What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

Who are you?

The middle-aged man steadied himself, staring intently at Li Qing, his eyes filled with apprehension.

Although that attack was just a test, the fact that it could draw upon the earth's energy to neutralize his attack shows that he was no ordinary person.

"I?"

Li Qing turned around, casually brushed the dust off his clothes, held the compass in one hand, put the other hand in his pocket, and looked at the other person with an irritating expression.

"I will not change my name or surname. I am Li Qing, a feng shui master."

He pointed to the chaotic tomb at his feet, then to the middle-aged man, his tone suddenly turning cold:

"This underground dragon vein was sleeping peacefully. You've been sucking up this piece of junk, messing up the earth's energy. Did you even ask for my permission?"

"Feng Shui master?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, his murderous intent intensifying.

"I only wanted to kill one corpse-stitching man, but I didn't expect another one to come to my door."

"Perfect, I'll refine you too, then my cauldron can level up another level."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a boastful tone."

Li Qing shook his head, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"Refine me? Do you know where this is? This is the northern suburbs of Jiangcheng, and beneath it lies a hidden dragon vein."

"You want to fight me here? Do you believe I can move all the mountains and rivers within these hundreds of miles and crush you to death?"

After saying that, he stomped his foot hard on the ground.

"The earth dragon rises! Rise!"

Boom!

The ground of the entire underground palace instantly cracked, and countless streams of earthy yellow energy surged out from the cracks, transforming into earthen walls that protected me, Lu Yan, and Daoist Xuanzhen behind us.

Li Qing glanced back at me and said in a low voice, "Brother Chen, this old guy is a bit tricky. That piece of scrap metal in his hand is really strange."

"I'll set up a formation to hold him off, you quickly take these two... uh, these two wounded soldiers and retreat."

His gaze swept over Lu Yan and Daoist Xuanzhen. He clearly didn't recognize them, but since they were on his side, he simply protected them.

"Is he...your friend?"

Lu Yan caught her breath and looked at Li Qing's back.

"Yes, a life-or-death friendship."

I nodded weakly. "Li Qing, don't push yourself. This guy just absorbed the Corpse King's corpse energy; his strength is unfathomable."

Don't worry.

Li Qing chuckled, took out a yellow command flag from his backpack, and casually scattered it.

The command flags moved automatically without wind, accurately landing in the eight surrounding positions.

"I might not be able to beat him in a fight, but when it comes to running away and being a disgusting person, there aren't many people in this world who can keep me here."

The middle-aged man opposite him had clearly lost his patience.

"act recklessly."

The man snorted coldly, and the bronze fragment in his hand glowed green again.

This time, the green light transformed into a gigantic, gluttonous maw, with an aura of devouring everything, and snapped down at Li Qing.

"Water comes from the Kan position!"

Li Qing shouted, and the compass in his hand spun rapidly.

Suddenly, a torrent of underground river surged forth from the originally dry tomb chamber, transforming into a water dragon that crashed violently into the gluttonous maw.

Water and soil clash, and the energy flows collide.

The entire underground palace was once again thrown into violent shaking.

Gravel kept falling from above, hitting the yellowish-brown light barrier that Li Qing had erected, making dull thuds.

"Chen Yang! You son of a bitch! Stop standing there like a dazed fool!"

Li Qing gripped the compass tightly with both hands, sweat dripping from his nose onto the ground.

"I can't hold on much longer! This old bastard's stuff is too weird; he's drinking my life force like it's a beverage!"

I gritted my teeth, enduring the excruciating pain in my abdomen, and rushed towards the location of Tiezhu and Qianji, using both my hands and feet.

As I passed by the bone needle, I picked it up and carefully put it close to my body before turning around with difficulty.

In the corner not far from me, Tiezhu and Qianji were unconscious.

One of Tie Zhu's legs was twisted in a strange way, clearly broken.

Qianji's face was covered in blood, and his chest was still rising and falling weakly, but his breath was barely perceptible.

Meanwhile, Lu Yan was using her intact right hand to tightly grip the unconscious Taoist Xuanzhen, trying to drag him toward the exit.

"Don't worry about me...go help them..."

When Lu Yan saw me crawling over, her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible.

"The Taoist priest's heart meridian has been protected, so he won't die for the time being... Tie Zhu and the others... are more seriously injured."

Without saying a word, I gritted my teeth and crawled to Tiezhu's side.

This honest and simple man was as heavy as a dead pig at that moment.

I grabbed his collar and, with the last of my strength, dragged him toward the safe area behind Li Qing.

"Trying to leave?"

The middle-aged man sneered.

He hovered in mid-air, the bronze fragment in his hand radiating a brilliant green light, transforming into countless green tentacles that frantically rammed into Li Qing's earth energy shield.

"Since you're here, stay and become my nourishment!"

boom!

The bronze fragment suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.

The once indestructible earthen-yellow light barrier suddenly developed a crack.

A terrifying suction force seeped in through the gap and locked onto me and Lu Yan.

"puff!"

Li Qing spat a mouthful of blood onto the compass, staggered, and knelt on one knee.

"Damn it... we've really lost out this time..."

Li Qing gave a bitter laugh, and the light in his eyes began to fade.

"Brother Chen, it seems we're going to die together today."

I put down the iron pillar in my hand, preparing to forcefully activate the protective aura once more, in a desperate gamble.

Just as the green tentacles were about to wrap around my neck, an extremely sharp whooshing sound suddenly came from the direction of the underground palace entrance.

"call out--!"

Immediately afterwards, a silvery-white light sliced ​​through the pervasive dust and corpse aura, precisely striking the green tentacles.

"Sizzle!"

The incredibly tough green tentacles were severed in an instant.

The cold light continued its trajectory without slowing down, embedding itself directly in the ground in front of Li Qing.

It was a sword.

A Han sword, pure white and exuding a sharp, chilling aura.

The sword was embedded three-tenths of an inch into the stone, and the hilt was still trembling slightly, emitting a clear and melodious dragon's roar.

"Who?!"

The man in the Tang suit's expression changed drastically, and he retreated rapidly, staring intently at the direction of the entrance.

"You heretics, prepare to die!"

A loud, bell-like voice came, accompanied by heavy footsteps.

Dust billowed at the entrance to the underground palace.

Dozens of powerful flashlight beams instantly tore through the darkness, illuminating the entire tomb chamber as if it were daytime.

At the very front, two figures moved with lightning speed, rushing towards us in the blink of an eye.

The man on the left is a burly man nearly two meters tall, wearing a black tight-fitting vest, with a shiny bald head, and carrying a long iron staff as thick as a child's arm.

With each step he took, the ground trembled; the sheer power of his physical strength was terrifying.

The person on the right is a middle-aged woman wearing a white training uniform, with her long hair tied up and a stern face.

That Han sword from earlier was clearly her weapon.