Is this what a zombie is?

50. Look at your heart.

It's not about owning; it's about belonging to yourself and being exclusive.

In fact, whether it's Eastern talismans, the blood-painted face and tattoos on his face, or Western magic circles, etc.

Essentially, they are all imitations of certain rules of the universe. By imitating these rules, people get tattoos on their bodies, draw talismans on paper, and set up formations to resonate with the energy of the universe, thereby borrowing a portion of its power.

The so-called spirit runes are unique marks formed after one has cultivated to the extreme, condensing one's own beliefs, spirit, and will, and being recognized by the rules of heaven and earth.

Having spirit patterns means being a grandmaster-level figure, possessing the capital to establish a sect.

The spirit runes were a threshold that he, a 107-year-old self-proclaimed genius sorcerer, had been searching for his entire life but had never been able to reach.

But now, Attorney Luo has easily crossed this threshold.

How could you expect him to be content? How could he not be jealous? How could he not go completely insane?

Hiding in the shadows, Cat Master's emerald green eyes flashed with undisguised admiration.

"This kid really did it..." it thought to itself.

"Although the spirit runes are only in their rudimentary form, they have already touched upon that realm. The probability of this kid reaching that realm is still quite high."

Cat Master licked his paws. There's no arguing with people when it comes to talent.

Ignoring Uncle Chen's impotent rage, Attorney Luo slowly raised the Grim Reaper's scythe above his head and began to crouch down to gather strength.

call--

A jet-black flame ignited on the blade of the scythe; the flame had no temperature, yet it emitted a dark light.

With such dark and gloomy special effects, you call him a righteous character?!

"Evil is annihilated!"

With his power fully charged and accompanied by a low shout, Attorney Luo swung his sickle.

A massive, jet-black crescent-shaped slash was unleashed with a swing.

Strangely, the special effects were top-notch, suggesting a devastating attack.

Yet it didn't destroy a single brick or stone in the Ten Thousand Bones Pit. It directly merged into the blood-red pillar of light that connected Uncle Chen to the entire prison's Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Curse, which shot into the sky.

The pitch-black slash traveled upstream along the crimson pillar of light, sweeping across the entire Blackstone Prison.

Area A, Area B, Area C, Area D... all the corners shrouded in the crimson pillar of light underwent their ultimate reckoning at this moment.

Judgment has begun!

Inside the prison cell, the hardened criminals, burdened with countless blood debts and heinous crimes, trembled violently.

He then fell to the ground silently, his life completely extinguished, yet there wasn't a single external injury on his body.

The prison guards and support staff who were innocently caught up in the situation simply felt their bodies go limp and fell into a deep sleep.

Aside from the weakness caused by the formation draining his body, which requires a period of rest, his life is not in danger.

This can be described as an extremely precise "major purge".

"No...it's impossible...this can't be..."

Chen Bo sensed the other end of the formation, where sinful souls were being harvested in droves, while his own life force was also coming to an end.

In utter despair and disbelief, he breathed his last, his head drooping limply.

This is Attorney Luo's "Evil Cutting" mechanism, which only cuts down evil and is completely unreasonable.

……

On the ground, Jiang Chen was in dire straits, feeling a little regretful.

People should have self-awareness. It's good to have a sense of challenge, but overestimating one's abilities is another matter entirely.

"I shouldn't have been so reckless. Really, this guy is much tougher than I thought."

The original Seven Soul Corpse was not completely successfully refined, but it was still quite difficult to deal with.

After all, in the eyes of Uncle Chen, a sorcerer, the Seven Soul Corpse he created was comparable to the Zombie King.

After being further strengthened by the Blood Curse of Ten Thousand Spirits, the seven soul corpses were covered with a layer of gray-black armor formed by the condensation of yin energy and corpse energy.

With its offense and defense improved several times over, it has virtually no weaknesses.

Jiang Chen used all his strength to bombard the enemy with lightning magic, exhausting all the electricity in his body.

The gray-black armor on the surface of the seven souls' corpses was only cracked by the lightning, but it was not actually pierced or broken.

This is enough to demonstrate the power of the Seven Soul Corpse.

Just as Jiang Chen's battery was depleted and he was exhausted, the tide of battle turned instantly, and the Seven Soul Corpses launched a deadly counterattack.

"roar--"

A crimson light surged from those empty eye sockets.

With a sudden burst of strength, the charred arm broke free from Jiang Chen's grasp, and then with a soft thud, pierced through Jiang Chen's chest.

Flesh and blood bodies were like rags and paper in his eyes, easily torn apart.

The seven corpses lifted him high, as if displaying a trophy.

Then, it swung its arm forcefully.

Jiang Chen's body was thrown out by a tremendous force, tracing an arc before crashing into the towering lightning rod at the edge of the rooftop.

puff--

A sharp metal rod pierced his lower back and emerged from his abdomen, making him look like a piece of meat skewered on a hot coal.

The seven-souled corpse slowly walked down and raised its hand.

In his palm, he held a heart that was still beating slightly.

It was pulled out from Jiang Chen's chest, and he seemed to be showing it to Jiang Chen.

Look, this is your heart, and it's still beating.

Then slowly close your five fingers, squeezing them little by little.

Jiang Chen watched helplessly as his heart was crushed right in front of him, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The Seven Soul Corpses showed little interest in this not-so-fresh heart, not even having the urge to lick it.

On the contrary, he shook his hand with a hint of disdain.

Jiang Chen felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind, leaving him speechless.

Oh, he doesn't have a heart now, that's alright.

Jiang Chen's current state is very strange. He is not completely dead and is still very conscious. He can even see the huge hole in his chest cavity.

Because it lacks a heart, the complete resurrection cigarette smoke inhaled into the body seems to be activated, automatically converging into the cavity.

A slowly rotating vortex was formed, and it was this vortex that forcibly kept him alive until his last breath.

Yes, it's just a breath in the literal sense.

He wouldn't die, but he was stuck on the lightning rod, and the power was exhausted.

In this state, he couldn't even move a finger, let alone eliminate the Seven Soul Corpses. All he could do was lie flat and wait for Lawyer Luo or Cat Master to rescue him.

At that moment, he saw the towering blood-red light that had pierced through the prison rapidly dissipating.

"Tsk, my teammates are so great, but I'm so terrible. I'm really not good at this."

Looking up at the starry sky, there are no stars tonight, and lightning flashes across the thick clouds.

A ruthless aura welled up within Jiang Chen.

He decided to take a huge gamble.