Chapter 1770
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Ye Qingtang's heart tightened as she watched Jiang Shaobai being dragged into the pile of corpses. She raised her hand and shot a black flame at them.
The living dead were afraid of the power of the black flame and immediately retracted their hands.
Ye Qingtang didn't dare to stay any longer. She leaped into the air and scooped Jiang Shaobai up from the ground. With a wave of her hand, she shot out several black flames to resolve Little White Tiger's predicament. With a flip of her hand, she tossed Jiang Shaobai onto its back.
"Look after them."
Ye Qingtang heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Jiang Shaobai was safe and sound on the white tiger's back. She dashed to the side and rescued Baili Xi and Mu Feiruo as well.
"It's so hot!"
"It's burning me to death."
The living dead who had been burned by the black flames wailed in pain.
Two streaks of bloody tears flowed from his eyes, which were clearly empty.
Under the curse of the Cursed True God, the humans trapped here would never die.
Even if their bodies were smashed to pieces, their consciousness would never dissipate.
Ye Qingtang looked at the crying faces and couldn't help but feel disgusted by the evil in this mystic realm.
The True Gods hated the betrayal of the primordial humans and so had cast the curse of immortality. All of this had turned this mystic realm into a living hell.
At that moment, she finally realized why the powerful being from the Second Domain had refused to bring her to the Cemetery of the True Gods with only his head left.
Perhaps he had already seen everything in this place long ago …
This was not a nightmare that anyone would want to see again.
Ye Qingtang didn't have much time to think. The ground was filled with living dead who kept reaching out to drag her into the ground.
Ye Qingtang could only keep releasing the black flames to force them back.
The only one who was spared was the little Heavenly Demon. The undead seemed to be afraid of the little Heavenly Demon's aura. Wherever the little Heavenly Demon passed, they would subconsciously shrink to the ground, not daring to move an inch.
Ye Qingtang quickly noticed this as well. She scooped Little Heavenly Demon into her arms and leaped onto Little White Tiger's back.
With Little Heavenly Demon's aura, the surrounding living dead didn't dare to reach out. They could only stare at Ye Qingtang and the others with their bloodshot eyes.
"How many people are here?" The white tiger looked at the densely packed living dead. Some of their heads had already been twisted off by their companions, leaving only a thin layer of skin sticking to their necks.
But even so, they still didn't die. Even though their heads were smashed by the other living dead with a wave of their hands and their brains spilled all over the ground, their eyes were still wide open and they let out ear-piercing wails.
Life was worse than death.
As long as the skeleton of the Cursed True God was still around, they would never be able to escape from this state where they could neither live nor die.
"Ye … Qingtang …"
Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling out to her.
She immediately looked towards the source of the sound.
Among the living dead, she saw a familiar face.
"Zhan Rao?!"
Zhan Rao, who had previously gone missing, was currently buried in a pile of living dead. Compared to the other living dead, his face had not turned completely gray, but it was already deathly pale, without the slightest hint of blood.
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