Fang Yuan stared at the two statues with astonished eyes. As they took steps, they shook the cave. They pointed their spears at Fang Yuan, ready to attack.
Fang Yuan trembled with rage. He dodged to the right and fell to the ground as the first attack came.
"Damn it!!!"
He cursed and evaded the second attack. Then he fixed his gaze on the gate and ran towards one of the statues.
He used dark magic to deflect the statue's attack. He dug his claws into the stone shaft of the spear and climbed up with it.
With a leap, he jumped onto the spear shaft. The statue shook the spear, but Fang Yuan jumped high and hung from the cave ceiling.
He targeted one of the statues and leaped towards it at great speed. Like a black meteor, he fell from the cave ceiling, screaming, but the statue blocked his path with its spear. The spear broke, and Fang Yuan crashed into the statue's face.
Apart from a few cracks, the statue was not damaged. Fang Yuan fell to the ground. The statues turned towards him. Compared to them, he was very small. They picked him up in their hands.
Once again, a black aura enveloped him, but the statue slammed him against the wall, crushing him between its hand and the wall.
Then it threw him to the other side of the cave.
Fang Yuan used dark magic to create a shield; otherwise, he would have been severely injured.
"So this shield can withstand powerful blows?"
The shield had taken some damage. He realized that by feeding the shield, he could give it self-repairing capabilities.
As soon as he got up, the second spear was in front of him. He had no time to react.
The impact of the second spear pinned him to the wall behind him. Although the spear ricocheted and embedded itself in the wall above his head.
Fang Yuan's shield took more cracks but repaired itself again.
With a powerful strike, he broke the spearhead, pulled it out of the wall, and ran towards the statues with all his speed.
His black aura surged. Now, not only around himself but also around the spear, a black aura was visible.
He didn't hold back. He used as much of his death aura as he could. His muscles had reached their limit. He jumped to a terrifying height, used the ceiling as a support, and targeted the statues again.
Two stone fists were thrown at him. Fang Yuan used the weight of the stone spearhead to spin in the air.
He pushed the statues' hands aside, immediately threw the spearhead at the first statue's neck, and ran towards the second statue. A black claw-shaped aura appeared around his hand, and with one strike, he pushed the statue back.
The first statue, which had defended with its hand, tried to hit Fang Yuan, but with a timely dodge, Fang Yuan made the other statue hit it. Fang Yuan landed on the ground and went towards the spearhead that had fallen. He picked it up and threw it at the second statue.
Fang Yuan felt powerful. His death aura had become like a raging flood. He smiled, and his cold gaze fell on the two statues. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, and his claws were sharper than ever.
Fang Yuan advanced slowly. At the same time, he used dark magic to strengthen his shield, claws, and reaction speed. With the natural instincts of a zombie, he could predict many obvious and hidden dangers.
He had many superhuman abilities, and although becoming a zombie had bound him, it was not without advantage.
In his lifetime, he had learned many knowledge.
At that time, wizardry was considered one of the forgotten knowledge. Although the level of magic in this world was very low, after the emergence of anomalies, many knowledge entered this land; magic was one of them.
"Madness… so… it has… such effects."
Fang Yuan's voice echoed in the hall. A harsh and terrifying sound that would stop anyone's heart from beating.
No advantage came without a price. Using too much power had many consequences. Fang Yuan exaggeratedly used all his death aura. This death aura took control of his brain and created illusions. These illusions aroused the individual's emotions and created a mental state called "madness."
But Fang Yuan had a hidden trump card. He neutralized these fears to a large extent using his will thoughts; and when he used his thoughts to suppress the illusions, he increased his power using the death aura.
In that situation, a fragile balance was created, but Fang Yuan's will, as an external intervenor, kept everything in the desired orbit.
However, he couldn't maintain this state forever.
The statues' bodies were shattered. Their howls conveyed a sense of despair. Fang Yuan stood over the statue. He was a tiny speck compared to that giant figure.
He shaped the death aura into a black sword that slowly formed above his head.
A few seconds later, a massive sword appeared in the hall. Fang Yuan lowered his hand, and the sword struck the neck of one of the statues.
The second statue screamed but couldn't do anything. Its arms and legs were broken, and it had fallen to the ground.
The first statue's body crumbled and was absorbed by the ground. Now it was the second statue's turn to taste Fang Yuan's magic. Fang Yuan raised his hand and once again prepared to execute his opponent.
Before the jackal's howl could be heard, Fang Yuan's hand came down, and he shattered the second statue as well.