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On the Bronze Door, grotesque figures were intricately carved, each holding various weapons, their expressions vividly alive. One could feel the murderous intent in their eyes, fixated on the outside of the Bronze Door, intimidating anyone who dared to approach.
"This is truly a masterpiece! Rare in this world!" Wu Jingye stood outside the Bronze Door, his expression one of awe as he examined the fearsome figures.
Dillingchar swallowed hard, hiding behind Wu Jingye. He nervously asked, "Mr. Wu, these figures can't be alive, can they?"
Wu Jingye shook his head and replied calmly, "Dillingchar, they are just lifeless carvings. You have nothing to fear! Have your men come over and see if they can push this Bronze Door open!"
Dillingchar nodded and instructed his Mercenaries in English, "You all go over and try to push this Bronze Door open!"
"Yes, Mr. Dilling!" the Mercenaries responded in unison, rushing to the front of the Bronze Door and pushing against it with all their might.
With a soft creak, the Bronze Door opened slightly, revealing a gap wide enough for a finger.
"Good! Everyone put in more effort; we’ll have this Bronze Door open in no time!" Dillingchar exclaimed excitedly from behind.
Wu Jingye kept his gaze fixed on the Bronze Door. As it opened further, he noticed one of the carved figures move. The arm of the statue protruded outward by several centimeters, holding a large iron rod as thick as an arm.
As the Bronze Door continued to open, the figure's arm extended beyond it, with the iron rod hanging ominously above the heads of the Mercenaries. They were so focused on pushing that they failed to notice the danger looming overhead.
"Not good! Dillingchar, quickly tell them to pull back!" Wu Jingye shouted urgently to Dillingchar, who was still oblivious.
"What’s happening?!" Dillingchar, alerted by Wu Jingye, finally saw the iron rod above them. But before he could say anything, it fell.
With a loud thud, the iron rod crashed down onto three of the Mercenaries, producing a sickening crack. Their heads burst like ripe watermelons, blood splattering everywhere while white brain matter spilled out onto their necks.
"Ah!" Although the other Mercenaries were not struck on the head by the large iron rod, they were hit in their bodies and instantly fell to the ground. Half of the Mercenaries were thrown into chaos, their formation disrupted. The Bronze Door, which had been pushed slightly open, suddenly slammed shut.
"Ah! How disgusting!" The Bronze Door closed rapidly, and those Mercenaries still alive feared being caught by it. They scrambled away as fast as they could. The three corpses on the ground were ignored, directly pulled into the Bronze Door, followed by the sound of bones cracking. The three bodies were crushed into piles of flesh, and the grotesque figures atop the Bronze Door were splattered with fresh blood, making them look even more terrifying.
"Ugh~~" Dillingchar's face turned pale at the bloody scene before him, and he crouched down, retching violently. Although Wu Jingye and his companions also looked grim, they were far better off than Dillingchar.
"Roar! What a strong smell of blood; it smells so delicious!" At that moment, three or four Corpses crawled in front of Wu Jingye and his group, their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glint as they lunged toward them.
Wu Jingye stood still with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. Suddenly, the Yin-Yang Master beside him charged forward, brandishing a talisman toward the Corpses while shouting, "Lingling, Earth Spirit, Supreme Old Lord, heed my command!"
"Ah!" The Corpses had no strength to fight back; they let out a wretched scream as their bodies fell stiffly to the ground, quickly turning into a pile of foul-smelling bone mixed with putrid flesh.
The Yin-Yang Masters gathered around Wu Jingye, their expressions filled with concern. "Mr. Wu, all those Corpses have awakened! In just a few minutes, they will rush toward us! What should we do?"
The Corpses in the Corpse Pit lacked any significant power; these Yin-Yang Masters could easily eliminate them with a wave of their hands. However, there were simply too many Corpses in the Corpse Pit. As the saying goes, even ants can kill an elephant when there are enough of them.
Wu Jingye furrowed his brow and drew his Peach Wood Sword. He turned to Dillingchar and said, "Dillingchar, you direct your men to push open the Bronze Door; we will handle these Corpses! If the Bronze Door isn't opened in five minutes, we will leave without hesitation!"
With that, Wu Jingye led several Yin-Yang Masters to charge in front of the Corpse Pit, forming a blockade to prevent the Corpses from approaching the Bronze Door.
Seeing the Corpses appear, the group of Mercenaries gripped their Submachine Guns tightly but didn't know what to do. At that moment, Dillingchar had no time to continue vomiting; his eyes filled with rage as he shouted at the Mercenaries, "What are you staring at? Hurry up and push that damned Bronze Door open!"
"Yes! Mr. Dilling!" The Mercenaries responded in unison as they returned to the Bronze Door and pushed against it with all their might.
Having learned from previous lessons, they stationed a Mercenary at the back to keep an eye on the Bronze Door above and direct the other Mercenaries in their positions. If any weapons fell from above, they would have time to prepare and avoid them.
On the other side, more and more Corpses crawled up from the Corpse Pit. Wu Jingye stood firm against a third of the Corpses. With his right hand gripping the Peach Wood Sword, he swung it down at the neck of a nearby Corpse. The blade struck true, and the Corpse's head was severed in an instant, its body collapsing backward, quickly trampled by other Corpses.
"These lingering souls just won't quit!" Wu Jingye's expression darkened as he pulled out a talisman and threw it into the Corpse Pit. With his left hand, he swiftly cast a Spell while chanting, "Separation Fire descend, exterminate the spirits, evil beings obstructing the path, turn to dust! Lingling, Earth Spirit, Supreme Old Lord, heed my command! Separation Fire Talisman, decree!"
As soon as Wu Jingye finished speaking, the talisman ignited in mid-air without any visible flame, transforming into fist-sized fireballs that fell into the Corpse Pit.
"Roar! I don't want to die! I don't want to be burned alive!" A cacophony of desperate screams erupted from within the Corpse Pit as the Separation Fire landed on the Corpses, igniting them with their own Corpse Qi as fuel. In an instant, one Corpse was engulfed in flames. Those burned by the Separation Fire thrashed wildly, causing more and more Corpses around them to catch fire.
In less than a minute, over a hundred Corpses in the Corpse Pit were reduced to ashes by the Separation Fire, creating a large clear area around Wu Jingye.
"Phew! I'm getting a bit old; my stamina can't keep up!" Wu Jingye wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath. Although he had taken out over a hundred Corpses in one strike, most of his magical energy had been depleted, leaving him unable to unleash similar attacks for a while.
"I hope these American Soldiers can step up!" Wu Jingye thought to himself as he glanced back. He noticed that the Mercenaries had pushed open the Bronze Door by half a meter; in two or three minutes, they would likely be able to enter.
The space around Wu Jingye quickly filled with more Corpses again. He withdrew his gaze and gripped his Peach Wood Sword tightly as he charged forward once more.
(End of Chapter)
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