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

What followed was extreme exhaustion and weakness that overwhelmed me like a tsunami.

I felt my eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and I could no longer support them.

The world before my eyes rapidly shrank to a tiny dot, and then vanished completely into darkness.

After that, my consciousness completely disappeared.

……

Outside the City God Temple, at the crossroads.

The torrential rain continued to pour down relentlessly. Li Qing knelt in the center of the great formation, his clothes soaked through, whether from sweat or rain, it was hard to tell.

His face was ashen, and his hands were pressed tightly against the two array stones in front of him.

At this time, the stones were covered with fine cracks.

Blood seeped into the stone through his fingers, staining the intricate runes a shocking dark red.

"Damn it... those bastards..."

Li Qing gritted his teeth, his voice trembling violently.

Every second after the formation was activated, the backlash felt like an invisible hammer slamming into his head.

At this moment, his eyes had begun to bleed, and his vision was blurred. He was only holding on with a fierce, indomitable spirit.

Just as he felt his consciousness was about to be completely torn apart by that overwhelming wave of yin energy.

A warm and unusually firm hand gently rested on his shoulder.

In that instant, Li Qing felt a pure, profound, and warm power surge into his body through his shoulder.

That force instantly protected his faltering heart meridian, sweeping away the sinister and malevolent energy that had been frantically burrowing into his body.

"Young friend, well done."

To be able to single-handedly withstand a killing spree of this scale at such a young age shows that the lineage of geomancers has a worthy successor.

A calm voice rang in his ear.

Li Qing barely opened his eyes, and through the blurry bloodstains, he saw an old man standing beside him wearing a faded blue Taoist robe.

The old man carried a wooden sword on his back, his expression calm, as if the wind and rain and the evil aura surrounding the city were nothing more than insignificant dust in his eyes.

"Old man...who are you...?"

Li Qing weakly uttered a sentence, and his tense nerves finally relaxed at that moment.

"You may step back and rest; leave the rest to this humble Taoist."

The old Taoist smiled gently, and with a flick of his sleeve, a soft force carried Li Qing out of the center of the formation and safely to a sheltered eave behind it.

Then, the old Taoist priest turned around, facing the surging black mist, and slowly drew the wooden sword from his back.

At that moment, the raging wind and rain seemed to become docile beneath his feet.

……

City God Temple Square.

The battle here has reached a fever pitch.

Lu Yan's long hair was already disheveled, and the short sword in her hand flickered with faint lightning. Every swing of her sword carried a resolute air.

Around her, a dense army of paper figures, like an inexhaustible swarm of locusts, launched a frenzied attack under the control of the few remaining evil cultivators.

"Chief, we can't stop them!"

A special agent from the Folklore Bureau let out a scream as he was tackled to the ground by several paper figures.

Lu Yan bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the sword's edge.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning swept out, clearing a small area.

But her breathing became rapid and disordered as a result, and the weakness caused by the overexertion of her magic power overwhelmed her senses like a tide.

Several heretical cultivators stood in the shadows, emitting chilling chuckles.

"Director Lu, the reputation of Longhu Mountain is likely to be ruined here today."

One of the evil cultivators spoke in a sinister tone, and with a wave of his hands, more paper figures rushed towards the exhausted crowd, accompanied by mournful wails.

Lu Yan gripped the short sword tightly, her eyes revealing a ruthless determination to die rather than submit.

She was prepared to perish together with everyone else.

At this critical moment.

The sky, which was originally pitch black, suddenly streaked across with several blinding white lights without warning.

Rumble!

A deafening roar of thunder echoed through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, several thick, bucket-sized bolts of purple lightning descended precisely from the sky, striking the center of the densely packed army of paper figures.

Those originally ferocious paper figures, upon contact with the lightning, didn't even have time to make any movement before turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating into the torrential rain.

Immediately afterwards, the thunder continued, engulfing the evil cultivators who were hiding in the shadows and manipulating the situation.

Screams rose and fell, and the once arrogant and domineering evil cultivators were instantly killed or wounded by this wave of heavenly lightning.

Lu Yan stared blankly at this scene, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart, which had been filled with despair.

Two figures were slowly walking towards the outside of the square.

With each step they took, the rainwater beneath their feet was pushed aside by an invisible force, while faint purple arcs of electricity swirled around them.

One of them walked to a spot not far from Lu Yan and stood there. Looking at Lu Yan, who was covered in wounds, a look of pity appeared on his face.

"Junior sister, I'm late."

The man's voice was steady and powerful, instantly drowning out the surrounding wind and rain.

Looking at the two familiar figures, Lu Yan's tense expression finally relaxed slightly.

She opened her mouth, her voice a little hoarse:

"Senior brother..."

With the arrival of two powerful reinforcements from Longhu Mountain, the previously tilted battle situation was completely reversed at this moment.

……

Lei Zhenshan stood in front of me, holding a jet-black longsword that gave off a heavy feeling that could even swallow light.

He looked at the middle-aged guardian of the cauldron who was staggering backward opposite him, his eyes revealing an undisguised killing intent.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, his right hand gripping the fragment of the Nine Provinces Cauldron tightly.

Faced with the predicament before him, he let out a cold snort.

He then attempted to squeeze out the last bit of essence from his body, forcibly activating the fragments of the Nine Provinces Cauldron in a desperate last stand.

However, Lei Zhenshan was much faster than him.

His body barely swayed; he simply flicked his wrist smoothly.

The first strike was a simple, unadorned straight thrust.

A crisp popping sound rang out in the air.

The earth-yellow protective aura that the middle-aged man had just condensed in front of him was as fragile as a piece of Xuan paper that had been scorched by fire in front of that black sword.

It was instantly shattered into countless free-flowing energies.

The second strike is a diagonal slash.

The sword strike was accompanied by a mournful howl.

The middle-aged man's right arm, which was supporting the fragments of the Yu Ding, trembled violently, and the bones of his entire arm cracked loudly under the pressure of the sword energy.

If it weren't for his profound cultivation, this sword strike would have been enough to cleave him in two.

The third strike, a sweeping attack.

Before the sword even arrived, the condensed killing intent had already locked onto the middle-aged man's throat.

The middle-aged man's expression darkened.

He tried desperately to dodge, but found that the space around him seemed to be completely frozen by the sword, and he could only watch helplessly as death came.

Just as Lei Zhenshan was about to deliver the fatal blow, ending the life of this high-ranking guardian of the cauldron, his expression suddenly changed.

That chilling killing intent instantly transformed into a vigilant state of being on high alert.

Lei Zhenshan's body abruptly stopped its forward momentum in mid-air.

He didn't even turn around to look at the seriously injured middle-aged man, but instead twisted his waist and hips violently.

He transformed the originally deadly sword strike into an arc and swung it fiercely towards the already broken door at the entrance.