<h4>Chapter 1237: Chapter 1228: Ferocious</h4>


    The "Drilling Armor Corpse," its attention fixed on the upper body furiously hammering Zhang Po’s arms, coupled with not expecting such a powerful burst of strength from Zhang Po, was caught off guard and shoved away. It crashed heavily against the stone chamber wall, causing a booming sound and scattering dust all around.


    "Are you alright, Zhang Po?" Xiao Yifei was burning with anxiety. Even though Zhang Po and the "Drilling Armor Corpse" had exchanged blows for a few rounds, only a little over ten minutes had passed since Xiao Yifei began recovering from his injuries. He assessed the condition of his leg; the recovery wasn’t even halfway through. At this rate, Zhang Po would eventually be killed by the "Drilling Armor Corpse."


    "No big deal, you concentrate on healing. Watch how I deal with it." Zhang Po stood up, wiped the blood off his face. At the moment, his appearance was unrecognizable, whether it was the corners of his eyes, nose, or mouth, all pummeled by the "Drilling Armor Corpse" with dozens of punches, fresh blood streaming down, his face savage and fierce.


    Zhang Po roughly sensed that the Qi within him was nearly depleted, not enough to support using the third realm of the Sword Skill Ultimate Technique. He let out a bitterugh, in this state he had no way topete with the "Drilling Armor Corpse," but as someone aspiring to be the strongest swordsman under the heavens, he was unwilling to ept such failure, and had to rely on his formidable willpower to fight against the "Drilling Armor Corpse."


    Xiao Yifei could see clearly the state Zhang Po was in; he was barely holding on. Whether he could withstand the next round of the "Drilling Armor Corpse’s" attack was questionable, let alone defeat it.


    As the two were in deep thought, the "Drilling Armor Corpse" had already stood up. Such a level of attack posed no significant harm to it, and it stared coldly at Zhang Po, who was covered in blood, with an even more intense killing intent in its eyes.


    Zhang Po turned to Xiao Yifei and said, "Xiao Yifei, I’ll find a chance to entangle it, you don’t worry about your injury, quickly..."


    "Be careful!"


    Before Zhang Po could finish speaking, he was startled. He only felt a gust of wind, a sharp pain suddenlying from his chest. Looking down, he saw a hand encrusted with shattered diamonds piercing through his chest. In an instant, blood gushed out, and a feeling of emptiness arose within him.


    Zhang Po’s legs gave way, he knelt to the ground, and his mind began to grow heavy, his head hanging low.


    "I... Xiao Yifei... you have to... take care of my kin..." At this moment, Zhang Po only felt his body gradually losing vitality, the Qi within him beginning to drain away. Using hisst bit of strength, he uttered a few broken words, then his eyes went ck, and he fell to the ground.


    "Zhang Po!" Xiao Yifei eximed in horror, calling out to Zhang Po with a heart-wrenching cry, but thetter only lifted his head, nced at Xiao Yifei, and then closed his eyes, showing no signs of life.


    "Don’t die, Zhang Po! Pull yourself together, stand up!" Xiao Yifei called out Zhang Po’s name repeatedly without meaning, but thetter couldn’t hear at all, no longer responding.


    At this moment, Xiao Yifei’s eyes were already wet with tears, his calls for Zhang Po growing softer and softer, eventually turning into muttering to himself.


    "Get up, I beg you, don’t die."


    He recalled their battles in the Axeman Tribe, theirughter and rapid pace through the woods, their cultivation and exchanges in Jin Vige, the scenes of them fighting side by side, and Zhang Po saving him from dire straits. All these memories were now gone, and the once lively Zhang Po was moving farther and farther away.


    Their rtionship had evolved into that of mentor, friend, and rival all along this journey, making Xiao Yifei unconsciously dependent on Zhang Po.


    Yet Zhang Po, in such a manner, died before his eyes.


    Xiao Yifei shook his head vigorously, hoping to drive away the fleeting images in his mind, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.


    And the originator of it all, the "Drilling Armor Corpse," withdrew its hand from Zhang Po’s chest, untingly shaking off the blood as if discarding mere trash. Its eyes, glowing a dim blue, coldly fixed on Xiao Yifei, as if saying: "You’re next."


    Xiao Yifei absentmindedly nced at the hot blood spilled on the ground, knowing it belonged to his brother.


    "You killed Zhang Po." Xiao Yifei murmured in astonishment.


    "You killed Zhang Po! I will kill you." The despair and helplessness in Xiao Yifei’s eyes were fully reced by anger at this moment. He summoned the Biwei Silver Needle from within, taking out the longest main needle and brutally stabbed it into his crown.


    In an instant, Xiao Yifei’s body began to swell. The previously withered calf seized by the "Drilling Armor Corpse" rapidly grew new flesh and skin at a speed visible to the naked eye, with Qi from the natural world flowing continuously into him.


    Soon, Xiao Yifei transformed, reaching a height on par with the "Drilling Armor Corpse." Every sinew of muscle on his body bulged, filled with explosive energy. His eyes emitted red light.


    "You killed Zhang Po! I will kill you!"


    At this moment, it was as if Xiao Yifei was reborn, his consciousness consumed by the urge for revenge for Zhang Po, surrounded in glowing red light, as if a god of ughter had descended.


    Though the Drilling Armor Corpse was the finest walking corpse, it was still just a walking corpse, devoid of emotion, and incapable of feeling fear. It was driven purely by a walking corpse’s instincts, to hunt and be hunted was its only definition since its creation.


    The "Drilling Armor Corpse" felt nothing towards the drastic change in Xiao Yifei, only wanting to destroy everything in sight, and Xiao Yifei, now in his berserk state, felt the same.


    "Berserk Xiao Yifei" punched towards the "Drilling Armor Corpse," this punch carrying destructive power, even the air emitting an explosive sound. Space began to warp around it as his fist roared towards the "Drilling Armor Corpse’s" front.


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    The "Drilling Armor Corpse" neither dodged nor retreated, as a walking corpse, incapable of gauging strength urately, reciprocated violence with violence andunched a straightforward punch towards Xiao Yifei’s fist.


    Boom! The fists collided; the surrounding air dissipated, forming a rtively vacuumed space. The two fists fiercely contended in this vacuum, with "Berserk Xiao Yifei" eventually having the upper hand, the Drilling Armor Corpse utterly outmatched in strength and knocked backwards.


    The "Drilling Armor Corpse" crashed heavily into the stone chamber wall, a loud crash echoing through, turning the solid stone wall inward. Completely unfeeling, it stood up to attack again, stretching its arms straight to pierce at "Berserk Xiao Yifei," using the same moves as when battling Zhang Po.


    This was exactly what "Berserk Xiao Yifei" wanted; without pause, he mimicked the "Drilling Armor Corpse," stretching his own arms, palms up, meeting the attack head-on.


    Once again, the two shed, the fingernails of this ss of walking corpse, as sharp as des, cut through hair and sliced iron like mud. Even with such force, they barely prated Xiao Yifei’s iron-like palms,pletely unable to advance another millimeter.


    "Berserk Xiao Yifei" suddenly exerted force, sending a wave of Qi surging at the "Drilling Armor Corpse," which was then sted backwards. Even beforending, "Berserk Xiao Yifei" was already on it, gripping its right arm tightly with handsrger and more powerful than the "Drilling Armor Corpse’s."