Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

Shang He looked at the Pure Yang Spirit Grass in Chu Sheng's hand.

It was heartbreaking; he had spent over a decade carefully nurturing that child.

Having painstakingly transferred the last wisp of Yin energy to the corpse, making it a flawless treasure, how could it be so easily taken away by someone else?

His brows furrowed, and he hissed:

"Hui Ji fought alongside me to kill enemies and retrieve the spirit herb. My breakthrough in cultivation was entirely due to it."

With that, he flipped his withered claw, revealing a fist-sized black skull in his palm.

Green flames suddenly burst into flames within the skull's eye sockets.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a thick, inky black smoke that shot straight up to the tip of the sword!

"Childish tricks are nothing compared to those wild cultivators of China."

Madana's wrist spun rapidly, the sword humming and creating a misty aura.

When the sword energy met the ghostly miasma, it emitted a hissing, corrosive sound.

The black smoke paused slightly, but still stubbornly continued to spread.

"The righteous energy of heaven and earth dispels filth and eliminates all impurities! Swiftly!"

With a soft shout, Madana made a hand seal with her left hand, and a flash of light appeared at her fingertips as she drew a line in the air.

The light transformed into a slender yet dazzling golden thread, instantly piercing into the center of the black smoke.

With a soft "pop," the black smoke, like a bubble that had been punctured, churned violently before quickly dissipating.

Meanwhile, the battle on Mao Xiaofang's side was even more intense.

After the Qing Shi had the Pure Yang Spirit Herb taken away, it didn't seem to react much, only pausing for a moment.

Then, it let out a roar that was not human, as if it had instantly lost its mind.

With a swift movement of his arms, the tattered Qing Dynasty armor on his body rattled as he lunged forward.

Ten long, black fingernails sliced ​​through the air, bringing a foul stench, and went straight for Mao Xiaofang's heart!

Mao Xiaofang's face was solemn. He took a step with his feet firmly planted, his body swaying like a willow in the wind, and he narrowly avoided the swift grab.

He swung his sword backhand and slashed at the zombie's wrist.

"clang!"

It even produced a sound like metal clashing!

The peach wood sword left only a faint white mark on the other's dark skin.

Mao Xiaofang's arm felt slightly numb, and he felt a chill run down his spine:

"The toughness of this zombie's body far exceeds expectations; it is indeed different from other zombies."

With a flick of his wrist, three Five Thunder Talismans appeared in his hand, which he then tossed forward.

It landed on the corpse.

"burst!"

Three loud booms shook the basement violently.

The Qing corpses screamed in agony as the explosion continued.

The iron armor on his body became the best conductor, making the Five Thunder Talisman even more powerful.

A burnt smell emanated from his body.

"roar!"

The corpse let out a miserable scream and angrily tore its armor apart, revealing a disgusting body.

The skin was covered with twisted, deep purple patterns, resembling scales rather than human skin.

Especially around the heart, there was a black scale the size of a thumb.

If Chu Sheng hadn't had such keen eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to see the black scales at all.

"Special Mission: Black scales of a Celestial Dragon have been discovered. Employee #168888 is requested to retrieve them."

The task that suddenly popped into Chu Sheng's mind made him pause, realizing that the company had been paying attention to him all along.

"What's the use of those black scales?" Chu Sheng asked.

"say!"

……

After waiting for a while, there was no response.

Unsurprisingly, like most companies, my company doesn't have a penchant for explaining things to its employees.

"A zombie with white eyes?"

Mao Xiaofang's pupils contracted, and alarm bells rang in his mind. He had eliminated countless zombies in his life.

I have never seen a white-eyed zombie that can rival a green-eyed zombie.

"Master, the scales on his chest are not ordinary."

Seeing Mao Xiaofang's confusion, Chu Sheng quickly spoke up to remind him.

"Scales?"

Mao Xiaofang quickly focused his magic power and eyes on the location Chu Sheng pointed to, where there was a unique black scale.

"How strange!"

He felt a chill run down his spine and instantly realized that this black scale was the core of the abnormal power of this mutated white-eyed zombie.

His gaze sharpened again, and he brandished the peach wood sword in his hand.

But his left hand secretly gripped three date pit nails that had been soaked in black dog blood.

Seizing the moment when Qing Shi hesitated slightly due to anger, he struck with lightning speed!

call out!call out!call out!

The sharp sound of the jujube-pit nail piercing the air was direct at three vital points of the Qing corpse: the center of its forehead, throat, and heart—especially the black scales on its heart!

The corpse seemed to instinctively sense the threat and roared.

Cross your arms in front of your chest.

Those jet-black, sharp fingernails suddenly grew several inches longer, as if made of refined iron, in an attempt to block.

puff puff!

Two jujube-shaped nails aimed at his head were deflected by his arm, sparks flying.

But the bullet aimed at his heart strangely drew a small arc in the air, bypassing his arm defense.

With a "ding," it struck the edge of the black scale with perfect precision.

There were no sparks flying as expected, and the black scales were struck the instant they were hit.

It trembled slightly, and a very fine ripple appeared on the surface.

The corpse convulsed violently, and the purplish-black patterns around its chest suddenly brightened for a moment.

It quickly dimmed again, releasing a strange, black aura.

"It works!" Chu Sheng's eyes lit up, feeling that victory was not far away, and he kept cheering for Mao Xiaofang.

"roar!"

The corpse groaned in pain, its eyes blazing with a deathly aura that seemed about to burst forth.

He resembled a mad tiger, accompanied by a foul-smelling gust of wind, his ten fingers like hooks.

He lunged at Mao Xiaofang without regard for anything else, his speed more than doubled.

Mao Xiaofang's expression remained unchanged, but his steps faltered.

He thrust the peach wood sword into the ground with a swift motion, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and his mouth spewing forth incantations like thunder:

"Five Thunder Messengers, mighty spirits descend, thunderous roars echo, your ranks are like clouds, swiftly capture demons and banish evil spirits! I am acting on the orders of the Great Emperor of the North Pole!"

As the incantation was performed, a wave of intense heat suddenly arose in the basement.

Faint lightning crackled and gathered at his fingertips!

This is a more profound lightning-summoning spell than the Five Thunder Talisman, requiring one's own magical power as the catalyst.

It connects with a wisp of righteous thunder energy between heaven and earth, possessing immense power but also consuming a great deal of energy from the caster.

Meanwhile, Madonna's battle with Uesugi has also reached a fever pitch.

Shanghe's black skull-shaped magic weapon was extremely troublesome.

The spewed miasma is not only highly poisonous and corrosive, but it can also conjure up all sorts of hideous ghostly figures to disturb people's minds.

Although Madanna's sword was sharp and her Taoist magic was exquisite, she was temporarily entangled.

Hui Ji hid in a corner, her hands forming a hand seal.

He continuously channeled the Yin energy that gathered from all around into Shanghe's body.

Obviously...

The battle between the two sides has reached a fever pitch.

Chu Sheng glanced at the countdown: "2 minutes and 27 seconds."

Time is running out; we must get the Black Scale.

Say it's too late, then it's fast,

Mao Xiaofang's lightning-summoning spell had reached its crucial moment. His body was enveloped in lightning, his sword finger locked onto the black scales on Qing Shi's chest, and he roared:

"Heavenly lightning! Summon it!"

Boom!

It was not a real heavenly thunderbolt descending upon the world, but rather a powerful and unstoppable surge of thunderous energy.

It transformed into a blinding, bright white bolt of lightning, heading straight for Qing Shi's heart.

This strike concentrated most of Mao Xiaofang's current magical power, and its momentum was like a thunderbolt!

The corpses seemed to sense a deadly threat as well.

He roared and gathered the surging Yin energy from his arms and body in front of his chest, trying to withstand the attack.

Just as the lightning was about to strike the black scales—

Mutation and regeneration!

The black scales flashed with an eerie light.

The air around the corpse's chest twisted strangely, changing the direction of the lightning.

"What?!"

Mao Xiaofang's face turned pale, and his breathing became slightly disordered. Clearly, the failure to fully execute his attack had taken a toll on him.

"Useless!" Shang He laughed wildly. "The Sacred Scale is the remains of a celestial dragon, with endless wondrous uses. How could ordinary lightning possibly break it?"

"Once it has absorbed all the resentment of the three hundred living souls here, the true Flying Yaksha will be born, and you will all die!"

Flying Yaksha!

Both Mao Xiaofang and Ma Danna felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

That is already an extremely high level of existence among zombies, and cannot be controlled by ordinary means.

"There's not enough time."

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth. The extra tasks the company had to provide must come with considerable benefits. He roared...

"Master, please restrain it for me!"

After saying that, he shot out like an arrow, darting diagonally and drawing an arc to get behind Qing Shi!

At the same time, he took the last handful of fine glutinous rice from the space compartment into his hand.

At the moment when the corpse was roaring due to the lingering power of the thunder magic, and all attention was focused on Mao Xiaofang.

He lunged forward and forcefully stuffed the handful of fine glutinous rice into the enormous mouth of the corpse, which was spewing out a putrid, yin aura!