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

The windshield wipers outside the car window were swinging wildly, but it was still difficult to clear the rainwater off the glass.

The streets of Jiangcheng were deserted at this moment, with only cars wrecked by hail and broken tree branches along the roadside, a testament to the calamity the city was experiencing.

It appears that the widespread power outage was caused by the weather.

Now all the traffic lights on the street are no longer working.

I was driving my Land Cruiser at breakneck speed through the heavily flooded streets.

With the terrifying dynamic vision and reaction speed brought by my Sha Dan stage, I repeatedly avoided obstacles and deep pits on the road.

The further west you drive into the city, the heavier the yin energy becomes.

I could clearly feel a strong sense of resentment permeating the air.

Under the headlights, I could occasionally see some ragged, contorted shadows wandering among the shops on both sides of the street.

Those are the lowest-level wandering spirits and zombies.

Attracted by the collapse of the earth's veins caused by the "Three Killers Hanging Upside Down," they crawled out from every dark corner of the city.

At this moment, they are participating in this carnival that belongs to them.

As the car drove through an intersection, I even saw a group of "ghost soldiers" dressed in tattered ancient armor and wielding rusty spears.

These ghostly soldiers were marching in neat rows, their steps silent, as they crossed the road.

They are the lingering remnants of the ancient battlefield, which, under tonight's extreme yin energy tide, have briefly coalesced into physical form.

If it were an ordinary person, no matter how brave they were, they would probably be quite frightened to see this scene.

But in my eyes, these things are nothing more than byproducts of the disordered energy field of the earth's veins.

I didn't provoke those ghost soldiers, nor did I slow down to clear out those wandering souls.

My goal is very clear: Jinxiuyuan and Lu Yan.

The Shadow Sect used Lu Yan as bait to lure me out of Tingyu Pavilion; it was indeed a brilliant move.

But they miscalculated one thing, which is my current strength.

They thought sending six experts would be enough to surround and kill me in the alley, but little did they know, they were just sending me six appetizers.

I want to see just how many tricks they're still hiding in that hornet's nest at Jinxiuyuan to use against me.

Fifteen minutes later, the Prado stopped at a corner two streets away from the Jinxiuyuan residential area.

The road ahead is completely blocked.

More than a dozen cars completely blocked the road ahead, forming a steel roadblock.

Behind the roadblocks, thick black fog, like boiling asphalt, completely enveloped the entire Jinxiuyuan residential community.

Even the powerful headlights couldn't penetrate that layer of black fog.

I turned off the engine, opened the car door, and stepped back into the rainy night.

The cold rain pattered against the trench coat, making a soft, rustling sound.

I stood less than three meters away from the swirling black mist, and I could clearly feel the thick resentment and death energy it contained.

Before stepping into the black fog, I raised my hand and pressed the earpiece in my ear.

"Li Qing, I've arrived."

I spoke into the microphone.

"There are traces of a magic array around the perimeter of the residential area. Proceed according to plan."

Li Qing's slightly distorted voice came through the headset, accompanied by a faint static: "I understand... You yourself... Take it easy."

"Um."

Without saying anything more, I calmly ended the communication.

Then, he lifted his foot and stepped into the thick, inky black fog.

The moment I crossed the boundary of the black mist, it felt as if all my senses had been forcibly stripped away by some invisible force.

The deafening sound of the torrential rain abruptly ceased, replaced by a chilling, deathly silence.

The surrounding temperature plummeted below freezing, and the black mist, as if it were alive, frantically burrowed into my seven orifices and pores, trying to devour the life force within me.

My facial expression remained unchanged, but my thoughts stirred slightly.

The evil core within my body slowly rotated, and a powerful internal energy carrying a faint aura of thunder and fire instantly surged throughout my limbs and bones.

The black mist that tried to invade my body was like snow meeting a red-hot iron the moment it came into contact with this protective aura.

After emitting a soft hissing sound, it turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated into the air.

Eyes are useless here; even the beam of a flashlight can't illuminate more than half a meter.

I closed my eyes and focused all my attention on the space between my eyebrows.

The mysterious, cool aura spread outwards like ripples on water as I activated it.

Soon, the once pitch-black world was reconstructed in my mind into a black and white picture composed of air currents and energy.

I saw the towering residential buildings in Jinxiuyuan Community.

In my perception, these buildings were shrouded in a thick layer of gray, deathly aura.

The ordinary residents who should have been fast asleep inside were now having their life force slowly drawn away by the formation and channeled into the operation of the massive underground formation.

The person who set up the formation was indeed ruthless.

If this formation isn't broken tonight, by daybreak tomorrow, there will probably be very few survivors left in this neighborhood.

But I'm not paying attention to those residential buildings now.

I am neither a savior nor a great hero.

Moreover, I know very well that as long as the core of the formation is broken, or the people who set up the formation are all killed, these ordinary people will naturally survive.

With the power of a mountain-shaking force activated, I began to quickly traverse between the green belts and corridors within the community.

Occasionally, a few wandering low-level vengeful ghosts would sense the presence of living people and try to pounce on them.

I didn't even draw my sword; I merely released a slight amount of the oppressive power of the Demonic Pill.

The terrifying aura of those in power caused the vengeful ghosts to let out a silent wail.

Then, as if encountering a natural enemy, they lay on the ground trembling, too weak to even run away.

After wandering around the neighborhood for about three minutes, I suddenly detected a very faint but unusually resilient fluctuation in the cool aura between my brows, amidst the deathly atmosphere.

That is the pure Yang energy.

"Found it."

I muttered something to myself, immediately changed direction, and headed towards the small square in the center of the residential area.

As the distance closed, the sound-isolating effect of the array seemed to weaken somewhat.

I began to hear dense roars, dull thuds, and a cracking sound like wood breaking.

After stopping, I stood behind a sturdy ornamental tree.

Using the tree trunk as cover, I fully unleashed my senses, directing them toward the central square about thirty meters ahead.

The situation was even more dire than Jin Wanliang's intelligence report had described.

In the center of the square, a semi-circular golden light screen, about five meters in diameter, was shaking violently amidst the wind, rain, and black fog.

The light curtain had become extremely dim, and its surface was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it would shatter like glass at any moment.

Outside the light curtain, at least a hundred corpses and evil spirits of various shapes and sizes were densely packed around.