Rebirth of the Urban Demon Lord

Chapter 20 Fusion Period

Chapter Twenty: Integration Period

As Cui Yi climbed the sand dune and looked back, he suddenly felt as if he were seeing an invincible ancient general charging through the chaos of battle. The shock made his blood boil, and he longed to rush down and fight alongside Zhuo Yang.

"Old Cui, take the men and get them together. Don't move around too much, or the mummies won't crawl out of the sand!"

Zhuo Yang swung his spear and swept away a dried-up corpse, then looked up and roared at the top of the sand dune.

"And what about you?" Cui Yi nodded emphatically, gripping his spear tightly.

"I'll draw the horde of zombies away for you!" Zhuo Yang looked up and smiled nonchalantly.

He brandished his spear once more, forcefully clearing a path through the horde of corpses and breaking through.

Hundreds of mummies, like a torrent, relentlessly pursued them.

Zhuo Yang ran at a leisurely pace, keeping the horde of zombies close behind him...

A few minutes later, the horde of mummies rolled away, and the desert returned to calm. As far as the eye could see, everything was a yellowish-brown, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

"Uncle with a herniated disc." Meng Xiaojun slammed his fist on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Why am I so useless? I can't help at all!"

The others weren't having an easy time either, especially Teacher Cui's disciples, who all hung their heads, looking ashamed to face anyone.

"Why are you all looking so miserable?" Cui Yi kicked Meng Xiaojun to the ground and pointed at the others one by one. "Zhuo Yang lured away the horde of mummies for your sake. Just assume he's dead?"

"Let me tell you, even if we all die, Zhuo Yang won't die!"

"Zhuo Yang is only a Yellow-level Ninth Rank, Teacher Cui," a disciple said pitifully.

Cui Yi's cultivation is very strong, and he seems to be much stronger than Zhuo Yang. He almost died from exhaustion by the zombie horde before, so how much better could Zhuo Yang be?

"Zhuo Yang is risking his own life to save everyone else's!" the disciple cried.

The crowd remained indifferent, and even two of Liang Yongqing's men showed strange expressions.

"Zhuo Yang is a real man!"

Cui Yi looked in the direction Zhuo Yang had left, thinking to himself, "I must recruit such a loyal and righteous man into the Dragon Court!"

"Please don't die!"

It turns out he was a member of the Dragon Court.

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Several kilometers away, Zhuo Yang maintained his running pace, keeping the horde of mummies close behind. The mummie horde had grown considerably, probably numbering in the thousands.

Zhuo Yang ran to a depression surrounded by huge sand dunes and suddenly stopped.

"Little Diao, go to the highest sand dune, and call me when you see anyone coming!"

"Squeak..." Little Diao was very unhappy about being locked up for so long, but she immediately jumped out of her backpack and quickly climbed up the sand dune.

Zhuo Yang turned to face the swarming group of mummies, a smirk playing on his lips: "They're all treasures!"

Each of the mummies had a weapon in its hand, either a ring-pommel sword or a spear...

The first mummified corpse rushed to Zhuo Yang's side, raised the spear in its hand, and viciously stabbed it into Zhuo Yang's chest.

If it were truly from ancient times two thousand years ago, it would surely be a warrior.

Zhuo Yang dodged to the side, then kicked it away.

Then, Zhuo Yang used the spear as a stick, constantly sweeping away the charging corpses until he was completely surrounded by the horde.

"That's enough. I want the weapons you have!"

Feeling a bit excited, Zhuo Yang suddenly threw away the spear in his hand and leaped into the air, more than two meters high.

Then, a flash of lightning appeared.

Thunderclap!

Countless bolts of lightning erupted from his body, striking the surrounding mummies one after another. Within a radius of a hundred meters, not a single mummie survived.

When the lightning subsided, the entire horde of corpses fell silent, standing like statues.

Zhuo Yang landed lightly on the ground, his face pale: "My true essence is still not enough. I can only use Heaven-Shattering Thunder once. After all, I am only at the Enlightenment stage."

The words spread, causing a slight tremor that triggered a commotion.

The mummified corpses turned to dust and vanished with the wind...

In the end, only broken weapons remained scattered on the ground.

"Squeak..."

Xiao Diao stood atop the sand dune, giving Zhuo Yang a thumbs-up, as proud as if she were the one who had just wiped out the horde of zombies.

"Watch out, warn me if anyone comes!"

Zhuo Yang shouted, and then began to collect weapons.

There were quite a few weapons, and it took him more than half an hour to collect them all. They were piled up at the foot of the sand dune, reaching a height of two meters.

After sitting cross-legged and circulating his internal energy to recover, Zhuo Yang's complexion returned to normal an hour later. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and he felt as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

The true essence of thunder and fire surged and roared within the meridians, comparable to a small stream.

"My cultivation has greatly improved..." Zhuo Yang never expected that by using all his strength to unleash the Heaven-Shattering Thunder and squandering all his true essence, his cultivation would actually improve so much.

They broke through directly to the fusion stage!

The muscles and fascia throughout the body no longer resist the true energy and begin to merge step by step. When the fusion is complete, the true energy still circulates in the meridians, but every cell in the body is a source of true energy, endlessly regenerating.

Zhuo Yang closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, then instantly shuddered.

He "saw" a surprising scene: his mother was talking about him.

"Sixth sense!"

Zhuo Yang never expected that after breaking through the Fusion Stage and fusing his body with his true essence, he would awaken such a powerful ability, greatly enhancing his perception and even being able to sense the current situation of his loved ones.

It felt like winning the lottery.

Zhuo Yang quickly composed himself and looked at the mountain of broken weapons piled up in front of him.

Recalling Xiao Diao, Zhuo Yang said softly, "Do you know why I'm collecting these weapons?"

Xiao Diao shook his head, thought for a moment, and took out the writing board from Zhuo Yang's backpack.

"Master, I feel very cold, it's coming from these weapons." She finished writing neatly and pointed her little paw at the pile of weapons.

"Your aptitude is quite remarkable, so it's only natural that you can sense it." Zhuo Yang nodded in satisfaction. "Those weapons are no ordinary items; they are all forged from Cold Spring Iron."

Little Diao stared wide-eyed in shock and quickly wrote: "Cold Spring Iron is hard to come by. It takes a hundred years to soak ordinary iron in a ten-thousand-year-old cold spring. Master must be teasing me."

Zhuo Yang looked at the writing board and chuckled, "I never speak falsely. The fact that these weapons can be distributed to the array spirits shows that the owner of the maze is very wealthy, and... he possesses a ten-thousand-year-old cold spring!"

This is the key point: the Ten Thousand Year Cold Spring is extremely cold, but the water does not freeze. However, any living creature thrown into the spring will instantly freeze into an ice sculpture.

A single drop of Cold Spring Water can be used to refine a Cold Spring Pill, which is excellent for enhancing cultivation, restoring true essence, and healing injuries.

The water from the cold spring can also be used for refining artifacts. Adding a few drops when refining ice-type magical treasures greatly increases their power.

It can be said that the millennia-old cold spring is a rare treasure!

"Master, are you collecting Cold Spring Iron to forge weapons?" After writing, Little Diao looked at Zhuo Yang with excited eyes and a very expectant expression.

"You're right. My cultivation has greatly improved, so I'll forge myself a suitable weapon first." Zhuo Yang smiled and waved his hand, with lightning and fire leaping in his palm.

Xiao Diao volunteered, ran to the weapon hill, dragged back a ring-pommel sword, and placed it in front of Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang let out a long roar and waved his hand, causing lightning and fire to descend upon the ring-pommel sword.

In an instant, the ring-handled sword melted into molten iron and floated in mid-air.

"Bring all the weapons, one by one, and be quick. Throw them onto the Thunderfire on my command!" Zhuo Yang said in a deep voice.