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

"BOOM—!!!"

A loud bang was heard, even drowning out the thunder in the sky.

The bronze cauldron, which had borne the blood of countless wronged souls, finally succumbed to my combined attack from both inside and outside.

The fine cracks on the cauldron instantly widened, and countless dazzling black and red rays of light shot out from the cracks.

Immediately afterwards, the entire cauldron exploded!

Countless sharp bronze fragments, mixed with a thick aura of death, flew in all directions.

The wronged souls imprisoned inside the cauldron were finally released at this moment.

They did not dissipate, but instead transformed into a terrifying black storm, carrying endless resentment and anger, which swept across the entire altar.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

The first to be affected was the masked actor who was closest to the cauldron.

Ghost Face was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of black blood that stained the mask in front of him.

The eerie human face tattoo on the back of his head now emitted a piercing scream.

"My precious cauldron! My soul!!"

Ghost Face clutched his head and rolled on the ground in agony.

Those out-of-control vengeful spirits did not distinguish between friend and foe. Although they could not directly harm me, who was protected by evil energy, they hated the culprit who had enslaved them to the core.

Countless distorted ghost faces lunged at the masked actor, tearing at him frantically.

Around the altar, the originally ferocious black-robed corpse-gu people, as the bronze cauldron shattered, seemed to have had their spines removed, and they all froze in place.

Then it collapsed to the ground like mud, turning into puddles of foul-smelling corpse water.

"it's over."

I was panting heavily as I slowly withdrew the scalpel.

The effects of the scorching aura were rapidly fading, followed by a deep-seated fatigue and weakness.

But I dared not relax, because although that masked demon was severely injured, a malevolent cultivator of that level was still formidable even after death.

Just then, a series of hurried and orderly footsteps pierced through the rain.

"Group one, flank from the left! Group two, clear out the remaining enemies! Group three, follow me!"

It's Lu Yan.

With the outer defenses collapsing, she finally led the special forces team to the altar.

The rifle in her hand had disappeared, and she was now holding a blood-dripping peach wood dagger, its blade engraved with lightning patterns.

"Chen Yang! Are you alright?!"

Lu Yan rushed to my side and caught me as I swayed, her eyes filled with anxiety.

"He won't die."

I gently pushed her hand away, forced myself to stand up straight, and stared intently at the churning black mist in front of me.

"Don't worry about me, that guy's not quite dead yet. Strike while the iron is hot!"

Following my gaze, Lu Yan also saw the ghost face struggling in the storm of vengeful spirits.

At this point, the masked actor was no longer human.

His bright red opera robe was torn into strips, revealing his dry skin underneath.

The pale mask was half broken, revealing a horrifying face covered in sores and without a nose.

"I'm going to kill you all... I'm going to burn you all to the ground!!"

The masked actor stood up unsteadily.

Despite suffering such a severe blow, his aura did not plummet; instead, it radiated a kind of frenzied euphoria, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death.

He formed a hand seal, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from his dark eyes.

"Summon the ghost soldiers!"

With a roar, the yin energy that had been dissipating gathered again.

The ground began to shake, as if some enormous creature was about to emerge from underground.

"He's exhausting his life force to summon ghost soldiers!"

Lu Yan's expression changed, and she muttered something to herself.

At the same time, the wooden sword in her hand suddenly trembled, and the lightning patterns on the blade lit up with a dazzling blue light.

boom!

A bolt of lightning, as thick as an arm, appeared out of nowhere and struck the ghost face fiercely.

It is the Thunder Magic of the Righteous Path, specifically designed to subdue evil spirits!

Ghostface had no choice but to interrupt his spellcasting and roll to the side in a sorry state, dodging the fatal blow.

But behind him, the ground was blasted into a large, charred crater.

"Attack together!"

I gritted my teeth and once again mobilized the last bit of malevolent energy within my body.

Lu Yan and I exchanged a glance; our tacit understanding from fighting side by side many times meant we didn't need any words to communicate.

She took the lead, while I played a more mobile role.

Lu Yan took the initiative, her figure as fast as lightning, the peach wood short sword in her hand transforming into streaks of purple light, suppressing the Ghost Face firmly in place.

Each of her sword strikes carried a fierce, thunderous power, forcing Ghost Face to constantly parry.

Instead of rushing forward, I stayed on the edge of the battle.

I'm waiting.

Waiting for an opening.

Although the masked actor is now at his last gasp, he is indeed a master, with a variety of evil arts at his disposal.

While using his fine steel folding fan to block Lu Yan's sword, he continuously spewed black poisonous mist from his mouth, trying to force Lu Yan back.

"Ahem!"

Lu Yan accidentally inhaled a mouthful of poisonous gas, causing her movements to slow down slightly.

"Die!"

His eyes flashed with ferocity, and a row of sharp blades sprang from the edge of the folding fan in his hand, aiming straight for Lu Yan's throat.

It's now!

"Look at the knife!"

I shouted loudly, raised my right hand, and pretended to throw the scalpel.

The masked actor instinctively diverted his attention to block.

But what he didn't expect was that the real killing move wasn't the knife, but the black bone needle that had been hovering behind him.

Since the start of the war, I have never used the black bone needles or qi manipulation techniques in front of the masked actor; I have been waiting for this moment.

Controlling Qi!

Under my mental control, the black bone needle silently pierced into the center of the already festering human face tattoo on the back of his head.

That place was his Achilles' heel, and also the point where his two sides connected.

"Well--!!"

Ghost Face froze instantly.

The fan stopped less than an inch from Lu Yan's throat, but could not go any further.

His eyes widened, and his pupils dilated rapidly.

A soft, bubbling sound, like a deflated balloon, came from the back of his head, and a thick plume of black smoke billowed out from the wound.

Lu Yan seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Without any hesitation, she swung the short sword in her hand upwards.

"cut!"

puff!

A line of blood appeared on the masked man's neck.

The next second, a head shot into the air and rolled onto the muddy altar.

The headless corpse swayed twice before finally collapsing heavily to the ground.

The chilling wind around them suddenly stopped.

I let out a long breath, my legs went weak, and I collapsed to the ground.

The black bone needle spun in the air and flew back into my arms.

Lu Yan, panting heavily, leaned on her sword for support as she looked at the corpse on the ground, a hint of pleasure flashing in her eyes.

"Finally... this menace is dead."

She turned her head, looked at me, and gave me a rare smile.

"Chen Yang, we owe you a lot this time. If you hadn't destroyed that cauldron, we might not have won even if we had been completely wiped out."

Don't be too happy yet.

I waved my hand and pointed to the survivors around me who were still trembling.

"The real trouble is cleaning up the mess, and besides..."