Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

Chapter 175 Trapped

After giving Luis the pill, Zhou Mubai paused for a moment and tossed him another one as a backup.

Luis swallowed the pill in one gulp.

Immediately, the oppressive presence of the evil spirit ceased, as if a protective barrier now shielded him from its attacks.

Zhou Mubai also took a pill and said, "Brother Luis, be careful."

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou," Luis replied with a nod.

Although he wasn't sure how many evil spirits inhabited the island or how strong they were, he remained confident in his abilities and the vortex behind him. Moreover, with Zhou Mubai around, even encountering a Golden Core-level evil spirit wouldn't be disastrous—they could always retreat safely.

With the pill's effects taking hold, the two decided not to waste time. They dashed straight toward the Zhao family's spiritual vein.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Luis and Zhou Mubai refrained from flying and instead ran on the ground like ordinary warriors.

However, the speed of cultivators far outpaced that of mortal warriors. To an observer, their movements were almost invisible, leaving only faint traces in their wake. Your next chapter awaits on empire

Both had mastered the art of concealing their presence, rendering their auras so subtle they were nearly undetectable.

Meanwhile, in the Zhao family's territory...

Sun Fu stood holding a round, mirror-like magical artifact. Within its surface, the images of Luis and Zhou Mubai running appeared clearly.

"Zhou Mubai!" Sun Fu exclaimed, his expression shifting to one of elation.

Initially, he had believed that eliminating a few ordinary Foundation Building cultivators from the Zhou family would already count as a major success. To his surprise, he had snagged a much bigger fish.

Still, despite his excitement, Sun Fu dared not act carelessly.

After all, Zhou Mubai was a sword cultivator, and his combat prowess far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators.

Even at his current cultivation level—Late Stage Foundation Building—few late-stage cultivators could rival him. When he defeated Luo Xiuyuan, it had been almost effortless.

Thinking of this, Sun Fu turned to his companion and said, "Go check if the three corpse servants are ready."

"Brother, don't worry. They've been fully refined!"

The broad-faced man, his complexion dark and fanged teeth bared, replied confidently, "With the strength of our two Foundation Building Perfection cultivators, along with the ten Late Stage Foundation Building corpse servants, we'll definitely be able to trap Zhou Mubai!"

"Even so, we can't afford to be careless," Sun Fu cautioned, shaking his head. "Zhou Mubai might be defeated, but with the Zhou family's resources, there's no way they wouldn't have given him a life-saving trump card. If he escapes, it'll cause us endless trouble."

Hearing this, the broad-faced man nodded seriously. "I've already set up the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Formation. With the support of the Yin Evil Qi from the third-level Yin Vein, there's no way Zhou Mubai will escape!"

Relief flickered across Sun Fu's face upon hearing about the formation.

Even with both of them fighting at full strength, backed by ten corpse servants—twelve Foundation Builders in total—and the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Evil Formation, defeating Zhou Mubai still wasn't a guarantee.

He was that terrifying!

His actual strength was likely on par with a Golden Core cultivator.

"Here we are!" Zhou Mubai announced, raising his hand and activating the secret technique of his spiritual pupils. He gazed at the mountains ahead, which were cloaked in a dense layer of black mist.

"This is the source of the evil spirit," Zhou Mubai said in a deep, steady voice.

In that moment, both Luis and Zhou Mubai abandoned any lingering hope that the Zhao family's cultivators might have survived.

But where had the mortals of the Zhao family gone?

Both Luis and Zhou Mubai were perplexed at first.

After all, in addition to tens of thousands of cultivators, the Zhao family also had millions of mortals.

Even if all of them had perished, there should still be traces—graves or mass burial sites.

Yet the reality was stark.

Luis and Zhou Mubai scoured all eight islands but found not a single mortal from the Zhao family.

The only plausible explanation was horrifying.

The mortals of the Zhao family had likely been turned into corpse servants by the evil spirits.

With the presence of a third-level Yin Vein in the area, refining corpse servants would have been disturbingly convenient.

Thinking of this, Luis clenched his fists tightly.

Compared to Earth and even the fantasy world, this cultivation world was far more ruthless and unforgiving.

Sometimes, Luis felt incredibly fortunate to have been born into the Hartmann family.

But for ordinary mortals, the reality was bleak.

Lacking military strength and offering no productivity that cultivators valued, even their right to exist depended on the mercy or whims of cultivators.

And yet, despite such dire circumstances, mortals in this world lived with resilience and determination.

At this moment, anger surged within Luis—a raw and unshakable fury.

Whether cultivator or mortal, we are all human beings!

Mortals already live humble, fragile lives, and yet they still suffer such unspeakable fates!

Millions of lives, turned into corpse servants, just like that.

Luis couldn't even be certain if these evil spirits were once human or were simply ghosts.

But in this moment, he silently swore in his heart:

He would fight these beasts to the death.

Sensing the strong killing intent radiating from Luis, Zhou Mubai asked in surprise, "Brother Luis, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just feel uneasy thinking about the fate of the Zhao family's mortals."

Hearing this, Zhou Mubai sighed softly and tried to console him. "Perhaps it's not as bad as you imagine."

Even as he spoke, Zhou Mubai himself didn't believe those words. But it was all he could do to comfort himself and Luis.

Millions of lives, gone just like that.

"Let's go!" Zhou Mubai said grimly.

He took out an invisibility talisman, slapped one on himself, and then placed another on Luis. With a flash of sword light, he grabbed Luis and flew toward the mountains.

He needed to see for himself.

Was the reality as terrible as they imagined?

Flying over several hills, the pair reached a basin nestled between mountains. What they saw below was a sight that would haunt them forever.

In the valley basin, corpses were piled like heaps of trash.

Zhou Mubai activated the secret technique of his spiritual pupils, and his vision sharpened. The corpses, stacked like mountains, were infected with an evil presence.

Even now, the bodies were being tempered by the dark, malevolent energy.

"They're refining corpses," Zhou Mubai whispered, his face pale.

Beside him, Luis's hands trembled. His jaw clenched so tightly he nearly cracked his teeth.

"Whoever did this," Luis growled, his voice shaking with fury, "I'll kill them! I'll tear them to pieces!"

"I'll stand with you!" Zhou Mubai's expression was equally grim.

A cold, mocking voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Oh? Someone wants to tear me to pieces?"

Luis and Zhou Mubai whirled around, startled.

They had been careful—painstakingly so. They had concealed their presence, refrained from using spiritual awareness, and cloaked themselves with invisibility talismans to avoid detection.

And yet, they had been discovered.

Realizing their stealth was useless, Luis and Zhou Mubai shed their invisibility talismans and canceled their breath-concealing techniques.

Hovering in the air before them were the Sun Fu brothers.

Behind the brothers stood three corpse servants clad in spiritual armor that shimmered with silver light. A suffocating, bloody aura emanated from them.

Zhou Mubai's sharp eyes immediately identified the corpse servants. They had once been cultivators of the Wu and Zhao families, all of whom had reached the pinnacle of Foundation Building during their lives.

Now, they were nothing more than lifeless puppets refined by the Sun brothers.

Still, Zhou Mubai noted that these corpse servants were weaker than when they had been alive.

Its attack and defense had undoubtedly reached the level of a Foundation Builder.

If a Foundation Building cultivator believed their many methods would allow them to ignore such an opponent's attacks, they would be courting death.

With things as they were, Luis and Zhou Mubai had no choice but to fight.

However, what they did not expect was a sudden development—a blood-red light curtain shot up from the corpse-refining ground, sealing the sky above them in an instant.

"Not good!"

Zhou Mubai immediately grabbed Luis and attempted to escape, his sword light flashing as he propelled them upward. But the blood-red curtain blocked their path, forcing them back.

"How does it feel?" A sinister voice echoed around them.

It was Sun Fu. He sneered as he watched the two trapped within the formation. "How does the Ten Thousand Corpses Blood Demon Formation I prepared for you taste?"

Though the Sun brothers were also within the formation, the sinister blood energy only served to enhance the strength of their corpse servants rather than weaken them.

As the bloody evil energy in the formation thickened, the effects of the Evil Breaking Pills Luis and Zhou Mubai had taken began to falter.

The two were forced to use their true energy and magic power to fend off the encroaching evil energy.