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

"You wretched creature, do you really think you can turn the world upside down just because you borrowed a wisp of dragon energy?"

He snorted coldly, his voice laced with ruthlessness.

He didn't back down this time when I threw another heavy punch at his chest.

He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and a visible ripple spread out from him, instantly stabilizing his footing.

Immediately afterwards, his free left hand swiftly formed a strange mudra.

"town!"

With a low shout, the earth-yellow aura surrounding him instantly solidified, transforming into a suit of rock armor that resembled a physical object, covering his arms and chest.

boom! boom! boom!

My fists and claws pounded wildly against the rock armor, producing a series of impact sounds.

Fragments of my inner energy flew everywhere, but my ferocious power, enough to instantly kill a Dan Realm assassin, could no longer force him back even half a step.

He was like a rock standing firm in the raging storm, blocking all my attacks no matter how frantically I attacked.

After blocking more than a dozen of my attacks, which were like a storm, a fierce glint flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

After forcing me back several steps with a full-force attack, he took a deep breath.

Then, the football-sized fragment of the Nine Provinces Cauldron that he was holding in his right hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light.

At this moment, he was continuously injecting his internal energy into the fragments.

"The weight of the Nine Provinces is not something you ants can shake! Defend it!"

As he shouted, the ancient cloud patterns on the broken bronze fragment seemed to come alive.

An ancient aura, carrying absolute suppressive power, instantly enveloped the entire cave.

In mid-air, the azure light rapidly condensed.

Then, it transformed into a phantom image of a bronze cauldron that was over three meters tall.

The illusory image of the giant cauldron, carrying an aura of suppressing everything, crashed down from above my head.

boom!

The moment the giant cauldron pressed down, I felt as if I were carrying an entire Mount Tai on my back.

My physical body, which had been strengthened to the extreme by the power of the dragon soul, let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain under the suppression of the laws belonging to this ancient artifact.

Faced with this immense pressure, my knees buckled and slammed heavily onto the ground.

It even smashed two deep dents into the hard bluestone slab.

"roar!"

I let out a roar, desperately raising my hands upwards in an attempt to resist the invisible bronze cauldron.

The dragon soul phantom within my body seemed to sense the power that had once imprisoned it, and it surged wildly through my meridians, trying to help me share the burden.

However, the gap in strength and the absolute dominance in the level of magical artifacts cannot be bridged by a moment of rage.

The middle-aged elder stood less than five meters away from me, maintaining the mudra with one hand, looking down at me.

His eyes held no emotion, only the purest killing intent.

Faced with my resistance, he is continuously increasing the output of the Nine Provinces Cauldron fragments.

They were preparing to completely suppress and crush me, along with the wisp of dragon soul within me.

At that moment, I felt my spine bending little by little.

Every muscle in my body was tearing, and blood was seeping out from my pores, turning me into a blood-soaked mess.

Most fatally, the string in my mind called "consciousness" has been stretched to the brink of breaking in this extreme pain and rage.

The blood-red world before my eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by large patches of black.

The roar of the dragon soul, the cold snort of the middle-aged man, and the whistling of the air all began to become distant and indistinct.

Just as my consciousness was about to completely slide into an endless abyss.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound came from the direction of the dilapidated door.

It was the shriek of something extremely sharp, forcefully cutting through the air.

The next second, two dusty figures rushed into the underground platform like ghosts.

Leading the charge was a tall man with a scar on his face.

He was wearing a rain-soaked overcoat and holding a long, black sword without a guard upside down in his hand.

It was Lei Zhenshan.

The moment he stepped inside, his gaze instantly locked onto me, who was being firmly suppressed to the ground by the illusory image of the bronze cauldron, and the middle-aged man standing not far from me.

Then, with a sudden burst of strength, he instantly covered a distance of tens of meters.

At the same time, the black longsword in his hand slashed through the air.

With a sharp sword intent that seemed capable of cutting through everything, it fiercely slashed at the illusory bronze cauldron pressing down on my head.

"break!"

Lei Zhenshan gave a low shout.

when!

A crisp, metallic clang echoed through the cave.

The bronze cauldron phantom, formed from the power of fragments of the Nine Provinces Cauldron and which even I in my berserk state could not budge an inch, actually trembled violently under Lei Zhenshan's earth-shattering sword strike.

Immediately afterwards, a visible crack spread rapidly from where the sword had struck.

A muffled thud.

The illusory image of the bronze cauldron shattered with a crash, turning into countless blue light spots that dissipated into the air.

The terrifying pressure that had been pressing down on me vanished instantly.

The middle-aged man who cast the spell also suffered a backlash of power the moment the phantom was shattered.

He groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

My body staggered backward three or four steps before I could barely regain my balance.

He raised his head, his eyes revealing an extremely solemn expression for the first time, staring intently at the sword-wielding man blocking my way.

"Lei Zhenshan..."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and uttered the name.

Lei Zhenshan ignored him, merely flicked his wrist, twirled his sword, and pointed the black longsword diagonally at the ground, coldly staring at his opponent.

Just as Lei Zhenshan repelled the elder with a single blow, saving me from the brink of death, another figure slowly walked in.

He was a thin, hunched old man dressed in a Tang suit.

I also know this old man.

It was Tiangong, the top expert from the Folklore Bureau.

Faced with this underground platform where tensions were high and a massive battle could erupt at any moment, Tiangong remained unusually calm, even indifferent.

He completely ignored Lei Zhenshan and the elder guarding the cauldron who were facing off, and didn't even glance at me, who was covered in blood and lying on the ground.

Instead, it bypassed the center of the battlefield and headed straight for the ancient well that was still emitting red light.

He stood at the edge of the well, peered inside and carefully observed it, muttering some technical terms that were incomprehensible to others.

I knelt on the cold bluestone slab, panting heavily.

Looking at the broad back blocking my way, and the gaunt old man in the distance who seemed detached from everything.

The insane instinct that had been driving me to endless killing vanished without a trace, like a deflated balloon, once I felt a sense of security.