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

Fortunately, we didn't act rashly.

The shadowy figure did not pause for a moment.

It completely ignored the aftershocks and flames from the surrounding explosions and pounced straight towards Zhang Xuanqing, who was at the Gate of Life.

Its claws gleamed with a ghostly blue poisonous light, bringing with them a stench, as it aimed straight for Zhang Xuanqing's face.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, faced with such terrifying speed and oppressive force that defied common sense, they probably wouldn't even have time to react before being instantly torn to shreds.

But Zhang Xuanqing is no ordinary person.

Faced with the overwhelming attack of the evil corpse, Zhang Xuanqing showed no panic.

His eyes were sharp, he snorted coldly, pointed his long sword forward sharply, and at the same time, he formed a complicated hand seal with his left hand and stomped heavily on the ground.

"Borrowing the power of the Nine Palaces, vanquishing demons and slaying evil, rise!"

As he finished chanting the incantation, the entire "Nine Palaces Demon-Subduing Formation" was instantly fully activated.

The nine lightning-struck wooden stakes, driven deep into the ground, simultaneously emitted a blinding golden light.

The ink lines, soaked in black dog blood and rooster blood, now seemed to have transformed into an electrified high-voltage power grid, weaving together in mid-air into an impenetrable net.

"Bang!"

A dull thud was heard.

The evil corpse, moving with lightning speed, crashed headfirst into an invisible wall of pure yang energy.

The enormous reaction force caused its massive body to suddenly stop, halting it less than five meters from Zhang Xuanqing.

Immediately afterwards, the power of the formation was fully unleashed.

The ink lines connected to the wooden stakes lit up with dazzling runic light, and streaks of pure yang lightning fire, following the patterns of the array, coiled around the body of the evil corpse like serpents.

"Sizzle—"

A series of electrical hissing sounds rang out.

The lightning and fire began to rub violently against the blue scales on the surface of the evil corpse, followed by a series of burning sounds.

Large swaths of black, yin energy were forcibly evaporated by the lightning and fire, turning into foul-smelling white smoke.

The hard, green scales on the evil corpse began to crack and turn black in the face of the authentic pure Yang thunder and fire from the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Moreover, the formation not only suppressed the green poisonous miasma that was trying to spread outwards, but also greatly weakened the mobility of the evil corpses.

The pure yang energy began to frantically erode the yin and evil foundation within its body.

This caused its originally incredibly fast movements to become sluggish, and its entire body fell into a brief state of stiffness.

Zhang Xuanqing did not let this opportunity slip by.

He swung his longsword, and lightning crackled across its blade.

The lightning instantly transformed into several thick blue arcs, striking the evil corpse precisely at its joints and pinning it firmly to the spot.

"Let's do it!"

At the same time, Zhang Xuanqing shouted.

This is a contingency plan we had discussed beforehand.

While the magic of cultivators is powerful, in such a confined space, facing a flesh-and-blood evil corpse, the concentrated burst of power from modern firearms is also a deadly trump card.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the gunpowder, which had been poised to fire, suddenly emerged from behind the cover.

He was the only demolition expert in the team who carried fully automatic firepower.

The submachine gun was now pressed firmly against his shoulder.

"Da da da da da da—"

Because of the addition of a silencer, a series of muffled, dense gunshots began to ring out wildly in the empty tomb chamber.

Gunpowder showed no intention of being stingy with ammunition.

He pulled the trigger all the way down, and the muzzle spat out a tongue of fire nearly half a meter long.

A barrage of armor-piercing incendiary shells rained down on the evil corpse trapped by the formation.

The bullet struck the evil corpse's green scales, sending up a series of dazzling sparks.

Although it couldn't penetrate directly like it would a normal human body, the enormous kinetic energy still forced the evil corpse to retreat repeatedly.

Under the continuous impact of the bullets, the scales on the surface of the evil corpse began to shatter, bursting out clumps of black, bloody blood.

At the same time, the rocks and hunting dogs standing not far from me also moved.

Although they were not carrying firearms, their tactical skills were impeccable, as they were elites from the General Bureau.

The two men moved in perfect unison, pulling the high-explosive grenades and special incendiary grenades that they had just hung on their tactical vests.

After biting off the safety pins with their teeth, they paused for a second, then precisely threw these deadly metal lumps at the feet of the evil corpse.

"hidden!"

After throwing all the prepared grenades, Shan Yan roared and quickly crouched down.

I stood still, but with a thought, the evil pill in my dantian began to spin faster.

A jade-colored aura emanated from my body, forming a thick, invisible barrier in front of me, blocking any shrapnel and shockwaves that might be generated by the explosion.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of violent explosions rang out in the center of the sacrificial square.

The terrifying shockwave from the high-explosive grenade, mixed with countless sharp fragments, surged back and forth within the confined array space, mercilessly slicing through the flesh and blood of the evil corpse.

The special incendiary bomb instantly ignited the surrounding air.

Flames exceeding a thousand degrees Celsius clung to the evil corpse, scorching its body relentlessly.

The entire obsidian altar resembled a steel furnace, with blinding flames illuminating the underground tomb as bright as day.

A complex odor, a mixture of gunpowder, acrid smell, and the stench of corpses, began to permeate the air, making it hard to breathe.

The submachine gun's drum magazine was emptied, and the gunpowder quickly retreated into the cover to reload.

The rocks and hounds stopped throwing and stared intently at the center of the fire.

The first wave of intense bombardment has ended.

I narrowed my eyes slightly and calmly stared at the center of the formation through the barrier of malevolent energy.

With this level of firepower, even a light armored vehicle would be reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

But my gut feeling told me that things were definitely not that simple.

The tyrannical aura that had lingered in the stone coffin for hundreds of years did not dissipate because of the explosion; instead, it became even more frenzied and hungry.

As the smoke and fire gradually dissipated, the scene at the center of the formation reappeared in our view.

The evil corpse was still standing.

Its appearance at that moment was extremely pitiful.

Most of its blue scales were shattered, revealing the dark red muscle tissue underneath.

A large chunk of flesh was torn off its left arm by shrapnel from a high-explosive grenade, revealing the pale animal bones underneath.

Its body was covered with burn marks of all sizes, and in some places, black smoke was still rising.

It appears to have been severely damaged.

But, in the next second, a chilling scene unfolded.

The rolled-up flesh and the edges of the shattered scales began to writhe strangely.

A large amount of black mucus gushed from its body, covering the wound.

Immediately afterwards, countless tiny red buds emerged from deep within the wound.

They intertwined and wove together, forcibly pulling the torn flesh of the evil corpse back together at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.