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

Among them were more than a dozen mutated corpse demons that were noticeably larger, covered in black fur, and exuding a strong corpse poison.

At this moment, they are waving their thick arms, tirelessly and frantically smashing the golden light curtain.

Each impact dims the light of the light curtain by a little.

Through that shaky light curtain, I finally saw the three people inside.

Lu Yan sat cross-legged in the very center of the light screen.

Her once clean and crisp black special operations uniform from the Bureau of Folklore was now covered in mud and dark red bloodstains.

At this moment, her hands were tightly clenched in front of her chest, forming the mudra of the Zhengyi School, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Bright red blood continued to seep from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin into the puddles on the ground.

That golden light barrier was entirely sustained by her overdrawing her own primordial spiritual power.

On either side of Lu Yan, two acquaintances were desperately clearing away the evil spirits trying to squeeze in through the cracks in the light curtain.

The middle-aged man on the left, wearing a slightly faded Taoist robe, is holding a peach wood sword that is broken in half.

At that moment, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the yellow talisman in his hand.

"Lord Laozi, by your command! Break!"

That's Fang He, an agent of the Jiangcheng Branch Special Operations Team, a descendant of the Maoshan School. We had worked together before during the Zhou Family Gu Case.

But his current condition is terrible.

Not only was the peach wood sword broken, but the right hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself to the extreme.

The Five Thunder Talisman, activated by the essence blood, only managed to blast a corpse demon that was trying to peek out back a few steps; it couldn't cause any fatal injury.

The one on the right is a thin young man.

He didn't use any talismans or magical implements; instead, his ten fingers were wrapped with thin red threads.

At the other end of the red thread were several palm-sized wooden puppets, carved with grotesque faces.

This is a thousand machines.

"Curse Kill - Limb Severing!"

Qianji suddenly yanked the red thread on his right index finger, and the left arm of one of the puppets snapped off.

At the same time, a demon outside the light screen, which was about to pounce, suddenly had its left arm severed at the root as if cut by an invisible blade, turning into a cloud of yin energy and dissipating.

However, the energy expenditure of such a spell is obviously enormous.

The moment the puppet broke, Qianji's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

He swayed and nearly fell to the ground.

"Qianji! Don't use your curse recklessly! Protect Director Lu!"

Fang He brandished his broken sword while shouting anxiously.

"These beasts keep multiplying as we kill them; the key to the formation must be nearby! But we don't even have the strength to break out now!"

Qianji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile: "Charge out?"

Master Fang, look at those huge black-haired corpse demons outside. As soon as we leave Lu Ju's formation, we'll be torn to shreds in less than ten seconds.

"We're probably going to lose tonight."

Lu Yan, who was at the center of the formation, remained silent.

She just gritted her teeth, her cold eyes revealing a resolute determination to rather die than bend.

I stood behind the tree, quietly watching this scene.

I didn't yell angrily, nor did I immediately jump out like a hero to stand in front of them.

My calm and even-tempered nature allows me to remain rational, especially in times of crisis.

Rushing in now could indeed save them.

But it would also trap me in a quagmire of being besieged by hundreds of corpse demons, causing unnecessary physical exertion.

I have a feeling that tonight will be very long.

"We need to help relieve some of their stress first."

I muttered something to myself in a calm tone, then slowly loosened my grip on the knife hilt with my right hand.

I didn't draw my sword, but instead let my hands hang down naturally and took a deep breath.

The cool sensation between my brows was brought to its peak at this moment.

The immense spiritual power surged forth like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the battlefield thirty meters ahead.

"go."

I murmured a single word in my heart.

The black bone needle placed close to his body and the willow-leaf dagger in his sleeve moved at the same time.

"Whoosh—"

There was no dazzling light, nor any earth-shattering sound.

Under the control of Qi, the black bone needles and willow-leaf blades transformed into two death scythes that blended completely into the night, silently cutting into the outer perimeter of the battlefield.

Outside the light barrier, the largest black-haired corpse demon, over three meters tall, was raising its fist, as big as a millstone, preparing to smash it down on the weakest crack in the Golden Light Curse.

Just as its fist was about to fall, a thin black line pierced into its left temple without any obstruction.

It's a bone needle.

"Bang!"

A muffled explosion resounded through the horde of corpses.

The three-meter-tall black-haired corpse demon didn't even let out a wail.

Its entire head, along with a small portion of its left shoulder, exploded into a cloud of flying flesh and black blood under the burst of bone needles.

The dark jade-colored thunder and fire aura attached to the bone needles was like a maggot clinging to the bone.

The wisp of lightning spread down its mangled neck, instantly burning the massive headless corpse into a pile of foul-smelling charcoal.

This scene happened so fast and so abruptly that even the few intelligent corpse demons around were stunned for a moment.

But the killing had only just begun.

The bone needles did not stop after shattering the first target.

After tracing an arc in mid-air, it pierced directly through the chest of another black-haired corpse demon next to it.

The same burst of energy, the same fatal blow.

Meanwhile, the lancet was not idle either.

Guided by my mental power, Liu Ye Dao did not touch those thick-skinned, high-level corpse demons.

Instead, they specifically target ordinary evil spirits and low-level zombies that roam the periphery, looking for opportunities.

The bloodthirsty, malevolent aura flowing along the blade is the most deadly poison to these sinister creatures.

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The scalpel weaved through the horde of corpses, each flash bringing with it a cloud of black, sinister energy.

The demons that were grazed by the blade didn't even have time to scream before they melted away like snowflakes under the blazing sun.

In less than ten seconds.

The horde of corpses surrounding the Golden Light Curse barrier was as if it had been slashed by an invisible, giant scythe.

The three most threatening black-haired corpse demons were blown off their heads by bone needles, and more than a dozen ordinary evil spirits were strangled by willow-leaf blades.

The previously impenetrable encirclement was instantly torn open, creating a vacuum zone five meters wide.

Fang He and Qian Ji, both inside the light screen, were dumbfounded.

Fang He held up the broken peach wood sword, his mouth slightly open, forgetting even that his tongue, which he had just bitten, was still bleeding.

"This...who was this senior expert who secretly intervened? Flying sword technique?! Could it be that a high-ranking master from Longhu Mountain has arrived?"