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

I loosened my grip on the bronze rod in my left hand and drew the short blade from my side.

After casually tossing it on the ground, I spat out a mouthful of saliva tinged with blood.

The cool aura between his brows was circulating wildly, desperately suppressing the violent desires that kept surging from the bottom of his heart in his wrathful state.

Although I killed one of them in just a few rounds, the remaining three did not show any signs of backing down because of their comrade's death.

Instead, they seemed to realize that something was wrong with my current state and immediately changed their strategy.

Instead of seeking a decisive encirclement and annihilation as before, they quickly created distance between themselves.

They then surrounded me in a triangular formation and began an extremely difficult game of cat and mouse.

The mage wielding a dark blue short blade moved like a ghost.

They always launch probing attacks from blind spots when my old strength has just dissipated and my new strength has not yet been generated.

Another body cultivator picked up his companion's bronze staff.

With his two weapons, one long and one short, he held me firmly in place from the front.

Meanwhile, the cultivator at the farthest distance was constantly releasing various insidious spells and hidden weapons to interfere with my judgment.

I was entangled with these three people like a persistent leech, and every time I tried to break through, I was met with the desperate obstruction of the other two.

"This is a bit troublesome."

I sighed inwardly.

The symptoms of the backlash from the demon were gradually worsening, and the frantic whispers in his ears were growing louder and louder.

Some distorted, blood-red phantoms even began to appear at the edge of my vision.

If I can't get rid of them as soon as possible, I'll eventually be worn down and die here.

While using my left and right hand daggers to parry the frontal attacks, I divided my mental energy into three parts, manipulating bone needles and two spare throwing knives to weave around.

During the struggle, I tried several times to control the black bone needle, to let it skim along the stalactites on the cave ceiling and bypass the three men's defenses, in order to launch a sneak attack on the middle-aged cauldron guardian who was sitting cross-legged by the ancient well casting spells.

If his ritual can be interrupted, the strategic objective of this battle can be achieved.

However, these three assassins seemed to have seen through my intentions long ago.

Whenever the black bone needles are about to approach within ten meters of the elder, one of the assassins will inevitably abandon all defenses.

They even went so far as to use their bodies to block the bone needles from piercing through my magical artifact.

The lightning and fire power attached to the bone needles had already left several charred and bloody holes on their bodies.

But they were like machines that couldn't feel pain, and they fought to the death without retreating.

Just as we were at a stalemate, a muffled rumbling sound suddenly came from the direction of the ancient well.

Immediately, the entire underground platform began to tremble violently.

I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye, and my heart sank.

The middle-aged guardian's spellcasting seemed to have reached a critical juncture.

His hands formed an unusually complex mudra, and the incantation he chanted became high-pitched and shrill.

As he moved, a huge phantom was slowly drawn out from the ancient well that was constantly spewing red light.

When I finally saw what this phantom was, the shock I felt was indescribable!

This caused me, who was originally in a state of being shrouded in demonic energy, to momentarily lose my composure.

That was actually a dragon soul that appeared to be semi-transparent!

The rumors about the underground Dragon Locking Well in Jiangcheng are actually true!

At this moment, the scales of that dragon soul shimmered with a faint golden light, but were mostly corroded by turbid black energy.

Its eyes were tightly closed, and it emitted low, mournful dragon roars, as if it were enduring immense pain.

What is most shocking is that several thick black iron chains are tightly wrapped around the dragon soul.

One end of the chain plunged into the darkness deep within the ancient well, while the other end was locked to the vital point of the dragon soul.

These chains look as if they have existed for countless years, their surfaces covered with mottled rust.

But whether it was due to the passage of time or the corrosive influence of the city's gloomy atmosphere, the chains had become pitted and uneven.

As the dragon soul was continuously pulled, the chains creaked and groaned, as if they would break completely at any moment.

"Finally... out."

The middle-aged man stopped chanting, looked at the phantom of the dragon soul in mid-air, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flipped his left hand and pulled something out of a blind spot where I couldn't see it.

It was a bronze fragment with an irregular shape.

The moment this fragment appeared, an ancient aura instantly filled every corner of the underground platform!

As I parried the attacks from several people, I stared intently at the bronze fragment, my pupils suddenly contracting.

This aura, and those fragmented ancient cloud patterns on it, I'm all too familiar with them.

During the battle in the underground palace, this middle-aged man once took out a palm-sized fragment.

He used this fragment to absorb the Yin energy that had accumulated in the entire underground palace for hundreds of years in a very short time, and even the corpse-evil energy on General Zuo's body was completely drained.

After that, Li Qing told me that it was very likely a fragment of the Nine Provinces Cauldron.

At this moment, the bronze fragment he was holding was the size of a football!

"Break!"

The middle-aged man shouted and poured his inner energy into the football-sized bronze fragment.

As he infused his inner energy, a layer of dark blue light instantly appeared on the surface of the fragment.

Then, the azure light transformed into a sharp bolt of lightning, slashing fiercely at the broken iron chains that were entangled with dragon souls.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

With a few crisp metallic snapping sounds, the already shaky chains broke and turned into specks of black light that dissipated into the air.

Freed from the chains, the dragon soul phantom let out a deafening roar.

Its massive body tumbled violently in mid-air, as if trying to break free from the constraints of this underground space and rush outwards.

But middle-aged people obviously won't give it that chance.

He held the football-sized fragment of the Nine Provinces Cauldron high above his head in both hands.

The blue light on the fragment suddenly intensified, transforming into a huge vortex.

A powerful suction force erupted from the vortex, locking onto the dragon soul phantom in mid-air.

They tried to pull it little by little into that broken piece of bronze.

The dragon soul struggled desperately.

But its resistance was futile in the face of this domineering suction force.

At this moment, the dragon soul's translucent body was being stretched and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

We can't let him succeed.

Although I don't know what will happen after this dragon soul is successfully absorbed, it will definitely not be a good thing.

"Get out of here!"

For the first time ever, my voice carried a hint of anxiety.

A dense burst of dark jade-colored baleful energy suddenly erupted from his left arm, forcefully repelling the body cultivator in front of him.

Then, I rushed towards the ancient well.

But the three of them were like stubborn plasters that couldn't be shaken off, and they pounced on him again without any regard for the consequences.

They used their flesh and blood to build a wall of sighs between me and the middle-aged.