Chapter 64

As Zhu Lingwu performed the Thunder Palm and Swift Swallow Step, his heart was also beating rapidly, driving the blood flow and helping him channel the qi and blood energy in his body to his feet and hands.

In a real martial arts confrontation, it often comes down to just a few rounds. The notion of battling for three hundred rounds is merely a fanciful description in novels.

Therefore, no matter how strong a martial arts expert is, they cannot face a thousand soldiers and achieve a one-man army. They can only use techniques like lightness skills to escape the battlefield; otherwise, they will inevitably die from exhaustion at the hands of the soldiers.

The more intense the battle, the faster the consumption of qi and blood within the body. To resist the attacks of the Mystic Ghost Head and Mystic Ghost Claw, he also had to use his soul consciousness to drive the electric current to block the ghostly qi.

Zhu Lingwu already felt that he was reaching his limit. After all, his current body was that of an eight-year-old child. Even with the breakthrough of the Witch God Body, his heart was still somewhat fragile and could not sustain high-speed beating for a long time to support his combat.

Martial arts internal cultivation techniques refine essence and blood in the heart, which is also a form of heart cultivation. Therefore, in many legends about monsters, there is often the notion of eating human hearts, as the human heart is indeed the gathering place of ordinary human essence.

However, the shortcoming of Zhu Lingwu's short time practicing martial arts finally showed. Even though he had excellent talent and managed to unblock the Ren and Du meridians and achieve the small circulation of qi and blood in just half a year, he had only unblocked two or three dozen of the major meridians and acupoints. This cultivation speed amazed Liu Ping, who considered him a martial arts genius. However, he had only been practicing for a little over half a year. Although he had condensed essence and blood in his heart, his heart had not been sufficiently nourished by the essence and blood, so he could not withstand such high-intensity, prolonged combat.

Now, his heart rate was gradually slowing down, and he was breathing slightly heavily, with his face and neck turning red. This also meant that the power of his Thunder Palm was not as strong as it was at the beginning. As a result, his ability to resist the attacks of the Mystic Ghost Head and Mystic Ghost Claw was also insufficient, and the agility of his Swift Swallow Step was gradually slowing down. This meant he would face more attacks and could only use his palm techniques to resist, unable to dodge with his body movements.

The most troublesome thing was that the electric field Zhu Lingwu used to block the ghostly qi was becoming increasingly thin under the assault of the ghostly qi. Without the protection of the electric field, if the ghostly qi invaded his body, Zhu Lingwu would likely be unable to withstand the attacks of the Mystic Ghost Head.

Time passed, and the entire room, under the effect of the talisman, remained like an isolated world, preventing outsiders from knowing what was happening inside.

Zhu Lingwu was already making his final stand, but the thunderous sound of the Thunder Palm was becoming weaker.

On the other side, Meng Yishi, who had been struck by Zhu Lingwu's palm, was in a very strange condition. Under the illumination of the earth-yellow light emitted by some treasure around his neck, others could see his face clearly.

From the outside, there were no visible wounds on his head, but his expression was very strange, with lifeless eyes, a blank face, and bloodshot eyes. His body was swaying in place, as if he might fall to the ground at any moment.

Zhu Lingwu knew that his palm had definitely shattered Meng Yishi's skull. He had felt the sound of Meng Yishi's skull breaking, and the force contained in that palm had definitely shaken Meng Yishi's brain. However, he did not know if the damage to Meng Yishi's brain was enough to be fatal.

As for the white fox, although it cursed Zhu Lingwu in its heart, it also knew that it had to use its maximum strength to remove the talisman on the wall. If Zhu Lingwu died, those five skulls would not spare it either.

So it increased its speed, moving quickly along the wall to the talisman and releasing the spiritual energy within its body through its tail. With the tail's movement, it swept towards the glowing talisman.

Under Zhu Lingwu's urging, the white fox made four more jumps. The spiritual energy it released through its tail finally disrupted the frequency at which the talisman absorbed the earth's qi. The talisman suddenly dimmed and turned into an ordinary piece of thick paper, sliding off the wall.

The falling of the talisman seemed to be a sign, and the situation in the room began to change.

After sweeping the talisman away, the white fox hopped and jumped to a corner away from the wall. It knew it could only do so much.

To remove the talisman from the wall, it had exhausted itself, and its spiritual energy was almost depleted. This was no less tiring than a battle.

On the other side, Meng Yishi, who had been swaying in place, suddenly had blood gush from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. The protective light from his treasure dissipated, and he fell straight to the ground.

Zhu Lingwu clearly felt that the five Mystic Ghost Heads surrounding him paused for a moment, but unfortunately, they did not undergo the dramatic change he had hoped for.

Instead, they seemed to be stimulated and intensified their attacks on Zhu Lingwu. Originally, the five Mystic Ghost Heads would avoid the electricity in Zhu Lingwu's Thunder Palm, often retreating before his palm could get close.

Now, they began to charge at Zhu Lingwu's palms without hesitation, biting and tearing at his hands, forcing him to retract his hands to avoid them.

As the situation worsened, Zhu Lingwu's defense became chaotic. With the five Mystic Ghost Heads surrounding him, it was difficult for him to escape.

"Master, Master, are you alright!"

Just as Zhu Lingwu was about to give in, Liu Ping's shout came from behind the wall, which had lost the talisman's restriction.

The wooden wall, no longer shielded by the talisman, suddenly turned black. In a few moments, it was torn apart, creating a hole.

Then, a crimson blade of light shot through the hole, slicing into the pale green ghostly mist. The scorching blade energy, like a fierce wind, tore a gap in the ghostly mist.

In an instant, Liu Ping, still wearing his armor, rushed through the hole with his sword. It was clear that he had been sleeping in his battle gear, worried about what might happen at night.

Unfortunately, he did not expect Meng Yishi to use such a method to infiltrate Zhu Lingwu's room, making it impossible for him to hear anything from the adjacent room.

Seeing the scene in Zhu Lingwu's room, Liu Ping's heart raced. The Mystic Ghost Heads and Mystic Ghost Claws circling and attacking Zhu Lingwu caused a look of anxiety to flash in his eyes.

Then, a fierce white flame seemed to ignite on his long sword. With a wave of his hand, another scorching blade of energy slashed towards one of the Mystic Ghost Heads near Zhu Lingwu...