believe that such a powerful Corpse Race member was easily destroyed.

Moreover, the person who had made a move was only older than her by one to two years. Everything felt surreal.

She reckoned that even the strongest cultivator in their base, Senior Zui Shan, was weaker than this man.

“You’re struck with poison. Do you have Antidote Pills?” Lu Ye asked the man while looking at him.