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

"Chen Yang".

Lu Yan suddenly turned her head, her cold gaze fixed on me.

"Hmm?" I responded gently.

"Go in alone, and whatever they're doing inside, stop them."

Lu Yan's tone was decisive and to the point.

"The other side set up this formation in order to buy time."

If we are all trapped here, and what's beneath the City God Temple comes out, Jiangcheng will truly be finished.

This formation is too oppressive to our Taoist lineage. Following you will only make us a burden.

At this point, she slapped a talisman emitting a faint purple light onto the sword, and the peach wood sword immediately crackled with lightning.

"I led the special operations team here to form a battle formation and hold off these paper figures and evil cultivators."

"Go ahead and do it, don't worry about us!"

Lu Yan's jawline was taut, revealing a resolute determination to burn her bridges.

I looked at her face, which was wet with rain and stained with a few drops of blood, and remained silent for two seconds.

I know she's right.

My malevolent energy originates from the same source as the environment here, so it is least affected by it.

If I try to break through with them, I will inevitably be distracted by protecting them, and I will miss a good opportunity.

"it is good."

I nodded, my voice remaining calm and composed.

"Brother Zhao, protect Director Lu's flank. You guys be careful, don't engage in a direct confrontation."

"Don't worry, Advisor Chen, as long as I, Zhao Tie, have a breath left, this shield will not fall!"

Zhao Tie slammed his black iron shield onto the ground with a deafening thud.

I didn't say anything more and instead tensed up.

"open circuit!"

Lu Yan shouted sharply and swung the peach wood sword in her hand forward.

A thick bolt of lightning instantly tore through the paper doll formation in front, turning more than a dozen paper figures into charred remains.

The special operations team members immediately spread out in a fan shape, throwing various magical artifacts and talismans at the paper figures surging towards them as if they were free.

Zhao Tie was like a human tank, holding up the shield and stubbornly withstanding wave after wave of attacks.

Using the opening that Lu Yan had created, I made my move.

The evil pill inside my body suddenly accelerated its rotation, and a dark jade-colored evil aura instantly covered my entire body.

This malevolent aura was mixed with the lightning and fire power of the Nine Nether Lightning Strike Wood Heart. As soon as it left my body, the yin energy and resentment that tried to approach me were burned and made a "sizzling" sound.

I was like a black blade, cutting directly into the heart of the paper doll army through the gap.

Those paper effigies brandished paper knives, spears, and halberds and lunged at me, but they couldn't break through my protective aura at all.

I didn't even draw my willow-leaf dagger; I simply relied on the strength of my physical body and the impact of my murderous aura to forcefully carve a bloody path through the dense pile of paper figures to the main hall.

They were now less than thirty meters away from the tall white marble steps leading to the main hall.

Just then, the cool sensation between my brows suddenly issued a sharp warning!

It felt like being relentlessly targeted by a venomous snake.

At the same time, two enormous and chilling auras locked onto me from the shadows on either side of the main hall's entrance.

The Realm of Elixir!

Moreover, they are both genuine experts at the Dan realm.

I stopped and looked calmly ahead.

With two muffled footsteps, two figures slowly emerged from the blood-red light, blocking the steps leading to the main hall.

The one on the left is an elderly man who is extremely thin.

He wore a tattered gray robe and had sunken eyes.

His skin had an unhealthy bluish-gray hue, and he held a black banner about ten feet long in his hand, meant to summon souls.

The banner was covered with twisted runes drawn with dark red cinnabar, and as it fluttered in the eerie wind, countless wronged souls could be faintly heard wailing within it.

The one on the right is a fat man who is over two meters tall and has a body like a mountain of flesh.

He was naked from the waist up, his body covered in dense lividity and stitches.

He carried no weapons; his enormous fists were covered in stiff black hairs and emitted a nauseating smell of preservatives.

These two individuals, one specializing in insidious and vicious magic, and the other having cultivated himself into a body cultivator who was half-human and half-corpse.

Their aura was deep and profound, and they definitely didn't seem like the kind of half-baked individuals who had been forcibly elevated through drugs or evil magic.

Rather, they were Dan Realm experts who had truly crossed that threshold.

"Young man, don't be so murderous."

The thin old man gently shook the soul-summoning banner in his hand, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

"That place is no good now. If you go in now, you'll only be throwing your life away."

Why don't you stay and chat with this old man?

I looked at them, my right thumb gently stroking the handle of the scalpel, my tone still mild:

"The two seniors are blocking your way here, so it seems that what's inside is very important to you."

However, I'm not a big fan of chatting.

"Excuse me, may I?"

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

The fat man snorted coldly, a cruel smile appearing on his fleshy face.

"You old bastard, stop wasting your breath on him."

The lord of the cauldron said that anyone who dares to approach the main hall tonight will be killed without mercy.

This kid has so much energy and vitality; he's perfect for nourishing my body!

Before he could finish speaking, the fat man stomped his foot on the ground.

"Bang!"

The hard white marble floor tiles were instantly crushed under his feet.

His massive body displayed a terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size, hurtling towards me with a violent gust of wind.

Almost at the same time, the thin old man also made his move.

He suddenly waved the soul-summoning banner, and the surrounding yin energy was instantly drained away.

The yin energy instantly transformed into five pitch-black ghost claws, silently grabbing at my vital points from five different tricky angles.

One is far away, the other is near; their movements complement each other perfectly.

Facing the combined attack of two equally skilled opponents, I was now on high alert.

I took a deep breath, and the murderous aura within me erupted in an instant.

As I took a half step forward with my left foot, I exerted force from my waist, causing a massive amount of malevolent energy to instantly gather on my left arm.

"boom!"

I didn't use any fancy moves. I simply raised my left fist and smashed it head-on into the fat man's fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

Two fists, one large and one small, collided violently in mid-air.

A visible shockwave emanated from the two of us and spread violently outwards, sending all the paper figures within a dozen meters flying.

With my fists clapping together, I felt as if I had punched a solid alloy steel plate.

The enormous recoil force traveled up my left arm, making my blood surge.

This fat man's physical strength is actually several times tougher than the living dragon corpse I encountered before.

But the fat man wasn't having an easy time either.

The fiery energy from my fist entered his meridians directly through the point of contact.

A puff of white smoke instantly rose from his ashen skin, and he let out a painful groan.

My punch actually forced its massive body back half a step.

Just as I was locked in a fierce battle with the fat man, the skinny old man's five ghostly claws were already closing in on my back and sides.