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

Instantly, the gunpowder's previously bluish-white color softened.

He glanced at me in surprise, but without saying anything more, he immediately got to work.

Then, he pulled a dagger from the pocket on his thigh.

Gunpowder, holding a dagger, began to carefully scrape the surface of the stone coffin along the crack from which black smoke was billowing out, searching for weak points in the coffin's structure.

"The material of this coffin is unusual; it contains corundum, making it very hard."

Gunpowder tapped the coffin with his fingers as he reported to me in a low voice.

"Moreover, we can't use too much explosive force, otherwise we'll blow up this obsidian altar and destroy the formation underneath."

I need to use a directional blast to force the shockwave of the explosion into the inside of the coffin lid, directly flipping it off.

"Just do what you're told, don't worry about me."

I responded softly, but my eyes were fixed on the crack.

At this moment, the cool sensation between my brows is throbbing wildly.

I could clearly sense that the monster inside the stone coffin, which existed hundreds of years ago, seemed to have noticed the commotion outside.

A feeling of tyranny, hunger, and resentment was seeping out bit by bit through those cracks.

On the other side, the gunpowder was handled very quickly.

He cut the C4 explosive into several pieces of different sizes and shapes, and precisely attached them to several stress connection points between the lid and the body of the stone coffin.

Then, the electronic detonator was carefully inserted, and the connecting wires were secured with insulating tape.

"Consultant Chen, it's all settled."

About ten minutes later, Gunpowder put the safety pin on the detonator and let out a long sigh of relief.

"If I press the button, this coffin will definitely burst open like a champagne bottle."

"You've worked hard, let's go down now."

I nodded, maintaining the protective aura, and escorted the gunpowder safely off the altar.

At this moment, Zhang Xuanqing and the compass were also in the midst of a fierce battle in the sacrificial square.

Sweating profusely, Luo Pan carried his compass and hurried across the square.

At the same time, he kept announcing the coordinates of directions and distances.

Meanwhile, Shan Yan and the hound, armed with entrenching tools, worked tirelessly to break through the hard ground at the locations indicated by the compass, driving the rune-encrusted lightning-struck wooden stakes deep into the ground.

Zhang Xuanqing followed behind them, holding a long sword and stepping with mysterious steps, burning talismans in front of each wooden stake.

The dark red cinnabar runes transformed into streaks of light in the flames, merging into the wooden stake.

Then, they used the ink line soaked in black dog blood to connect the nine lightning-struck wooden stakes according to the positions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.

These ink lines crisscross, forming a huge dark red net that tightly surrounds the entire obsidian altar in the very center.

Ling Shu was not idle either.

She held several spray cans and sprayed a transparent liquid with a faint medicinal fragrance into the air outside the array.

At the same time, she gave each of us a red pill and told us to put it under our tongues.

Time slipped away second by second in this oppressive and busy atmosphere.

There is no distinction between day and night in the underground tomb; only the occasional dripping of water from the rock wall overhead echoes in the empty square.

Everyone was on edge, pushing themselves to their peak performance.

About an hour later.

With Zhang Xuanqing affixing the last purple talisman of the main formation to the lightning-struck wooden stake in the due east direction, the entire "Nine Palaces Demon-Slaying Formation" was finally completely set up.

"Buzz—"

A deep and resonant sound came from underground.

At this moment, I can clearly see a faint layer of pure golden light flashing on the ink lines connecting the wooden stakes.

The black, malevolent energy that had been spreading rampantly in the square seemed to have encountered its natural enemy.

They were all forced back by this overwhelming righteous energy and compressed back into the area of ​​the obsidian altar.

The biting cold in the air instantly lessened, replaced by a comforting warmth.

Zhang Xuanqing let out a long breath, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

He carried the longsword in one hand, walked to the life gate at the edge of the formation, and looked sharply at the stone coffin above the altar.

Gunpowder raised his submachine gun, which was loaded with armor-piercing rounds, and locked the muzzle firmly on the position of the stone coffin.

I stood to the side and slightly behind Zhang Xuanqing, my willow-leaf dagger already drawn and held in my hand.

Black bone needles also faintly appeared at my fingertips, ready to transform into deadly meteors at any moment.

Everything is ready.

Zhang Xuanqing turned his head, looked at the gunpowder, and suddenly swung down the long sword in his hand.

"Gunpowder, detonate!"

Zhang Xuanqing's deep, powerful voice echoed across the empty underground sacrificial plaza.

Gunpowder, hidden behind cover, did not hesitate.

His eyes were extremely focused, and he pressed down hard on the red button on the detonator with his right thumb.

"Boom—dull!"

There was no deafening, ear-tearing roar.

The directional blasting of explosives demonstrated an artful level of precision control.

With a muffled thud, a blinding orange-red flame suddenly flashed in the center of the obsidian altar.

The terrifying shockwave from the explosion did not spread outwards, but was cleverly guided and compressed entirely into the interior of the grayish-white stone coffin.

In an instant, the lid of the stone coffin, which appeared to weigh a thousand pounds, shot into the sky.

After tumbling several times in mid-air, the heavy coffin lid slammed down heavily onto the edge of the altar.

The moment it landed, it even created a large crater in the hard obsidian ground, sending debris flying everywhere.

At the very instant the coffin lid was blown off, an extremely dense green poisonous miasma, mixed with a black yin energy several times more concentrated than before, surged out from inside the stone coffin.

The green miasma was as thick and sticky as phlegm that couldn't be dissolved, and it also contained subtle "crackling" sounds, like insect eggs bursting.

Just the faint scent wafting through the air made my blood surge.

The antidote pill pressed under the tongue immediately released a cooling medicinal power, which barely suppressed the nausea.

But this is just the beginning.

The very next second as the poisonous miasma erupted, a dark figure shot out from the stone coffin.

That's incredibly fast!

It was so fast that even my superhuman dynamic vision, which had already condensed the evil core, could only capture a series of blurry afterimages left in mid-air.

That speed was definitely not what a stiff corpse should have; it was more like an ancient ferocious beast that had been dormant for hundreds of years and had finally broken free of its chains.

No wonder even a powerful master like Zhang Xuanqing from Longhu Mountain felt a chill run down his spine when he saw it still sealed.

Judging solely from the terrifying speed displayed by this evil corpse, apart from myself, Zhang Xuanqing, and Shan Yan, anyone else in this team would probably be torn to shreds in a single encounter.