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

At that moment, I noticed that the breathing behind me had become somewhat heavy.

Turning my head, I saw that Lu Yan's face was much paler than when she was outside.

The veins on the back of her hand, which was gripping the peach wood sword, bulged, indicating that she was circulating her inner energy to resist the invasion of yin energy.

Zhao Tie and the other special operations team members were also in bad shape. Several of the team members with weaker cultivation levels had their lips turning purple and were sweating profusely.

The array that hangs over the City God Temple clearly has a strong suppressive effect on orthodox Taoists and ordinary cultivators.

But I didn't feel any discomfort.

The evil core within my body was slowly rotating, emitting a faint, jade-colored aura of malevolent energy.

The malevolent energy of the Corpse Stitchers is inherently of the Yin and evil category, sharing the same origin as the Yin energy in this black mist.

It is even much higher in grade.

The black mist didn't suppress me at all; instead, it made me feel like a fish in water.

Moreover, the mysterious, cool aura between my eyebrows is continuously nourishing my mind.

This aura was like a beacon, dispelling all the illusions and resentment that tried to disturb my mind, allowing me to remain absolutely clear-headed.

"Lu Yan, are you alright?" I stopped and asked.

Lu Yan gritted her teeth and said coldly, "It's nothing, just a little bit of yin energy. It can't crush me. Let's keep going."

"Okay." I nodded, without trying to persuade them further.

I continued to lead the way.

Because of the obscuring black fog, I couldn't see very far.

Relying solely on the keen intuition brought about by the cool air, one could search for the correct direction to the heart of the City God Temple amidst the crisscrossing streets.

They had walked less than two blocks when a strange rustling sound suddenly came from the darkness on both sides.

The sound was like someone scratching a rough wall with their fingernails, dense and piercing.

"stop."

I uttered a single word and abruptly stopped in my tracks.

Almost simultaneously, the eight members of the special operations team reacted quickly and instantly formed a circular defensive formation.

Zhao Tie slammed the heavy shield heavily onto the ground with a dull thud.

"Three on the left; five on the right."

With my eyes closed, I sensed the subtle changes in the airflow and calmly reported the location.

As soon as he finished speaking, eight twisted black shadows suddenly burst out from the mist on both sides.

Those were several wandering souls and low-level corpse demons that had been completely corrupted by Yin energy.

Their bodies were a strange bluish-gray, their eyes rolled back, and their fingernails were as long as daggers, aimed straight at our faces.

But this level of evil spirit is not something I should be dealing with.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Tie roared, his blood surging.

He raised his shield and charged at the three corpse demons that were rushing towards him from the left.

With a loud "bang," the three corpse demons were sent flying backward by the brute force.

The sound of bones cracking was exceptionally clear on the quiet street.

At the same time, the special operations team members on the right also took action.

A team member wearing glasses held three yellow talismans between his hands, muttered incantations, and then suddenly flung them away.

The talisman transformed into three blazing fireballs in mid-air, striking the two wandering spirits precisely and instantly burning them to ashes.

Another team member, who was of small stature, pulled out a specially made long whip covered in cinnabar.

With a flick of his wrist, the long whip crackled through the air and instantly wrapped around the neck of a corpse demon.

Then, he pulled hard, and the corpse demon's head was severed, spraying black, foul-smelling liquid all over the ground.

Before the remaining two corpse demons could even get close, they were easily cut in two by Lu Yan's thunder-patterned peach wood sword.

A wisp of lightning on the sword's edge completely purified the Yin energy within the corpse demon's body.

The entire battle took less than half a minute, and was clean and efficient.

I stood quietly to the side, watching the special operations team skillfully clear out these spies, and I gained a new assessment of the Jiangcheng branch's combat effectiveness.

As long as they don't encounter any super-powerful monsters, this team is definitely a sharp blade.

"Keep moving forward, but be careful to conserve your energy."

Lu Yan shook off the stains on the peach wood sword and coldly gave the order.

We stepped over the wreckage and continued deeper into the direction of the City God Temple.

However, as we got closer to the core area, the situation around us began to change.

The black mist, which had been slowly swirling, was now flowing at a noticeably faster speed.

The mist formed small vortexes in mid-air, emitting a sound like ghostly wails.

The temperature dropped again, and even my breath turned into frost in an instant.

My keen senses allowed me to feel that the ground beneath my feet seemed to be trembling slightly.

The feeling was like a prehistoric beast trapped underground, desperately trying to break free of its chains.

Time seems to be running out.

If the enemy successfully breaks the seal, the entire Jiangcheng will become a living hell.

"Speed ​​up."

I quickened my pace and whispered a suggestion.

Just as we were walking through a narrow antique street, preparing to turn into the square leading to the main gate of the City God Temple, the cool sensation between my eyebrows suddenly throbbed violently.

An undisguised killing intent locked onto us from the fog directly in front of us.

I stopped in my tracks, my right hand already poised to draw my sword in an instant.

"Consultant Chen, what's wrong?"

Zhao Tie approached, shield in hand, and asked in a low voice.

I didn't answer immediately, but instead calmly looked at the dense darkness five meters ahead.

"Now that you're here, don't hide anything."

My voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly.

"Although this black mist can conceal your figures, I can smell the stench of blood on you from three streets away."

A hoarse, cold laugh came from within the mist.

Immediately afterwards, five figures dressed in black robes and wearing demon masks slowly emerged from the black mist.

They lined up in a fan shape, completely blocking our path forward.

These five people exuded a very sinister aura. Although they were not as formidable as the six Shadow Sect assassins who had ambushed me at the alley entrance, each of them emanated a genuine aura of bloodlust.

It is absolutely incomparable to those mindless corpse demons from before.

"The folklore bureau's nose is quite sharp."

The tall, monstrous cultivator in the middle spoke up.

"However, your time ends here. The Lord's great cause is about to be accomplished, and no one is allowed to pass."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four evil cultivators behind him attacked simultaneously.

They didn't use any magical artifacts; instead, they bit their tongues and spat blood onto their hands.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly formed hand seals.

In an instant, the surrounding black mist was drawn by them and transformed into four thick black chains.

The black chains lashed out at the ten of us with a piercing whistling sound.