Chapter 2221 - 2210: First Generation Shinu Rampage

Before he could use Divine Essence Soldiers again, Lin Zifeng saw a flash of red light in front of him, and a heart‑rending pain exploded in his chest.

"Teng teng teng..."

Gravely wounded, Lin Zifeng hurriedly retreated. Wherever his feet stepped, the stone slabs actually cracked open into deep grooves.

That Red Sword took in Lin Zifeng’s miserable, battered look and actually didn’t pursue. Instead, it stood upright in midair, mocking him: "Just now this old man already said I’d spare your life, but you just don’t cherish it. Report your name! Under this old man’s sword, no nameless wretch dies unrecorded!"

"Ptui!"

Spitting out a mouthful of Blood Water, Lin Zifeng calmed himself down. He felt that the wounds on his chest and lower abdomen were actually like sulfuric acid, constantly corroding his flesh.

"Hmph, telling you is no big deal. The one who’s going to trample you underfoot today is me, Lin Zifeng!"

As he spoke, Lin Zifeng quietly lifted his right hand and pressed it to his chest. After activating his Ability, that gore‑soaked wound finally began to slowly heal.

Seeing the Longsword swirl again in the air, as if laughing at him, Lin Zifeng put on an angry expression, but in his heart he asked in a low voice: "Ruoyun, this Red Sword is insanely fast. I’m no match for it at all. If this keeps up, I’m definitely going to get sliced in half!"

"This Longsword is indeed a bit strange. And I can feel your wound too—it actually has a flesh‑corroding effect. Just how terrifying is this kind of Demon Device?"

Seeing that Mu Ruoyun also had no solution, Lin Zifeng couldn’t help feeling discouraged. Just then, a mosquito‑like weak female voice sounded by his ear: "Pull out... the nails."

Hearing that, Lin Zifeng sharply turned his head, looking toward the eighteen clan women kneeling in the corner. Sure enough, he saw that the clan woman who had just risen out of the Protective Shield and then stopped attacking now had a faint thread of black restored in her blood‑red eyes. The moment she finished speaking, her gaze reverted back to how it was before.

Pull out the nails... Lin Zifeng muttered the words a couple of times, then his eyes suddenly lit up, a barely noticeable smile appearing on his face.

This Soul-locking Array was used to control the clan women’s souls. Judging from their clothing, fancier from right to left, that should be the order of the generations of clan women.

And when Lin Zifeng was standing outside the Protective Shield just now, that clan woman was the one furthest to the left, which meant she was the last to be used as a live sacrifice—the eighteenth‑generation clan woman!

Lin Zifeng knew that controlling the soul of a Saint Realm expert was no easy thing. After two hundred years, this clan woman’s soul still hadn’t been completely controlled, that’s why she could say those words just now!

If Lin Zifeng’s guess was right, then those nails were the key to controlling the eighteen clan women!

"As long as we have the help of the eighteen clan women, that Red Sword alone is absolutely not our match. Let’s gamble on it!"

Even though Lin Zifeng didn’t fully trust what the clan woman had just said, the situation didn’t allow any delay. The Red Sword swirling in the air was again carrying a fierce wind as it thrust toward his throat!

"Whoosh..."

Now that he knew how to break the Array, Lin Zifeng’s speed was pushed to the limit. After a ripple of distortion in the air, his figure had already appeared in front of the clan women!

"Sure enough, a wild dog can never be properly fed!"

After missing its strike, how could the Red Sword not understand Lin Zifeng’s intent? With an angry shout, it turned into a streak of red light and stabbed toward Lin Zifeng.

At such a critical moment, how could Lin Zifeng let it succeed? His hands blurred, and the nails on the robes of the two clan women in front of him had already been yanked out.

"Ding..."

The nails hit the ground with a crisp ring, and the red in the eyes of those two clan women slowly faded, replaced by a bright, spirited black!

"Young Master, we’ll cover you!"

Two delicate shouts rang out together. Even at this moment, Lin Zifeng’s heart still trembled a bit—the voices of these two clan women were actually even more beautiful than Mu Ruoyun’s...

But he only let out a brief chuckle before his expression hardened. With a sweep of the corner of his eye, he saw that the two clan women had already engaged the Red Sword in battle.

Not daring to hesitate, Lin Zifeng hurriedly pulled out the remaining nails from the clan women’s robes. As more and more clan women broke free of control, the light around the Red Sword behind him grew ever more eerie, and the entire secret chamber was shrouded in a layer of red light.

The pained cries of the clan women coming from behind made cold sweat bead on Lin Zifeng’s forehead. At this moment, there was only one clan woman left in front of him.

Lin Zifeng remembered that this clan woman in purple robes was the first to be used as a live sacrifice—the first‑generation clan woman. Her strength was also the most formidable, almost at the Peak of the Saint Realm.

His eyes narrowed. Just as Lin Zifeng was about to reach out and pull the nails from this clan woman’s clothes, Mu Ruoyun’s extremely anxious shout rang out in his heart: "Run back, now!"

The words had just exploded in Lin Zifeng’s mind when, before he could react, the clan woman kneeling there suddenly lifted her head.

"Holy shit!"

Her eyes, which had already been filled with red, now were even more grotesque. It was as if both eyes had been dyed with fresh blood. That gloomy, resentful gaze landed on Lin Zifeng’s face, making him reflexively retreat again and again in fright.

What he hadn’t expected was that the kneeling clan woman suddenly lunged forward and wrapped her arms around Lin Zifeng. Her purple robe flared as it burst out in dazzling light.

"Wh‑what’s going on?" Feeling the invisible binding force pressing in from all around, Lin Zifeng panicked. No matter how he struggled, he just couldn’t break free of the clan woman’s embrace.

"I’ve got it! If the eighteenth‑generation clan woman’s soul hasn’t been completely controlled, then this first‑generation clan woman has already fully fused with the Red Sword’s Consciousness! Even if you pull out the nails on her body, it’s useless!"

"So all of this... was it all part of the Red Sword’s plan?"

Lin Zifeng’s face was pressed against the clan woman’s. That sinister smile on her face made his skin crawl. Why hadn’t he thought of this most critical, life‑and‑death point just now!

And at this moment, the thing Lin Zifeng least wanted to see finally happened. He twisted his head and saw the Red Sword, entangled with the seventeen clan women, suddenly flare with blinding red light. A wave of force blasted out, forcing all the clan women to stagger back again and again. You could imagine just how terrifying that Combat Power was—one clan woman’s Cultivation was already at the height of a Saint; for seventeen Saints to strike together and still be beaten back, it showed just how horrifying this old ancestor was.

And in that brief opening, the Red Sword turned into an incomparably eerie streak of red, carrying a howling gale as it thrust straight at Lin Zifeng’s back!

At that moment, everything around seemed to slow down in Lin Zifeng’s eyes. He could clearly see the expressions on the faces of the clan women lying to the side—some worried, some furious, some shocked...