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“Ultimate Earth, Mystical Arts Have Methods, Exorcise Demons and Eliminate Spirits, Three Pure Ones Bestow Divine Power! Spirit Severing Technique, command!” Wu Jingye recited the incantation calmly, swinging his Peach Wood Sword to instantly slay three Corpses. However, he trembled slightly, nearly losing his balance.
Wu Jingye had already dispatched over forty Corpses, and although he still had a quarter of his magical energy left, his physical strength was beginning to wane.
“Mr. Wu, save me!” At that moment, a Yin-Yang Master to Wu Jingye's left cried out for help. He was surrounded by five Corpses, two of which had tightly wrapped their legs around him while the other three reached out with bony claws, clawing at him.
This Yin-Yang Master was a man in his thirties with mediocre cultivation; after twenty-five years of practice, he had only just achieved mastery.
In the fight thus far, this Yin-Yang Master had killed over seventy Corpses, but his magical energy was nearly depleted. If it weren't for his youth and the Daoist Artifact in his hand, he would have likely been torn to shreds by the Corpses long ago.
Wu Jingye dashed to the side of the Yin-Yang Master. He applied a smear of Blood Demon onto his Peach Wood Sword and raised it high, aiming at the five Corpses.
“Ultimate Earth, Mystical Arts Have Methods, Exorcise Demons and Eliminate Spirits, Three Pure Ones Bestow Divine Power! Spirit Severing Technique, command!” As Wu Jingye finished speaking, a red light emanated from his Peach Wood Sword. The Blood Demon mixed with the red glow struck the five Corpses.
“Roar!” The five Corpses let out chilling cries as their bodies trembled. Gray Corpse Qi wafted out from within them; a gust of cold wind swept by, and in an instant, it dissipated into the air. The bodies of the Corpses collapsed to the ground, quickly rotting away into piles of white bones.
The Yin-Yang Master glanced nervously at the bones beside him and turned to Wu Jingye, bowing in gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Wu, for saving my life!”
Wu Jingye nodded and looked back at the other Yin-Yang Masters. Although they were still fighting off nearby Corpses, it was evident they were reaching their limits. What they could once defeat with a single strike now required five or six to take down.
Wu Jingye shook his head; he knew these Yin-Yang Masters were nearing their breaking point. “Everyone, don’t push yourselves! Let’s retreat to the Bronze Door together!”
“Yes, Mr. Wu!” The Yin-Yang Masters sighed in relief as they began to shake off the surrounding Corpses and hurriedly retreated toward the Bronze Door.
The Bronze Door had been pushed open more than two meters wide; although it wasn’t fully opened yet, it was wide enough for them to pass through.
“Dillingchar, we can’t hold on much longer! Let’s go in now!” Wu Jingye approached Dillingchar, slightly out of breath as he spoke.
“Mr. Wu, thank you for your hard work! We will go in right away!” Dillingchar nodded, his tone very polite. He had witnessed the fight near the Corpse Pit just moments ago. If it weren't for Wu Jingye and his team holding off the corpses, they wouldn't have had time to push the Bronze Door.
Wu Jingye and his team were the first to step inside the Bronze Door, discovering a vast palace that was as large as four or five football fields and towering several stories high.
“Bang bang bang~~” A few soft sounds echoed through the palace, and suddenly torches lit up on the columns, illuminating the entire space.
“Look over there! There’s a coffin! And it’s a Jade Coffin!” Dillingchar exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the center of the palace. Although his eyes were filled with greed from previous experiences, he did not act recklessly.
The surface of the Jade Coffin was engraved with clear dragon patterns, and under the torchlight, it appeared as if a giant dragon was guarding the jade coffin, looking extraordinarily impressive.
Wu Jingye was not particularly interested in the Jade Coffin; instead, he scanned the palace and suddenly noticed a gleaming golden cauldron sitting in one corner.
Pointing towards the golden cauldron, Wu Jingye asked Dillingchar, “Dillingchar, is that the Nine-Dragon Cauldron you were looking for?”
“The Nine-Dragon Cauldron!” Dillingchar's eyes sparkled as he followed Wu Jingye's gaze, eager to rush over. Just as he lifted his leg to take a few steps forward, a chill ran down his spine as if he were being targeted by a beast, and a sense of life-and-death crisis surged within him.
“Get out! Don’t dirty my king’s palace!” A chilling voice echoed from deep within the palace. A group of armored warriors emerged from the depths, wielding long spears and carrying swords at their waists.
These warriors were Low-level Zombies, numbering eighty-seven in total. Unlike the corpses outside, Low-level Zombies possessed complete consciousness and moved just like normal humans.
The bodies of these Low-level Zombies were as hard as iron plates, and with their armor on, their defenses were terrifyingly formidable. Even more frightening was that the weapons they wielded had been by their side for over a hundred years, infused with their essence and transformed into their unique Ghost Weapons.
The Daoist Sect has its artifacts, the Buddhist Sect has its Buddhist Artifacts, and naturally, ghosts have their own Ghost Weapons.
“You dare intrude upon my king’s palace? Kill them! Attack!” The Low-level Zombies shouted loudly, causing Wu Jingye and his team to hear phantom sounds of clashing weapons in their ears. The zombies charged forward like black arrows aimed at Wu Jingye and his companions.
“This is what ancient Chinese warriors are like! It’s terrifying!” Dillingchar stood at the front with a face ashen as death; he had lost control of himself in fear as he felt overwhelmed by the fierce momentum of the approaching zombies.
"Fire!" Captain Mike, the leader of the Mercenaries, reacted immediately upon seeing the army charging towards them, making the most correct decision.
The Mercenaries heard Captain Mike's command and quickly grabbed their Submachine Guns, opening fire on the group of Zombies. The sound of gunfire erupted as the bullets struck the Zombies, akin to hitting bulletproof glass; only a few pieces of armor were knocked off, but no substantial damage was inflicted on the Zombies.
"We need to go!" Wu Jingye also came to his senses at that moment. He pulled Dillingchar forcefully, leading the Yin-Yang Masters towards the exit of the palace. Wu Jingye's heart was in turmoil; he felt no trace of combat spirit within him—he just wanted to leave this palace, to escape this ancient tomb.
In a state of high energy, Wu Jingye could take on four or five Low-level Zombies and have the upper hand. However, the group of Low-level Zombies before him resembled a well-trained Zombie army, armed with Ghost Weapons. Exhausted as he was, facing them would likely result in his immediate demise.
"We're almost out of here!" Wu Jingye saw the exit of the palace just ahead and let out a long sigh of relief. At that moment, several Mercenaries were pushing against the Bronze Door, leaving a half-meter-wide gap just enough for one person to squeeze through sideways.
"Roar!" The Corpses outside the Bronze Door seemed terrified of something within the palace; they dared not approach too closely and merely surrounded it, emitting chilling howls.
"Why are there so many Low-level Zombies?" Wu Jingye furrowed his brow, filled with confusion. He glanced back at the Low-level Zombie army behind him and noticed they had already engaged with the Mercenaries, with a dozen Zombies pursuing them.
"Let's escape first!" Wu Jingye had no time to think further. He led all the Yin-Yang Masters, along with the remaining four Mercenaries and a terrified Dillingchar, charging towards the Bronze Door and into battle against the Corpses.
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