Immortal Divine Tribulation

Chapter 147: Corpse Fiends

The battle in the stone chamber was nearing its end—just about to conclude—when suddenly, Tian Fan looked toward the coffins. His expression changed dramatically, goosebumps rising all over his body. His face was full of shock and terror.

The three old corpses lying inside the coffins were now slowly sprouting red hair. It started from their spines and crept upward, quickly covering their entire bodies. Their hands began to move, and fingernails as long as chopsticks suddenly extended, pitch-black and sharp as if some force had made them grow in an instant.

“Back up! Get out of here, now!”

Tian Fan was alarmed. He grabbed the Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace, who was still staring at a beautiful woman, and sent a mental message to Li Yunyang and the others, urging them to retreat immediately. There was no way back; they had to push forward.

He hadn’t expected those corpses to actually transform. They had been lying there like the dead, and now they were suddenly mutating. It was far too quick and unnatural. But just then, a thought struck him, and his face grew even darker. One term echoed in his mind: Corpse Fiend!

Ancient texts from the Divine Martial Continent describe this phenomenon—when someone is buried in a place steeped in extreme yin energy, their corpse can, over countless years, give rise to a new form of life. These creatures are the continuation of death, or perhaps, a second life. Terrifying beyond reason.

“Who’s there?”

Li Yunyang and the others asked in confusion. Tian Fan had altered his voice to avoid being recognized. But as they looked toward the three coffins, their faces changed instantly.

“Hahaha! Finally, it’s mine!”

In the center of the room, someone burst into ecstatic laughter. He held in his hand a crescent-shaped piece of jade—translucent and radiant. Who knew how many years old it was? Anyone with eyes could tell it was no ordinary treasure. Wearing it could strengthen the body and prolong life.

“Pfft…”

But just as he was reveling in joy, a shriveled, red-haired hand reached out and snapped his neck in an instant. 

A horrifying face came into view as the creature dragged the now-headless corpse over and began drinking its blood furiously.

Slurp… slurp…

That sound came again, sending shivers down everyone’s spines. 

An eerie aura surged out, accompanied by billowing black mist that swallowed the entire chamber. The three red-haired ancient corpses stood up in unison. Their bodies were blackened and scorched, their eyes rotten, yet a sinister chill radiated from them.

“Raaahhh!”

Three piercing howls rang out, as though the gates of hell had been flung open. The three pitch-black, shriveled corpses let out ghostly wails, raising their heads as they screamed to the sky. Their bodies, once filled with blood, were now completely dry—it had all been absorbed. They stepped forward, squelching through fresh blood on the ground.

“Sh!t, those really are Corpse Fiends! I was wondering why that old corpse kept staring at me—turns out it was just playing dead! D*mn, we’re seriously screwed now. Each one of these things is on par with someone in the Primordial Unity Realm!”

Even though they were long dead and lacked divine power, their mummified bodies were terrifying. After years buried in an extremely yin environment, their physical forms had become tougher than steel—possibly even immune to divine power. Just three of these monsters charging forward would be enough to make any Primordial Unity Realm cultivator go pale.

“Aaah!”

Screams echoed across the chamber. The Corpse Fiends were beyond terrifying, bringing with them overwhelming demonic energy that rolled like waves overhead. In an instant, a group of cultivators were torn apart. Their blood was sucked dry, and even their internal organs were devoured.

“D*mn it, that old ghost’s staring at me again!”

The Holy Son of the Demon Saint Palace saw one of the Corpse Fiends looking straight at him. Its mouth slowly curved into a creepy grin, bits of flesh still hanging from its lips. It was as chilling as it was disgusting, and he jumped up in fright.

“Raaahhh!”

That ancient corpse ignored everyone else and lunged straight for him, blackened, red-haired hand outstretched. Each step it took left behind a dark, foul-smelling footprint.

Boom!

The Holy Son countered with a powerful punch. The air trembled as his fist connected, sending the Corpse Fiend flying. But his hand went numb from the impact. The creature, however, simply got up as if nothing had happened. Its matted hair swayed like dead grass, and it grinned again, making his face turn green with fear.

Whoosh!

Seeing the thing charging at him again, he didn’t hesitate. He activated a secret technique and vanished into the void, slipping out of reality entirely. That undead creature might look like it would fall over in a breeze, but it was absurdly tough. Not even Primordial Unity cultivators could easily take it down. Without a divine weapon, there was no chance of breaking through that body.

The Corpse Fiend briefly opened its mouth and glanced at Tian Fan before turning away. With a guttural shriek, yellowish slime dripped from its lips and corroded the ground beneath. Then, it charged off to the right. Tian Fan’s mouth twitched.

“Seriously? I only cursed you once, was that really necessary?!”

The Holy Son reappeared from the void, cursing at the top of his lungs, his face green. A short dagger appeared in his hand, emitting a dangerously cold glow. It wasn’t quite a Divine Relic, but it had growth potential—it would get stronger as he advanced.

Clang!

His dagger struck the Corpse Fiend’s body with a spark, like steel clashing with millennia-old iron. His hand went numb again, and he immediately retreated. But a shriveled hand caught him mid-motion.

Buzz…

The Corpse Fiend grinned again, revealing rows of yellowed, dead teeth. Its red-haired hand slammed forward, shaking the space around it. The Holy Son’s expression changed dramatically—he knew just how tough this place’s space was. Far stronger than the outside world.

Whoosh!

But he wasn’t your average cultivator. With a flicker, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and reappeared next to Tian Fan. Debris exploded around them as the chamber shook. Sand and stone rained down from above, and a giant crater appeared where the attack had landed. That level of power was on par with a Primordial Unity-level physical body.

“D*mn this undead freak!”

Through the dust and smoke, the Holy Son saw the Corpse Fiend grinning at him again. He almost lost it on the spot, yelling at the creature for being unreasonable. With so many people around, why was he the only one being targeted?

“Because your mouth’s too d*mn annoying,” Tian Fan muttered, showing zero sympathy.

“Here we go again… I’m gonna cry!”

The Holy Son looked ready to cry as he watched the corpse limp forward. It left deep footprints with every step, its body clearly incredibly heavy. Even though he was standing right beside Tian Fan, he was convinced the freak was gunning for him specifically.

Boom!

Tian Fan made his move, joining forces with the Holy Son to launch a powerful counterattack. They knocked the Corpse Fiend flying. These two were terrifyingly strong—together, they were more than a match even for an early Primordial Unity cultivator.

Still, the Holy Son kept cursing throughout the battle. He couldn’t believe the undead freak kept going after him alone while ignoring everyone else.

Screams echoed endlessly. The place had turned into a living hell. Blood and mangled bodies littered the chamber. The two remaining Corpse Fiends charged through the crowd, tearing apart one powerful cultivator after another. Blades and swords shattered upon impact. Even divine abilities were useless—they absorbed divine power and converted it into fuel. It was horrifying.

While fighting, Tian Fan glanced forward. When he saw the golden light glowing above Sun Yueying and the others, he finally relaxed. That old rogue had actually entrusted them with one of his treasures. That thing could definitely keep them safe.

At this moment, both Tian Fan and the Holy Son were enveloped in divine brilliance. Outsiders couldn’t even tell who they were. Their divine light soared into the sky, surrounded by a crimson aura of blood. Their combined strength was enough to make even early Primordial Unity cultivators back off.

Even as he fought, Tian Fan kept scanning his surroundings. 

The place was too strange. 

A deep unease gnawed at his heart. He had a feeling that an even more terrifying presence was lurking in the darkness—far worse than these three Corpse Fiends…