Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 2808: Chapter 123: Corpse Control

Inside the military camp prison.

Jin Wutu, who had been living in fear, had a nightmare.

In the nightmare, all the sins he committed were fully exposed.

All his plots and schemes, his deceit and betrayal, were completely seen through.

A terrifying ghostly shadow was toying with him in the dark, wanting to devour his soul, condemning him to eternal damnation.

Jin Wutu’s body, bloody and mutilated, began to tremble, with cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Suddenly, a cool breeze passed by, and Jin Wutu jolted awake, looking around in panic, gasping for air.

After observing for a while and finding nothing unusual, Jin Wutu finally let out a long sigh of relief.

But before he could catch his breath, Jin Wutu’s eyes widened abruptly, seeing an enormous black shadow standing before him, exuding eerie death qi, tremendously frightening.

This figure was very familiar, identical to the one in his nightmare.

And though he was clearly no longer dreaming, it seemed the nightmare had invaded reality.

He remembered how, in his dream, the person he always feared had twisted his neck, torn open his chest, snapped his limbs, and eaten him alive...

Jin Wutu’s teeth began to chatter.

"Lord... Shiguo... I..."

Before he could finish speaking, the shadow in front of him moved.

A pair of cold, dark hands carrying the stench of decay clamped around Jin Wutu’s neck.

Jin Wutu could feel, as always, the familiar aura of authority.

It was the general to whom he was loyal, his "master" to whom he owed allegiance.

But this authority was colder and more ruthless than ever before. The deathly touch around his neck shattered his sanity, making him shiver uncontrollably.

In the chilling night, a hoarse and terrifying voice rang out:

"Why did you betray me..."

This voice was a blend of various sounds, as if dozens of fierce ghosts were howling, with the underlying tone being a clear youthful voice.

But immersed in fear, Jin Wutu failed to notice that this voice nearly instantly shattered his defenses.

"No! No!"

Jin Wutu’s voice changed as he rasped, "I didn’t betray you, Lord Shiguo! It wasn’t me... I wouldn’t dare betray you!"

The ghostly voice in the darkness spoke again:

"If it wasn’t you, then who was it?"

Jin Wutu dared not speak.

Shiguo’s grip intensified.

The control power of the Small Spirit Core Formation was weak, and the strength of Shiguo, after undergoing Corpse Transformation, was not great enough to actually snap Jin Wutu’s neck.

But what truly terrified Jin Wutu was Shiguo himself.

He sensed the coldness of Shiguo’s corpse and the increasing strength in his grip, and over the years, his fear of Shiguo first consumed him.

"The Bi Fang Tribe!" Jin Wutu screamed immediately, "It’s... the Bi Fang Tribe!"

Shiguo’s hand relaxed slightly, allowing him to continue speaking.

Jin Wutu, still terrified, his face pale, said:

"The Bi Fang Tribe... offered me benefits, prompting me to secretly allow a few ’guests’ into the tribe while you were unguarded, then I didn’t need to do anything else..."

"Feeling uneasy, I found an excuse to quietly escape the valley and hide for a few days. When I returned, the entire tribe had been... swallowed up..."

"I... I truly didn’t mean to betray you..."

Jin Wutu said.

Shiguo’s hollow, pitch-black eye sockets stared dead at Jin Wutu, with decaying corpse qi engulfing him.

At the same time, a gloomy voice sounded again:

"You’re lying..."

Jin Wutu’s gaze showed a trace of panic.

In the darkness, this subtle change was hard to notice, but Mo Hua caught it.

A flash of blue light appeared in Mo Hua’s eyes, and a strange Spirit Core Pattern shimmered in Shiguo’s eyes, tightening his grip on Jin Wutu’s neck.

"Speak!"

The scene of him having his neck twisted by Lord Shiguo in the nightmare, torn and eaten like "shredded chicken," reappeared in Jin Wutu’s mind.

Finally, Jin Wutu dared not hide anymore, saying in fear:

"It was... it was... if it were just the Bi Fang Tribe, I wouldn’t dare... it was... the Bi Fang Tribe gave me... the Great Chieftain’s secret letter... to harm you..."

Mo Hua’s pupils narrowed, his voice sinister like a ghost, "Chief Bi Fang?"

"No, it wasn’t," Jin Wutu said trembling, "It was... Chief Shugou..."

Mo Hua’s heart was shocked, before he could say more, an unusual wave of Divine Sense fluctuated from the darkness nearby, seemingly someone had heard this news and their state of mind had become unstable.

Mo Hua’s eyebrows moved slightly.

At this moment, the blue light within Shiguo’s bones dimmed, and its Spiritual Power started to deplete.

No one else noticed, but Mo Hua, who was "controlling the corpse," was fully aware.

This indicated that the actions of Shiguo’s corpse were nearing their limit.

A First Grade Spiritual Pivot Formation, even an Ultimate Formation, was too strained to control the Late Stage Third Grade Shiguo corpse.

Another point was that Shiguo’s corpse was too massive, and its cultivation foundation too strong.

The formation eye of the Small Spirit Core Formation simply couldn’t provide sufficient driving force for Shiguo, and these few movements nearly exhausted the Spiritual Power.

This "performance" could only end here, continuing further would expose the deception.

The "string puppet" controlled by Mo Hua was also about to fail.

Mo Hua gave Jin Wutu a faint glance, the faint blue in his eyes turning into a gold mixed with black, condensing into an Evil Qi Sword Intent.

Soul-Shocking Sword.

Seeing this sword, having endured nightmares and being terrorized by Shiguo’s corpse, Jin Wutu, who was already on the brink of fear, instantly collapsed, his pupils dilating as he gradually fainted.

After Jin Wutu fainted, Mo Hua used Divine Sense to control the nearly depleted Shiguo corpse to leave.