Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The smell of gunpowder had not yet dissipated on Broken Soul Cliff.

Gu Ling'er excitedly ran back and forth between the catapults, her little face covered in soot, like a kitten that had just crawled out of a chimney.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo! We won!"

She ran to Lin Mo's side and excitedly shook his arm.

"Look, look, they ran away! They were so scared they ran for their lives! They ran faster than rabbits!"

Lin Mo put down the telescope, a smile on his face.

He patted Gu Ling'er's head.

"Don't rush, it's not over yet. The work needs to be done cleanly; those ladders haven't been dealt with yet."

Lin Mo turned around, about to give new instructions to the equally excited craftsmen.

But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a strange change in the chaotic rout below.

The soldiers who had scattered and fled seemed to have... stopped a bit?

"Um?"

Lin Mo's brow twitched, and he raised the telescope again.

In the distance, at the very back of the fleeing army, amidst the ravaged ruins, figures were slowly and stiffly rising from the ground.

It wasn't the wounded soldier struggling; the movements were more like those of a marionette controlled by invisible threads, standing up stiffly, one pause after another.

"Oh, there's an encore?"

Lin Mo muttered something to himself, initially not paying much attention.

Perhaps it was Xia Yuan's supervisory team that played a role, forcibly organizing a suicide squad in an attempt to counterattack?

But he soon discovered that things were not like that at all.

The number of those "soldiers" who stood up was increasing.

Hundreds, thousands...

They rose from the pool of blood, crawled out of the pile of corpses, their movements stiff and their postures contorted as if they were not alive.

Moreover, after they stood up, they did not chase after their fleeing comrades.

Instead, they all turned around in unison, facing the direction of Broken Soul Cliff.

Gu Ling'er also noticed the unusual situation below. She ran to Lin Mo's side and curiously stood on tiptoe.

"Lin Mo, what are they doing? Why aren't they running anymore?"

Lin Mo did not answer. He stared intently at the scene in the telescope, a strange chill rising in his heart.

Those things...

not human.

Their movements were so strange; they looked more like convulsing than running.

The limbs swung wildly at an abnormal angle, yet at an astonishing speed!

"Hoh—ah—!!!"

A roar that was not human, mixed with countless howls, could be faintly heard on the wind even from a hundred miles away.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of strange figures, like a pack of mad dogs unleashed from their cages, charged toward the cliff face of Broken Soul Cliff!

"Holy crap! What's going on?"

Even Lin Mo couldn't help but swear.

However, what he saw the next second made his scalp tingle instantly.

Those inhuman, ghostly creatures ran wildly to the foot of the cliff without stopping for a moment.

They lunged straight at the almost vertical rock face!

They stretched out their hands, their fingernails digging into the cracks in the rocks, causing them to instantly twist and crumble!

A guy's finger scraped across the hard rock, his nail flying off instantly, leaving a bloody mess.

A monster's fingers scratched across the hard rock, leaving several bloody marks, but it seemed to feel no pain, and continued to climb upwards with its mangled finger bones.

Another monster lost its footing and fell straight down from a height of more than ten meters, its head hitting the rocks below with a dull thud like a rotten watermelon.

But after only a two-second pause, the corpse with half its head collapsed actually stood up again, swaying, and continued to climb upwards with unwavering determination.

In a short period of time, the entire area below the cliff was filled with these densely packed "living corpses"!

They stepped on the heads of those below, grabbed the bodies of their companions, and surged upwards like a swarm of disturbed ants, layer upon layer, fearlessly.

"Lin Mo..."

As the monsters climbed higher and higher, Gu Ling'er could see the situation below. Her voice trembled slightly, and her face had lost all color.

Even she, who fears nothing, was terrified by the hellish scene before her.

"What...what the hell are those things?"

Sorcery? Evil magic?

There's actually such a monster hiding in Xia Yuan's army!

Something's not right!

Lin Mo snapped out of his daze, grabbed Gu Ling'er's arm, and yelled at the other craftsmen who were also staring in disbelief.

"Master Wang! Quick! Everyone pack your things immediately! Retreat! Hurry!"

The old craftsman whose name was called snapped to attention and realized what was happening, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Retreat! Everyone, evacuate immediately!"

The craftsmen were in a state of chaos, and they all began to pack up their toolboxes.

But those monsters were much faster than they had imagined!

Lin Mo's heart sank as he watched the approaching black ant swarm below.

That's too late!

Without further hesitation, he swung his hand sharply at the heavy catapults!

hum-

Space distorted, and the catapult closest to him vanished into thin air!

He intends to reclaim all these precious items from the system space.

But just as he was preparing to collect the second one.

A hand, mangled and covered in blood, with only bare bones remaining, suddenly emerged from the edge of the cliff and gripped the soil tightly!

"Damn it! Too late!"

Lin Mo's heart tightened.

Then, the second one, the third one...

One of the "living corpses," with half its head sunken in and its eyeballs hanging from its face, was the first to flip up.

It scanned the panicked crowd on the cliff top with its empty eye socket, making a strange "hoarse" sound from its throat.

Immediately, like a cheetah, it pounced on the nearest old craftsman!

"Ah—! Monster!"

The old craftsman cried out in surprise, his tools clattering to the ground, and he turned and ran.

But his two legs couldn't outrun this tireless monster.

He had only taken two steps when the monster pounced on him from behind and knocked him to the ground.

"Pfft!"

The monster opened its mouth and bit down on the old craftsman's neck.

Fresh blood gushed out.

"Help...help..."

The old craftsman scratched weakly at the ground a couple of times, then fell silent.

"Old Zhang!"

The surrounding craftsmen screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.

More and more monsters tumbled up from the bottom of the cliff, roaring excitedly as they pounced on the living people. The cliff top instantly turned into a living hell.

Lin Mo's eyes turned red as he watched, and he was about to rush forward when he saw something even more chilling.

The monster that had killed Old Zhang suddenly stopped after taking a few bites of flesh and blood.

It slowly raised its head, and two tiny black insects, smaller than flies, crawled out of its nostrils and flew straight to the warm corpse on the ground, burrowing into Old Zhang's wide-open eyes.

The corpse on the ground twitched suddenly.

next second.

With blood still oozing from his neck, "Old Zhang" stood up straight from the ground in an extremely bizarre posture!

His joints made a cracking sound as his neck twisted to an angle that no normal person could possibly do.

He turned his gray and empty eyes toward his former companion.

"Hehe—"

Old Zhang opened his mouth and let out a roar that sounded inhuman, locking onto the figure closest to him.