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After witnessing the methods of Zhang Guanghua, my mind involuntarily recalled my brother, Shen Chunlan, whom I had sworn brotherhood with in the Ghost Realm.
As the next generation Gravekeeper, Shen Chunlan wielded the ancestral artifact of the Gravekeeper lineage, the Corpse Control Rod. With this artifact in hand, he could control dozens of millennium corpses and even summon the Ten Thousand Year Corpse King to fight for him.
However, there were some distinctions between Zhang Guanghua and Shen Chunlan. Firstly, the number of Corpses under Zhang Guanghua's control far exceeded the Zombies controlled by Shen Chunlan by more than tenfold. Additionally, Zhang Guanghua could completely manipulate the actions of those Corpses through his flute; even if he commanded them to march to their deaths, they would not hesitate for a moment.
In contrast, Shen Chunlan commanded his summoned Zombies in a more authoritative tone. If he encountered a Zombie with a cultivation level higher than his own, his commands sometimes proved ineffective.
Overall, Shen Chunlan followed a path of high-end combat power; if he could cultivate an Eternal Ghost King, eliminating these Corpses would be a piece of cake.
Zhang Guanghua, on the other hand, relied on sheer numbers. As long as he could control thousands of Corpses, he would stand a fighting chance even against an Eternal Ghost King. However, in this peaceful era, it was already quite challenging for Zhang Guanghua to gather so many Corpses. The idea of amassing tens of thousands was utterly impossible.
I turned to Ye Bihong beside me and asked, "Ye Bihong, is Zhang Guanghua an Exorcist? I didn't expect that their lineage hasn't lost its inheritance; it's quite surprising."
The Exorcist lineage thrived during times of war when many lives were lost. However, as times changed and peace prevailed, they lost their source of Corpses and gradually weakened until they almost vanished from the Yin-Yang Realms.
The spells used to drive away corpses and the dark arts for creating Walking Corpses all derived from the Exorcist lineage. No matter how skilled those practitioners were, if they faced a true Exorcist, once the Exorcist's flute sounded, those Corpses would break free from their control and be compelled by the Exorcist—that was the terrifying aspect of Exorcists.
Ye Bihong took a sip from the Corpse Oil Lamp in his gourd, smacked his lips a few times, and then grinned ominously. "Heh heh, Daoist, your knowledge is quite extensive. Indeed, Zhang Guanghua is the captain of this generation's Exorcists; he is now the last one left in their lineage."
During my conversation with Ye Bihong, only about two minutes had passed. At that moment, Zhang Guanghua commanded those Corpses to move in unison toward Hou Libang and his group behind me.
I turned to look at Zhang Guanghua not far away; a cold killing intent flashed in my eyes. I swung my Sabre a few times and sneered, "Heh heh, Zhang Guanghua, do you really think I don't exist? As long as I eliminate you, this Exorcist, these Corpses are nothing more than a bunch of lifeless bodies."
The Exorcists had one significant weakness: their close combat skills were severely lacking. They focused solely on cultivating the power of the souls within them, leaving no time or energy to train their physical fighting abilities. This flaw was evident in every Exorcist, and Zhang Guanghua was no exception.
As long as I could eliminate Zhang Guanghua, the Corpses would lose control and revert to mindless bodies. At that point, even if Hou Libang's group was outnumbered, taking down those Corpses would be as easy as chopping cabbage for them.
Just as I made a move, Ye Bihong also sprang into action. He swiftly brandished a seven-foot-long staff formed from Eerie Aura, blocking my path and preventing me from advancing even a step.
Ye Bihong tilted his head back and gulped down the Corpse Oil Lamp from the gourd he held, letting out a satisfied belch before tossing the gourd to the ground. He looked into my eyes with a feigned smile, grinning ominously as he said, "Hehe, Daoist, there's no need to be so murderous. We can discuss things calmly; there's no need for violence."
I glared at Ye Bihong, my killing intent intensifying. Furrowing my brow tightly, I quickly formulated a plan in my mind. A glimmer of determination flashed in my eyes; I had made my decision.
I turned to Hou Libang and the others behind me, speaking in a serious tone, "Comrades, hold on for five minutes. I'll take care of the rest. During these five minutes, all I ask is that you stay alive."
Hou Libang flashed me a confident smile, patting his chest as he declared loudly, "Jiang Ling, don't worry. Although there are many of these dead ones, with their skills, they can't kill us. Five minutes? Not even an hour would be a problem."
"Captain, just focus on dealing with those two bosses; we'll handle these Lolos. You don't need to worry about us," the others nodded in agreement. They understood the situation clearly and knew what needed to be done.
As soon as Hou Libang finished speaking, a Corpse charged toward him. The smile vanished from his face as he calmly swung his Sabre, skillfully redirecting the Corpse away. Meanwhile, the two allies who had teamed up with Hou Libang rushed over. The three quickly formed the Three Talismans Formation, encircling one Corpse.
The two in front drew the Corpse's attention while Hou Libang launched a surprise attack from behind, deftly dislocating the left wrist of the Corpse and rendering its left arm useless.
Seizing the opportunity as the Corpse attempted to turn around, the other two decisively bit their tongues and spat Tongue Blood onto the Corpse's Left Eye and throat. At that moment, the two droplets of Tongue Blood erupted with intense Yang Qi, instantly shattering the Corpse's ghostly form. Black Ghostly Aura began to waft from those two spots.
Seeing that the Corpse's ghostly form had been destroyed, a glint of killing intent flashed in their eyes. They exchanged glances and tightened their grips on their Sabres before lunging toward the Corpse's Left Eye and throat while shouting loudly, "Die!"
The sharp Sabre pierced into the brain of the Corpse. When the two of them pulled the Sabre out, a stream of white brain matter mixed with Black Blood flowed out from the eye sockets.
"Roar! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Hou Libang and his two companions had just dealt with one Corpse when five more lunged at them, and the situation suddenly became perilous.
(End of Chapter)
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