Terrifying Heavens: I Slay Demons by Painting Faces

Chapter 100 Strike

Chen Hengyi stood at the edge of the warehouse, staring at the entrance to the sewer below, which was filled with stench and darkness.

The sewage was murky and filthy, with floating debris, emitting a nauseating stench of decay and putrefaction. The stench was so strong that it was almost tangible, effectively obscuring the obvious stench of the zombies.

"Boss—" The wooden ghost's voice held a hint of hesitation, "The turbid air down there is too strong, filth has accumulated for many years, and the yin energy is mixed in, and moreover—the terrain down there is complicated, with many branching paths—"

Just as Chen Hengyi was hesitating whether to go down, a sudden gust of cold wind swept in.

The fire ghost appeared and reported that it had found traces of a zombie. Upon hearing this, Chen Hengyi rushed over to investigate.

Then he saw the same scene again.

The traces indicate that zombies emerged from the sewers, killing and devouring the people present.

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Hengyi frowned slightly. It seemed that some people were reluctant to leave or failed to evacuate in time, and were thus caught by the zombies.

At this point, the zombies stopped entering the water, and Chen Hengyi could see the residual vapor in the air, which he tracked down.

Chen Hengyi followed the trail all the way, and eventually they were about to go upstairs.

Until he saw a room with its door broken open in front of him.

Inside the room, a figure emanating a visible black aura was tearing at something on the ground like a wild beast. The sound of flesh and bone being torn apart echoed throughout the building, sending chills down one's spine.

Chen Hengyi finally understood. The zombie must have seen that after he evacuated the public housing residents, it didn't want to wait any longer and came out to find something to eat before it was completely dark.

Perhaps it wasn't that the zombies acted on their own, but rather that Ajiu was controlling them from behind.

Chen Hengyi had just taken two steps forward when, in the next instant, the zombie that was engrossed in its meal suddenly turned around, revealing a hideous and terrifying face—the zombie's face was covered in blood and flesh, its appearance filthy, like a gluttonous ghost that had run up from hell.

Chen Hengyi's brow furrowed, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally found you, running around everywhere—"

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The zombie roared, and its terrifying aura of death caused the temperature in the corridor to drop sharply.

Immediately afterward, the zombie abandoned the corpse at its feet and pounced forward like a ghost. Unlike traditional zombies that hop and jump, the whole process took less than a second, and Chen Hengyi didn't waste any time.

He wiped his face with his hand.

A face adorned with cinnabar reveals its sharp edge; phoenix eyes slant upwards with a cold glint; crescent-shaped lines are hidden beneath its brows; loyalty and courage ensure peace and goodness!

This is Guan Yu, the mask of the Holy Emperor Guan.

The opera robe was also completed at the same time. It was made of dark green satin with a bright red jade belt, and the collar and cuffs were trimmed with velvet. The body of the robe was embroidered with a blue dragon entwined with fire. It was simple and neat but did not lose its majesty, which perfectly complemented his tall and straight figure.

He held the Green Dragon Crescent Blade upright with one hand.

Thump—clang clang clang clang clang!

The Four Ghosts Drum Troupe also started playing drums and gongs the moment he changed his costume.

Chen Hengyi pushed up his beard with one hand, gathered his energy in his dantian, and shouted fiercely, "Slay!"

Just as the zombie was about to get completely close to him, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade slashed down fiercely. In the next instant, the heavy blade of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade seemed to have anticipated the zombie's movement, and the zombie was instantly crushed.

But what followed was a muffled thud, like steel clashing.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade struck the zombie's shoulder, and the latter slowly raised its head. Its face was filled with a brutal scrutiny, and its eyes revealed a fierce glint.

Then, a foul-smelling black fumes billowed from the zombie's mouth and nose, accompanied by a hissing sound. The zombie neither roared nor made any other movements, as if it were unaware of the Green Dragon Crescent Blade on its shoulder. Like a cold machine, it simply charged forward.

A tremendous force came from all directions, and Chen Hengyi was thrown back several meters as if he had been hit by a truck, crashing through two walls in succession.

"Damn, these zombies are way more ferocious than the ones Uncle Nine had," Chen Hengyi thought to himself, but he didn't dare to delay.

He looked up and saw the zombie lunging at him again, its fingernails like ten sharp daggers.

Those fangs looked as if they were about to tear Chen Hengyi to shreds at any moment.

However, Chen Hengyi simply raised his hand.

Dozens of kilograms of snow-white glutinous rice were instantly thrown at the zombie, crackling and popping like firecrackers.

The glutinous rice was stained black by the corpse's aura even before it hit the ground.

However, the zombies were temporarily forced back. The glutinous rice could not cause fatal damage to the zombies because they were now in a state where ghosts had been integrated into their bodies, and they were no longer just simple zombies.

The zombie shook off the glutinous rice covering its body, and Chen Hengyi patted the dust off his opera robe. The two simply stared at each other.

The air was still filled with music like gongs and drums, the vibrations coming from all directions.

As Chen Hengyi listened, his heart pounded, as if he had returned to a thousand years ago, like Guan Yu, facing the battle on the battlefield.

His blood was rushing, but his eyes remained remarkably calm.

The drum-like music amplified Chen Hengyi's power, but had the opposite effect on the zombies. Seeing that Chen Hengyi wasn't attacking, the zombies slightly shifted their bodies, as if searching for the source of the drum-like sound, but unfortunately, the drum troupe had no physical form.

The zombies are nowhere to be found, so where are the ghosts hiding?

Suddenly, a cloud of dust billowed up inside. Chen Hengyi stretched out his hand: "Give me the knife!"

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade, which was stuck diagonally in the ground not far away, suddenly trembled and shot towards him. Along with the crescent blade came a ferocious zombie.

The zombie's body was as agile as a lithe leopard; its joints didn't even stiffen.

It was rapidly approaching Chen Hengyi, but even faster was the Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

As soon as the crescent blade was in his hand, the flames of the play naturally enveloped it, and Chen Hengyi roared in a theatrical voice, "Demon, take this!"

After saying that, the Green Dragon Crescent Blade slashed down with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

Flames roared like dragons, their momentum was like a rainbow, and the wind howled, forcing the corpse energy to scatter wildly.

With a loud "bang," the zombie was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

Chen Hengyi felt the numbness in his mouth, but he couldn't care less at the moment. Listening to the drumbeats in his ears, he dragged the Green Dragon Crescent Blade with one hand, leaving a trail of flames behind him.

Before the zombie could get up, Chen Hengyi tensed up, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade forming a full moon in his hand.

boom!

He slammed the object down, sending up a cloud of dust and smashing a large hole in the floor beneath his feet.

The zombie and Chen Hengyi fell to the next level together.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, the two sides were already locked in combat again.

Each collision was accompanied by loud bangs and shockwaves. The surrounding area was like a demolition site, with houses and walls covered in knife marks and cracks.

Just then, as the two sides were fighting, a sound of footsteps came from afar.