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

Although the jade-colored evil energy has a certain immunity and suppression effect on toxins, it still seems somewhat powerless against this level of deadly poison.

If I forcefully leave the bone needle inside its body to continue causing damage, it won't be long before the evil energy attached to it is completely eroded away.

At that time, I will not only lose control of the bone needles, but the bone needles will also suffer from the backlash of the corpse poison.

I dared not be careless and immediately cut off the power erupting from inside the bone needle.

At the same time, I forcibly pulled it out of the evil corpse and made it fly back into my hand.

Looking at the bone needle, its surface noticeably duller and stained with a few strands of foul-smelling black slime, I sighed inwardly.

It seems I can no longer use bone needles to penetrate this thing at a high intensity; I can only use it as a surprise weapon to interrupt the opponent's movements at crucial moments.

While I was testing the evil corpse's true nature, Zhang Xuanqing had already engaged in dozens of head-on clashes with it.

It must be said that the high-ranking priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion are indeed formidable.

In this space suppressed by the formation, the only one who could easily break through the defenses and cause substantial damage to the evil corpse was Zhang Xuanqing.

The blessing of the Golden Light Mantra made him completely ignore the dissipating poisonous miasma.

Each swing of his longsword was accompanied by a piercing sound of wind and thunder.

"You wicked creature, prepare to die!"

Zhang Xuanqing roared, his left hand forming a lightning seal, and lightning flashed in his palm.

He slammed his palm hard into the evil corpse's chest.

"Boom!"

A bolt of azure lightning exploded directly in front of the evil corpse's chest.

The pure Yang thunder and fire instantly shattered a large patch of green scales on its chest, revealing the charred bones inside.

Through this wound, I could even see a heart that had stopped beating, but was enveloped by countless tiny worms.

After taking the full force of Zhang Xuanqing's palm strike, the evil corpse let out a shrill scream.

Its massive body was forced back by the immense power of the palm lightning, crashing heavily into the invisible energy wall of the formation.

Seeing this, Shan Yan immediately seized the opportunity and pounced.

The military knife in his hand whistled sharply as it precisely struck the edge of the wound on the evil corpse, which had been blasted open by lightning and fire.

A large chunk of charred flesh was forcibly shaved off.

I didn't stand still either; I immediately manipulated the bone needles to pierce the evil corpse's knee joint.

Although it failed to break its leg bones, it did cause a noticeable stiffness in its movements.

We coordinated very well, and the combined attacks of the Celestial Master's Mansion and our combined strength made the evil corpse howl and spit out black blood.

However, a situation arose that made people frown.

No matter how deep the wounds Zhang Xuanqing's sword light left on it, no matter how horribly the palm lightning blasted it, the evil corpse was wounded but not killed.

After each injury, the Yin energy within its body surges wildly, forcibly stitching up those fatal wounds again and again.

Even during battle, it could occasionally spew out thick streams of green poisonous miasma from its mouth, forcing us to retreat and take cover.

The battle gradually reached a stalemate.

Although the aura of the evil corpse was constantly weakening, its physical body was incredibly resilient.

I don't know when the yin energy within the evil corpse will be exhausted if this intense battle continues.

But we few healthy people will definitely be the first to succumb to the strain.

Zhang Xuanqing's Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Technique are both extremely energy-consuming methods, and the evil energy in the mountain cliffs also has its limits.

Although my malevolent energy is long-lasting, it cannot withstand such meaningless squandering.

Zhang Xuanqing was clearly aware of this problem as well.

After once again forcing the evil corpse back with his longsword, Zhang Xuanqing stepped out with a profound and mysterious movement.

He suddenly drifted back five or six meters, retreating outside the formation and increasing the distance between himself and the evil corpse.

At this moment, although the golden light spell on his body was still bright, his forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and his breathing had become somewhat heavy.

"Chen Yang, Shan Yan!"

Zhang Xuanqing didn't turn around, his eyes fixed on the evil corpse whose wounds were rapidly healing, his voice low and urgent.

"Conventional methods won't kill this thing; its yin energy is too strong! Continuing to drag this out will be detrimental to us."

He slammed his longsword into the ground in front of him and solemnly pulled out a palm-sized, purplish-black wooden plaque from his robes.

The wooden plaque was made of some unknown material, its surface covered with natural patterns as if struck by lightning, and intricate talismans were drawn on it with cinnabar in a flamboyant style.

"You two, find a way to keep it occupied for now and prevent it from interfering with me!"

I will cast a spell to summon real heavenly lightning and blast it into ashes!

After saying that, Zhang Xuanqing ignored us.

He held the wooden plaque in both hands, closed his eyes slightly, began to chant incantations, and at the same time, he performed a series of ritualistic steps.

As he moved, the originally stuffy air in the underground tomb began to become hot and dry.

A faint, static-like sensation, making one's hair stand on end, began to permeate the surroundings.

Upon hearing this, I took a deep breath and gripped the scalpel in my hand even tighter.

"Understood, leave it to us."

I responded in a deep voice, then turned to look at the rocky mountain beside me, which was also panting heavily.

"Captain Shanyan, we have to give it our all. We absolutely must not let this thing get close to Master Zhang."

Shan Yan grinned, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes filled with ferocity:

"Don't worry, Advisor Chen, even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he'd have to step over my blade!"

Having said that, the two of us, one on the left and one on the right, charged forward again towards the terrifying, roaring evil corpse.

However, this time we did not choose to confront this monster head-on.

The previous exchange has proven that this thing's physical toughness is comparable to armor; brute force will only waste our own stamina and killing intent.

Our task now is clear: stick to it like glue and buy Zhang Xuanqing enough time.

Shan Yan has an exceptionally rich practical experience.

He didn't attack the hard, scale-covered parts of the evil corpse at all. Instead, he lowered his body and targeted the evil corpse's ankles, backs of knees, and other lower joints.

My role is to restrain its upper body.

The evil energy within my dantian circulated smoothly, and jade-colored evil energy continuously poured into my arm holding the knife.

With the combined power of malevolent energy and mountain-shaking force, every swing of my sword carries the power to shatter monuments and split rocks.

I moved close to the massive body of the evil corpse, my right hand gripping the willow-leaf knife in reverse, not seeking to kill the enemy.

The goal is to precisely strike the inside of its wrist and elbow during the gaps when it swings its claws, using skillful force to disrupt its point of attack.

At the same time, I focused my mental energy highly, firmly locking the range of my Qi control around the evil corpse.

I hid the black bone needle in the shadows, transforming it into a ghostly light that was almost invisible to the naked eye, like a venomous snake that would occasionally dart out from unexpected angles.