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

The bone needle pierced precisely into a sealed ceramic jar buried seven inches underground.

The moment it made contact with the object, the violent power inside the bone needle erupted, instantly shattering the pottery jar and the disgusting worms inside into a pile of dust.

It did not cause any abnormalities in the formation, nor did it trigger any traps.

Everything was completely erased without a sound.

"The first one is solved."

With a slight flick of my finger, the black bone needle traced an arc on the ground before flying back into my hand, without a drop of blood on it.

Looking at the magnetic needle in his hand, which had become much more stable in an instant, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He clearly hadn't expected my methods to be so swift and decisive, without even a trace of extra emotion leaking out.

"What amazing manipulation techniques!"

Zhang Xuanqing exclaimed in admiration from the side, then urged.

"Compass, continue!"

The compass nodded, steadied itself, and continued its calculations.

"The second one, at the epicenter, is nine meters away, half a foot underground, and it's a piece of bone!"

"break."

A dark shadow flashed by, and another barely perceptible cracking sound came from the ground.

"The third one, located twelve meters away, in the middle of the dead tree trunk!"

"broken."

……

For the next ten minutes, the three of us worked together seamlessly.

The compass is like a precise radar, constantly reporting the location of the array's core.

Zhang Xuanqing formed hand seals, and a faint golden light emanated from his body, effectively blocking the surrounding Yin evil miasma that was trying to retaliate.

And I, like a sniper hidden in the darkness, calmly carried out one targeted elimination after another.

When the seventh and final array eye was completely shattered by my bone needles, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

The grayish-white miasma that had been swirling and churning behind the stone tablet suddenly began to subside.

Immediately afterwards, the thick fog began to thin at a visible rate, slowly receding to both sides.

Then, a passage about three meters wide was cleared in the middle, just wide enough to barely see the road beneath one's feet.

"The formation has been broken!"

Looking at the compass in his hand, which had finally returned to its normal direction, he breathed a long sigh of relief and then leaned back against the tree trunk.

Zhang Xuanqing also put away the Golden Light Mantra, and his eyes were unusually bright at this moment.

"Well done, Brother Chen."

Zhang Xuanqing nodded at me.

I put the bone needles back into my pocket, and the surging evil energy within me gradually subsided.

"It's just that everyone cooperated well."

After replying, I followed the passage cleared by the miasma and looked toward the heart of Old Bear Ridge.

Although the formation was broken, the cool aura between my brows did not stop its warning; instead, it pulsed even more intensely.

"Everyone, gather your gear and prepare to enter the miasma forest."

Just then, Zhang Xuanqing turned around and spoke to everyone.

"Remember, no matter what you see or hear, you are absolutely not allowed to leave the group without orders. Let's go!"

The hound gripped its machete tightly again and took the lead in the procession.

I took a deep breath, took a step, and stepped over the moss-covered stone tablet.

After passing the moss-covered stone tablet, we officially entered the heart of the miasma forest in Old Bear Ridge.

The light in the forest was as dim as at dusk. The dense canopy overhead blocked most of the rain and lightning, with only some murky rain dripping down through the gaps in the leaves.

The falling raindrops pounded on the decaying leaves, making a series of dull "plop" sounds.

The surrounding area was still filled with that grayish-white miasma. Although we had dispelled some of it by breaking the formation, the visibility was still less than five meters.

The hunting dog walked at the head of the group, seemingly very familiar with the environment.

Although his field of vision was limited, he took each step very carefully, perfectly guiding us away from those seemingly flat but actually muddy traps.

Zhang Xuanqing walked about three meters behind the hunting dog, while I followed not far behind him.

"The direction is correct."

Zhang Xuanqing looked around and then said in a low voice.

"I took this route the last time I came here."

If you follow the terrain downhill and pass through this forest, there is a huge natural cave less than two kilometers ahead.

The entrance to the ancient tomb is hidden beside an underground river within a cave.

With Zhang Xuanqing, a guide who had been here once before, leading the way, the group was spared the risk of wandering around aimlessly like headless flies.

I followed behind Zhang Xuanqing, the cool aura between my brows always remaining open, covering an area of ​​about ten meters around me.

Suddenly, the hunting dog in front stopped abruptly, its right hand instantly raised and clenched into a fist.

This is a gesture to stop and prepare for battle.

Almost at the same time, a series of gentle, cool waves emanated from between my brows.

At the edge of my perception, several energy bodies filled with a cold and chaotic aura were rapidly closing in on us, taking advantage of the thick fog.

"Something is coming from above and to the sides, and it's moving very fast."

I spoke in a deep voice, reminding him, my right hand naturally resting on the hilt of the willow-leaf knife in my sleeve, while the jade-colored baleful energy within my body began to circulate more rapidly.

No sooner had I finished speaking than a crisp sound of a branch snapping came from the tree canopy above my head.

"roar--"

With a few roars, four enormous black shadows burst forth from the thick fog.

Those were four humanoid monstrous corpses, each nearly two meters tall.

Their clothes were tattered and worn, and their exposed skin was a mixture of ashen gray and purplish-blue. Their muscles bulged out like rocks.

What's most striking are their fingernails, which are half a foot long and gleam with a black, poisonous light.

And their goal is very clear.

Two dogs pounced on the leading hounds and Zhang Xuanqing, while the other two flanked from the sides, heading straight for the Ling Shu and compass in the middle of the group.

My eyes narrowed, and I was about to unleash the black bone needles to deliver a pinpoint headshot to these monsters.

But before I could make a move, a loud and energetic shout came from the back of the group.

"You're asking for it! Gunpowder, suppress the flanks!"

It was the deputy captain, Shan Yan.

He suddenly took a step forward, and a dense, almost tangible, iron-blooded aura instantly erupted from his burly body.

Although this malevolent aura was not as chilling and eerie as the malevolent aura of my Corpse-Sewing lineage, it exuded a tragic and fierce intensity that came from a massive battle.

Shan Yan did not fire his gun. Instead, he pulled out a specially made tactical knife from the outside of his thigh.

He charged headlong into the strange corpse that was lunging at Ling Shu from the flank, like a heavy tank at full throttle, crashing into it with tremendous force.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

The enormous, seemingly incredibly strong monstrous corpse was abruptly halted in mid-air by the powerful, mountain-hugging strike from Shan Yan.

At the same time, a cracking sound came from the bones in his chest.