The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

In the real world, in Yunshang Province, in Dayun City.

Due to the burst of energy beams, the helicopter was forced to land in an open area two blocks away from the Fireworks Building.

The propeller was still slowly slowing down overhead, its blades kicking up dust from the ground and covering everyone in a thin layer of dust.

When Hua Linlin jumped out of the cabin door, the soles of her boots made a soft rustling sound as they stepped on the broken bricks and loose soil.

She looked up and saw towering pillars of light of all sizes standing not far ahead. Some were as thick as an entire building, while others were only as thick as an arm. Each one emanated a strong energy fluctuation and carried a dense, almost pungent, aura of the dark domain.

Those beams of light made Hua Linlin pause for a moment.

She wasn't shocked by the intensity of the energy, but rather, the moment she saw them, the scene of the Lanhe God's descent involuntarily flashed back into her mind.

There were also pillars of light, and that chilling aura of darkness seeped into the air. A black-clad figure descended from the sky and arrived in front of her at the last moment.

Those images overlapped in my mind, like two negatives superimposed on the same photographic paper, with some parts overlapping.

Just then, the voice in her earpiece pulled her out of those images.

"Urgent mission received!"

"All team members, assemble immediately!"

It was the voice of the support team leader, speaking very quickly.

Hua Linlin snapped out of her daze, turned around, and strode towards where everyone was gathered.

The support team leader's gaze swept over everyone, his speech still rapid:

"We have received an urgent mission concerning the safety of the three southeastern provinces."

"We must plug those escalating ritual bottlenecks as soon as possible!"

"The specific rituals required for the mission have been sent to your mobile devices."

"Now, according to the team's pre-arranged structure, one silver-badge torchbearer will lead three bronze-badge torchbearers, and they will disperse!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the previously orderly formation split into five smaller teams, each heading off in a different direction.

Hua Linlin followed the silver-badge torchbearer of her team and immediately started jogging. Her black trench coat made a soft rustling sound as she ran, and the sound of her boots hitting the concrete pavement created a rapid rhythm.

They chose the nearest beam of light as their target, about 400 meters away. After turning a street corner and going through a narrow alley, they arrived.

In the residential area near the fireworks building, the noise from the bursts of light had already drawn everyone's attention.

Several people were crowded on the balcony of a residential building facing the street. Some were taking pictures with their mobile phones, while others leaned against the railing with their necks craned back, mouths open, their eyes sliding from the top of the beam of light to the bottom, their expressions varied.

"What the hell is that?!" A middle-aged woman in pajamas grabbed the railing, her shrill voice carrying across half the street.

"I knew it, there must be aliens!" A young man next to him pushed his phone camera to its furthest zoom, still trying to focus on the part of the beam of light that disappeared into the clouds.

A bearded man stood behind his window, hands on his hips, and said with a deep expression, "Is the spiritual energy about to revive? Is the great era of cultivation finally about to begin?"

From the rooftop across the street, someone shouted loudly in that direction, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it!"

A figure leaned out from a window further away, his hair disheveled, his voice filled with excitement: "It seems my identity as an Immortal Emperor can no longer be hidden."

But not everyone is just watching the spectacle.

In a building slightly on the outskirts, someone didn't look at the beam of light. Instead, their gaze fell on a group of figures in black trench coats rapidly approaching a beam of light, and their brows furrowed.

"That's not right," he whispered to the person next to him, "Isn't there a lockdown now? How come there are still people wandering around outside?"

Another person nearby, who seemed to know a bit more, chimed in: "All in a black trench coat, so mysterious—they must be the Dragon Group, secretly carrying out a clandestine mission!"

A third voice chimed in, much lower in tone, carrying a somber tone that was hard to define—a mix of worry and wariness: "I hope everything's alright..."

. . .

The team had reached the exit of the narrow alley.

Hua Linlin followed three steps behind the silver-bearer, her breathing steady, her gaze fixed on the bottom of the pillar of light in front of her.

Just then, the silver-badged torchbearer in front suddenly raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and stopped abruptly:

"Stop! Be on alert!"

Hua Linlin stopped in her tracks the moment she heard the first word.

Then her gaze swept towards the base of the pillar of light—several wisps of black smoke were rising from the cracks in the ground beside the pillar, as if something was seeping out from the depths of the earth, and then gradually took shape, slowly drifting in the air.

"It's a monstrous offspring of lust!"

Not only that, but several humanoid creatures with pitch-black eyes and a twisted aura also emerged from the pillar of light.

Thousand-Faced Corpse!

Hua Linlin's jaw clenched.

She stared at those figures, her mind no longer considering what those pillars of light meant. The situation was clear: to block that ritual node, these things had to be cleared away!

The voice of the silver-badged torchbearer came from the side front, quick and steady: "Time is of the essence!"

"I'll take care of those two level 5 ones first! You guys hold off the rest!"

Before his words had even finished, his figure had already vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, a pair of silver hands appeared in front of the two Thousand-Faced Corpse Species, which exuded a strong dark aura. The five fingers were spread out and pressed against their skulls.

Hua Linlin didn't pause at all.

With a flick of his wrists, the green light in his palms shone brightly, and two cracks suddenly appeared in the ground beneath his feet. Several thick roots burst forth from the cracks and quickly entangled the nearest fourth-tier Thousand-Faced Corpse Species.

Meanwhile, the other two bronze-badged torchbearers also used their abilities to attack the other Lustful Corpse Species floating in mid-air.

. . .

At the same moment, high above Jiangdong City.

A blond figure with a black halo swirling behind his head was speeding across the gray-green hills and sparse villages below. As he moved at high speed, the wind pressure pulled his blond hair back into a straight line, and the hem of his trench coat fluttered in the wind.

He was heading in a direction outside of Jiangdong City.

But then his figure suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The inertia of hovering caused his clothes to swing forward again, and his sharp, sword-like eyebrows furrowed sharply.

In the next instant, several figures appeared out of thin air around him. The edges of their black cloaks rippled in the air. The figure in the lead revealed a pale, bloodless chin under his hood, with a narrow and sharp jawline.

The blond bureau chief narrowed his eyes, his gaze lingering on the pale chin for a moment before sweeping around to the left and right: "If I remember correctly, in that Faceless Cult, only that so-called leader is at the tenth rank, right?"

The figure in the black cloak at the head bowed slightly, his posture like that of an elegant gentleman, one hand behind his back and the other lightly placed on his chest.

A cold voice came from deep within the hood: "It is I."

The blond bureau chief looked at the way he bent over and suddenly laughed.

His smile stretched wide, but his eyes held no warmth: "A rat is a rat, but just because you wear human skin doesn't mean you're human! And you're even bowing?"

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the dark figure below: "What, you rat leader, finally decided to come out of your hole this time?"

Before the other end could speak, the blond bureau chief shook his head to himself: "Perfect, you've practically delivered yourselves to our doorstep this time!"

Before the words had even finished, the blond bureau chief's hands lit up, and two large swords formed from golden light took shape in his palms. The blades were sharp and distinct, and the golden light at the edges trembled slightly, scorching the air with tiny ripples.

With a swift movement, leaving an afterimage behind, his true form appeared to the side of the Faceless Sect leader, his hands gripping golden blades, one horizontal and one vertical, as two dense golden beams of light, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, swept towards the leader's head and waist respectively.

The black-cloaked cult leader stood still, without moving an inch.

The golden glint was already at his ear, and the airflow it created had already stirred the edge of the hood on his pale chin.

But it merely shook its head slightly, then whispered:

"The domain unfolds, a realm of flesh and blood."