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

"Force him out."

Li Qing sneered, took out a dark yellow command flag from his backpack, and then grabbed a handful of sand mixed with cinnabar and gold powder.

"He was born in the Year of the Rat. Since he likes to burrow, I'll give him a 'sealed land and locked dragon' punishment."

I've completely severed the underground energy channels, leaving him with no way to ascend to heaven or descend to earth.

After saying that, he looked at Lu Yan and said, "Director Lu, once my formation is complete, I will need to borrow your thunder magic."

"Pour it all into this hole! I don't believe this bald monk can withstand a bath in heavenly lightning."

Without any hesitation, Lu Yan's lightning-struck wooden token was already faintly glowing with purple light.

The electric arc jumped at the fingertips, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

"Three minutes," she said briefly.

"Special Operations Team, retreat ten meters and set up your weapons!"

Without further ado, Li Qing moved with lightning speed, instantly traversing the eight directions of the factory.

At each location, he would plant a command flag and sprinkle it with cinnabar and gold powder.

"Qian is three unbroken lines, Kun is six broken lines, Li is empty in the middle, Kan is full in the middle..."

He muttered incantations, the compass in his hand spinning rapidly, the needle trembling wildly.

As the last command flag was planted directly behind the basement entrance, the entire factory floor suddenly trembled slightly.

Suddenly, an invisible pressure surged from all directions, as if a huge lid had been slammed down on this land.

The yin energy and black mist that were constantly overflowing were instantly pulled back.

"Activate the formation! Lock down!"

Li Qing shouted and stomped his foot on the center of the formation.

"Buzz—"

A muffled thud came from the ground, and the eight command flags moved without wind, fluttering in the wind.

"It's done!" Li Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead and stepped back to my side.

"This basement is like a pressure cooker now, and I've locked all the gas in."

"Lu Yan, set it on fire!"

Lu Yan nodded, took a step forward, and stood directly in front of the entrance.

She took a deep breath, formed a complex Taoist hand seal with her hands, and her eyes became incredibly majestic at that moment.

At the same time, he began to mutter incantations.

As the incantation was chanted, the sky outside the factory suddenly darkened, and rolling thunder boomed in the clouds.

Lu Yan suddenly pointed the lightning-struck wooden token in her hand at the basement entrance.

"fall!"

"Boom—!"

A dazzling blue-white bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of nowhere and, following Lu Yan's guidance, plunged into the dark basement.

Then came the second and third rounds.

The thunder was deafening, and the entire ground trembled violently.

At the same time, a piercing scream came from the basement.

The previously suppressed black smoke, now mixed with a burnt smell, tried to burst out like a volcanic eruption, only to be forcefully dispersed by lightning.

"Such powerful lightning magic."

As I watched this scene, I couldn't help but admire it.

Lu Yan truly lives up to her reputation as a legitimate successor of the Zhengyi sect; her Five Thunder Orthodox Technique is indeed enough to make her invincible in Jiangcheng.

Just as the fifth bolt of lightning struck, an extremely angry roar suddenly came from the basement.

"Damn Han Chinese!"

"Bang!"

The concrete slab at the entrance suddenly exploded, sending countless fragments of stone flying.

A thick cloud of black mist, carrying dozens of figures, rushed out from underground.

"Fire!" Lu Yan shouted, but her voice was clearly weak and her face was deathly pale.

It seems that the lightning spell she just used had taken a toll on her.

At that moment, the special agents, who had been on high alert, pulled the trigger instantly.

The specially made bullets, soaked in cinnabar and black dog blood, poured out.

"Puff puff puff—"

The dozen or so figures at the forefront were instantly smashed to pieces.

By the light of the gunfire, I could see those things clearly.

Another corpse puppet.

"These beasts..."

The murderous intent in my eyes surged instantly.

These corpse puppets were probably innocent missing persons in life, but even their corpses are being used after death.

"Li Qing, hold the line. Lu Yan, protect yourself."

I let out a low shout, then flashed into the battlefield.

The willow-leaf knife in his hand twirled at his fingertips, and a murderous aura covered the blade like mercury, drawing out a streak of dark light.

A corpse puppet howled and lunged at me, its sharp claws aimed straight for my throat.

I slightly shifted my body to the side to avoid the attack, and then smoothly slashed the knife upwards.

"laugh--"

A soft sound.

I cut off the entire arm and half of the shoulder of that corpse puppet.

No blood flowed from the wound; only black, malevolent energy frantically eroded its dead flesh.

"Dust to dust."

I whispered something, then with a backhand stab, I plunged the knife into its forehead. A burst of murderous aura erupted, instantly shattering the control center in its brain.

The corpse puppet collapsed to the ground with a thud.

I didn't linger; at this stage, dealing with these corpse puppets was like entering an empty field for me.

I weaved through the horde of corpses, and with each swing of my blade, a corpse puppet fell.

These monsters, which are invulnerable to ordinary people, are as fragile as paper in the face of my malevolent aura.

Just as I was clearing out the last corpse puppet, an extremely dangerous aura suddenly erupted from the depths of the black mist.

"die!"

A dark red light, mixed with a foul stench, rushed straight toward my face.

It was a curved bone knife.

My pupils contracted slightly, and I pushed off with my feet, sliding backward several meters.

"clang!"

The bone knife struck the spot where I had just been standing. The hard cement ground was cut open like tofu, leaving a deep groove, with black smoke sizzling from the cut.

The black fog dissipated.

The bald, evil monk has finally shown himself.

He looked even more ferocious than I remembered him.

His monk's robe was tattered, revealing his lean, dark upper body.

The black snake tattoo that was originally on his bald head has now spread all over his body, looking like a living snake wrapped around him.

"It's you..."

The evil monk stared intently at me, his voice hoarse.

"That insect that spied on my spellcasting."

I stood ten meters away from him and shook the blood off my scalpel.

I scoffed: "Master, you're wrong about that. This is China, this is Jiangcheng."

"You came uninvited, and even killed people and made corpses; how can you blame the host for cleaning house?"

"Sharp-tongued and cunning!" the evil monk roared.

"Destroy my altar, break my curse! Today I will refine you into the strongest corpse demon!"

He slammed his fist on his chest, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto the bone knife in his hand.

The bone knife instantly glowed bright red and emitted a sharp whistle.

At the same time, the black snake tattoo on his body suddenly detached from his skin, transforming into a black shadow as thick as a wrist, baring its fangs, and shooting towards me with lightning speed.

"Chen Yang, be careful! This is the Flying Serpent Descent, extremely venomous, it kills instantly upon contact with blood!"

Lu Yan, who was some distance away, raised her hand and fired a shot.

The cinnabar bullet hit the black snake, sending up a string of sparks, but it only made it pause slightly and did not cause any real damage.