"Slash!"
Zhou Yan swung his spear and thrust it out fiercely.
This spear pierced the demon dragon's left shoulder blade.
Blood splattered.
The demon dragon let out a mournful roar. Its blood dripped down.
The heavier its injuries, the weaker its combat power, and the less threat it posed to Zhou Yan.
The demon dragon roared in anger, "How dare a mere ant provoke the majesty of the dragon race!"
"You are courting death!"
The demon dragon, enraged, lunged directly at Zhou Yan.
"You beast, you dare to be so ferocious! You are merely a demon dragon from the evil race, and you dare to call yourself a dragon? True dragons are nothing like you."
Zhou Yan coldly snorted and met it without hesitation.
The two figures crossed paths, locked in a fierce battle.
Zhou Yan used all his skills, not hesitating to deplete his spiritual energy, fighting with all his might.
The demon dragon was very strong.
It would be extremely difficult for Zhou Yan to kill this demon dragon. This demon dragon was already at the level of the God Realm; its strength was truly formidable.
"Not good!"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan's expression changed drastically.
Because the residual demonic energy in the tomb had silently entered his body.
This was demonic energy entering the body, defiling the soul!
In an instant, he felt waves of dizziness spreading through his mind. Zhou Yan was a little surprised; he didn't know what evil artifact the other party had used to make him feel this way.
This demonic energy was treacherous and unpredictable, possessing the power to confuse the mind and corrupt the consciousness.
This was definitely not ordinary demonic energy; ordinary demonic energy could not affect Zhou Yan.
"Human, I will make you die!"
Seizing this opportunity, the demon dragon roared. Its giant claws swept through the air, tearing it apart, and slashed down at Zhou Yan.
With a "clang," Zhou Yan's chest was hit, but because Zhou Yan's body was so strong, and he was wearing armor, only a dull thud was heard.
Zhou Yan looked at the demon dragon coldly. The demonic energy had already been destroyed by the Primordial Chaos energy within him. The evil energy could hardly harm Zhou Yan's origin.
"Human, you must die!"
The demon dragon roared. A wisp of black smoke rose from its wound, rapidly healing it and restoring its injuries.
Then, it opened its massive maw and bit down fiercely, intending to swallow Zhou Yan whole.
Zhou Yan's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent surged within him.
"Since that is the case, then I shall annihilate you completely!"
Zhou Yan's gaze was sharp as he threw a punch, and terrifying energy surged forth.
This punch carried a majestic surge of Primordial Chaos energy, and a vast Yin-Yang energy flowed out from within him like an overwhelming tide.
The demon dragon froze, sent flying by the impact. Its fangs were shattered, and it was left with no power to resist.
Seeing this, Zhou Yan delved deeper into the ancient imperial tomb.
The tomb was permeated with an eerie and sinister aura, filled with the pungent smell of decay.
Rotten skeletons were piled up, scattered all around.
Some skulls glowed with a sickly green light, like will-o'-the-wisps.
Zhou Yan approached and reached out to touch one.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan's brow furrowed.
He keenly sensed a strange power contained within this skeletal remains.
*Crack!*
Zhou Yan's wrist flicked, and his spear followed suit, directly pulverizing the skeletal remains into dust.
Immediately, Zhou Yan continued onward.
As he walked, he encountered countless corpses and skeletons.
Every few feet, he would see a skull and skeleton.
These skeletons must have been warriors in life.
However, after countless years, they had all turned into dry bones.
After who knew how many years had passed, a strange aura emanated from these bones.
Zhou Yan's heart grew solemn.
These skeletal remains were definitely not simple.
These auras seemed to come from the nine netherworlds, exuding a chilling and terrifying presence.
After walking dozens of meters, Zhou Yan suddenly stopped.
A black bone spear attacked from the side.
"Hmph!"
Zhou Yan's eyes narrowed. He countered with his spear, deflecting the bone spear.
The bone spear flew out of his hand and embedded itself in the stone wall beside him, remaining there, unmoving.
Immediately after, an astonishing aura erupted from Zhou Yan.
He raised his head and looked forward.
*Whoosh whoosh whoosh—*
Dense breaking sounds of air approached from afar.
"What is that?"
Zhou Yan was surprised.
The next moment, dark lights appeared and shot towards him from all directions.
They were dark, spherical objects, inscribed with strange runes.
Each sphere contained a fierce and violent beast, exuding a suffocating aura.
"It's a Corpse Puppet!"
Zhou Yan recognized the origin of these black spheres.
Corpse Puppets were refined from the bodies of dead demonic beasts.
A Corpse Puppet emerged from the ground, burning with fierce flames, and lunged at Zhou Yan.
*Swish swish swish—*
At the same time, the other Corpse Puppets also jumped out.
This ancient imperial tomb was indeed fraught with danger.
*Swish—*
Just then, a bronze arrow pierced through the sky and ruthlessly embedded itself in the neck of the Corpse Puppet, passing through it and pinning it to the wall, rendering it immobile.
"Roar—"
The Corpse Puppet roared to the sky, struggled for a moment, and then completely lost its life signs.
Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"This arrow is actually a divine-grade artifact."
His gaze swept over the bronze arrow.
The owner of the arrow was already deceased.
The arrowhead was also long since rusted.
However, a faint spiritual energy still lingered around it.
Clearly, the owner of this bronze bow and arrow must have been a grandmaster-level expert in life.
After such a powerful expert died, their physical body remained in place, guarding their weapon.
Although these magical artifacts were rusted, their power was still terrifying.
"I will take this bronze bow and arrow."
Zhou Yan held the bronze bow and arrow and examined it carefully, discovering a clue.
The biggest difference between this artifact and ordinary ones was the runes inscribed on it.
These runes contained a marvelous power that could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
As long as spiritual energy was injected into it, the bowstring would vibrate, activating the runes and unleashing terrifying power.
Zhou Yan circulated his cultivation technique, and streams of spiritual energy gathered in his palm, flowing into the bronze bow and arrow.
Instantly, the bronze bow and arrow vibrated, and a destructive wave slowly emanated.
The bronze bow and arrow shook, and a brilliant arc was drawn.
The bowstring tightened, and an arrow shot out, as if piercing through the void, leaving a long, empty chasm.
With a series of powerful strikes, Zhou Yan killed the remaining three Corpse Puppets, reaping considerable rewards.
*Rumble!*
At this moment, a thunderous muffled sound echoed in Zhou Yan's ears, like a lightning strike, shaking his soul.
Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated.
Ahead, a massive black dot gradually appeared on the horizon.
Soon, a colossal ferocious bird swooped out of the darkness, blocking the sunlight and casting a vast shadow.
The wingspan of this giant bird was at least a hundred meters. With each flap of its wings, it stirred up a hurricane that swept across the surroundings, blowing up all the loose stones and dust.
"This is..."
Zhou Yan looked at it in surprise, his pupils constricting. He stared at the giant ferocious bird and exclaimed.
The giant ferocious bird had a massive body, entirely black and red, with a layer of crimson scales growing on its spine.
Coils of iron chains were wrapped around this ferocious bird.
The giant ferocious bird dived down, its sharp beak piercing the sky, emitting a piercing shriek.