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

At this moment, Wu You did not have time to stay and communicate with the person in charge of this stronghold.

He nodded slightly to the old man guarding the town with four golden bars on his shoulders as a greeting, then turned around, his silver-white light changing angle as he sped off in another direction.

The silver tornadoes behind them were still spinning in place, gradually engulfing and grinding the remaining corpses. It was only a matter of time before the remaining stragglers were completely wiped out.

It wasn't that Wu You was aloof or anything, but rather that there was another stronghold in the direction he was heading!

There were three deep underground domains and three strongholds in the three southeastern provinces. Now, all three strongholds are complete!

Before long, the third stronghold was right in front of Wu You. The familiar outline of the black cloud in the dark fog had emerged, and the situation was almost exactly the same as the previous stronghold: the black cloud pressed down on the city, gray and white dust flew everywhere, and the horde of corpses surged towards the city wall in layers.

The black tide piled up high at the base of the city wall. Small ones climbed up the wall, while large ones rammed against it. The white patterns of the city's protective ritual lights flickered, and the edges of the psionic shield trembled slightly.

Wu You did not slow down at all. He even raised the Pivot Sword during the flight, pointing the tip of the sword at a certain direction of the black cloud.

Having learned from the previous experience, this strike was even faster and more accurate than before.

He locked onto the location of the Lustful Corpse in almost an instant, and then the dark crescent sword energy detached from the sword tip and swept towards a certain spot on the edge of the dark clouds.

The Lustful Corpse Species reacted faster than the previous one—it clearly noticed the rapidly approaching sword energy, and the moment it sensed it, it began to mobilize the surrounding gray-white dust and ash to gather in front of it, trying to form a thick enough barrier to intercept it.

However, the grayish-white dust gathered too slowly, and its density was far from sufficient.

The black crescent moon paused briefly as it passed through the newly gathered layers of dust, the pause being so short as to be almost negligible, before passing through the boundary of the domain behind it and precisely disappearing into the sludge-like body.

The corpse creature shared the same bewilderment as its predecessor—how had its domain been breached? How had its physical form been locked down? How had its defenses been ignored? How had it died just like that?

But no matter how confused or unwilling it was, everything it had turned into a wisp of black smoke and drifted away.

Another streak of dark golden light emerged from where it had vanished, hovering in the air and undulating slightly.

Wu You raised his hand and used a bestowal ritual to store it in the spiritual dimension. Then, he pressed the tip of his sword down, and several silver-white tornadoes rose from the ground at the same time, churning and killing the low-level corpses that were still climbing the city wall like a whirlwind.

On the city wall of the deep underground stronghold in Lincang Province, a man with long, unruly hair and a black trench coat stood behind the crenellations, with four golden bars on his shoulders.

His hair was curled up by the dampness of the dark fog, his collar was not buttoned properly, and he was leaning on the edge of the wall, watching the dissipating black clouds and settling dust outside the stronghold, unable to react for a moment.

His mouth was slightly agape, and after several breaths he murmured, "Have any fellow cultivators at the Transcendent Realm or the Law Control Realm been freed up at the edge of the restricted area?"

The horde of zombies outside the stronghold was shrinking rapidly, the silver-white tornado acting like a highly efficient grinder, grinding away the remaining low-level zombies layer by layer.

Wu You was already flying back.

The total number of corpses at this last stronghold was much less than at the previous two, so he didn't even need to personally intervene; those few silver-white tornadoes were enough to clean it up.

But what truly made him decide to hurry back was something else.

Just now, while he was clearing the corpses outside the second stronghold, Tongming Sword Heart suddenly trembled slightly.

That feeling didn't come from the outside, but rather rose from the depths of my heart, like something gently touching the surface of an extremely still lake from below, and at the same time, an indescribable feeling emerged.

Is it some kind of hint? Some kind of premonition?

Wu You immediately looked up at the sky above—the sky above the deep dark domain was as dark red as ever, the black sun hung in its original position, and the light of the two stars next to it was still faintly shining, without any abnormality.

But he chose to trust Tongming Jianxin's intuition.

The alertness that originates from one's own state of mind is more reliable than what the naked eye can see.

Therefore, he chose to return to the Yunshang Province base as quickly as possible.

As for why he didn't hide in another nearby stronghold, Wu You also had some selfish reasons.

There are two main considerations.

First, Wang Qi, Gongsun Baizhan, Hu Lie, and Wei Lao were all there. No matter what happened, he wanted to be closer to his friends and companions.

Secondly, because of his presence, the Yunshang Province stronghold was able to defuse the zombie army's offensive in advance. The psionic shield and the city-protecting ritual consumed almost no energy. Compared to the other two strongholds that had been fighting for a long time, its defensive reserves were more abundant, and it could hold out longer if anything happened.

A silvery-white streak drew a rapid arc in the dark fog, piercing through layers of churning mist, passing through the teleportation portal, and landing back on the city wall of the Yunshang Province stronghold.

His foot had just stepped onto the stone bricks of the city wall, and before Old Wei could even ask him for details—

Huhu——

Huhu——

A strange gust of wind suddenly arose.

The sound of the wind didn't come from any one direction, but rather spread out from all directions simultaneously, as if the entire edge of space was vibrating at the same frequency.

Wu You's Clear Sword Heart trembled violently, the tremor being several times stronger than before, spreading to every inch of the surface of his Heart Lake almost simultaneously.

He immediately looked up, and then his pupils contracted slightly.

A pitch-black vortex suddenly appeared above the stronghold without warning.

At first, it was only a few hundred meters in diameter, and its edges were still rolling outwards and expanding at an extremely fast speed, changing every second. In just a few seconds, it had already covered all the space above the three strongholds!

Moreover, the color of that vortex was deeper than the darkness of the deep dark realm itself, as if a hole had been dug out of the sky, and deep inside the hole was a texture thicker and heavier than darkness.

It rotates, growing larger with each rotation, and the undercurrents at its edges spread outward like silent ripples.

A heavy feeling pressed down from the center of the vortex, settling on everyone's heart.

That dull feeling wasn't from sound or vibration, but something that pressed down directly on your consciousness!

It felt as if the entire sky had suddenly become ten times heavier than usual, and even maintaining breathing required more effort than usual!

At this time.

The voice of the God of Beasts echoed in Wu You's mind once more.

The hoarse voice had returned to calm.

He said only one short sentence: "The great one is coming."