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

Mirage Dragon Silk.

I grabbed the mirage silk that stretched in front of me, and then forcefully threw the other end of the silk toward the opposite cliff:

"Catch it, run around it!"

Shan Yan reacted extremely quickly. Before I could finish speaking, and probably before he could even process what I was saying, he grabbed the Mirage Dragon Silk that I had thrown to him.

Only after listening to what I had to say did he nod emphatically at me.

Then, the two of us, one on the left and one on the right, pulled on the mirage dragon silk and began to run and weave quickly around the evil corpse.

The evil corpse roared angrily, swinging its claws to try and sever the threads binding its body.

But it miscalculated.

The material of the Mirage Dragon Silk is extremely tough. Even when I use my full strength in my normal state, I cannot cut it, let alone the evil corpse that relies solely on its physical strength.

Its sharp claws scratched the silk thread, only producing a few sparks, unable to cause any real damage.

Moreover, the Mirage Dragon Silk also retains the soul-locking and spirit-stabilizing properties of the Mirage Dragon Tendon, as well as the properties of containing illusion poison.

As the silk threads tightened into the flesh of the evil corpse, wisps of invisible phantom poison seeped into its body through the wounds.

Although this hallucinogenic poison is much less effective on a corpse without its own consciousness, it is still enough to cause it to slow down and stiffen its movements for a moment.

"receive!"

With a low shout, we stretched the ten-meter-long mirage dragon silk to its limit.

The evil corpse's arms were tightly bound behind its back to its torso, and its legs were wrapped around several times.

It was like a giant, tightly wrapped rice dumpling that crashed heavily to the ground.

After being trapped, the evil corpse began to struggle and writhe frantically, but it was unable to break free from the seemingly delicate restraints.

The length of ten meters is just the safe limit for me to maintain my combat power without collapsing due to excessive consumption of my evil energy.

"Hurry up!"

I let out a low shout, my feet rooted firmly to the ground.

Shan Yan didn't speak, but only let out a muffled groan.

His muscles bulged, and he wrapped the incredibly tough mirage silk around his forearm twice while leaning his body backward.

Clearly, he was doing everything in his power to resist the ferocious struggle of the evil corpse.

To avoid any accidents, I not only held the Mirage Dragon Silk tightly in my hand, but also continuously channeled the evil energy within my body into the bone needles through the spiritual connection.

This is to maintain the resilience of the mirage dragon silk, preventing it from breaking under the strain.

At this moment, every frantic twist of the evil corpse caused the mirage dragon silk to cut deep bloody marks on its flesh.

The hallucinogenic poison contained within the silk threads would seep into the wound, causing its struggles to momentarily freeze.

The two of us, one on the left and one on the right, were like two unbreakable iron stakes, firmly pinning this terrifying monster to the center of the Nine Palaces Demon-Subduing Formation.

They awaited the heavenly lightning summoned by Zhang Xuanqing to strike.

However, taking advantage of this moment, I looked up at Zhang Xuanqing on the outer edge of the formation, and a sense of doubt arose in my heart.

This is deep inside the mountain of Laoxiongling, with countless meters of hard rock and soil overhead.

No matter how fierce the thunderstorm outside is, natural lightning in the conventional sense simply cannot have the physical penetrating power to cut through the entire mountain and reach this underground tomb.

If I heard correctly, Zhang Xuanqing just said he was going to summon heavenly lightning.

Did he really intend to use heavenly lightning to split this mountain open?

But it just doesn't seem like it!

Just as this thought flashed through my mind, the scene before me made me realize something instantly.

Zhang Xuanqing did not attempt to break the laws of physics.

At this moment, he held the ancient wooden plaque in both hands, his eyes closed, and his aura surged violently like boiling water.

As his chanting of the incantation became more and more rapid, I keenly sensed that the aura in the surrounding space was undergoing a strange change.

The lightning in the sky outside did indeed strike the mountainside of Old Bear Ridge.

However, those massive currents did not completely dissipate the moment they touched the ground.

Instead, it transformed into streams of pure, violent thunderous energy.

This kind of energy is called "thunder energy" by Taoists.

These streams of energy, flowing through the cracks in the rock strata inside the mountain, the underground water veins, and the feng shui layout of the ancient tomb itself, seeped into the sacrificial plaza where we were, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The wooden plaque in Zhang Xuanqing's hand was like a super magnet with a fatal attraction.

It forcefully extracted the thunder energy that had dissipated deep within the rock strata and was floating in the air.

Then they reassemble and compress above the dome of the ancient tomb.

The once dim dome was now faintly flashing with purple-white arcs of electricity.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of ozone, the purest destructive pressure of nature, which made it almost impossible to breathe.

"So that's how it is, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to reassemble thunder underground..."

As I watched this scene, I couldn't help but marvel inwardly.

The Celestial Master's Mansion's resources and methods are truly exquisite, completely shattering my previous shallow understanding of magic.

As time passed, the energy of the thunder accumulated more and more in the dome.

On the ceiling, the purple-white lightning bolt was already taking shape.

The moment of destruction seemed to hinge on Zhang Xuanqing's single thought.

However, unexpected changes often occur at this most critical juncture.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Just as Zhang Xuanqing was about to successfully summon the lightning to strike, several faint yet sharp sounds of air being torn apart suddenly came from the direction of the bronze gate.

The sound was very faint amidst the thunder, but to my ears it was like a death knell.

Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw three jet-black steel crossbow bolts shooting at Zhang Xuanqing, who was casting a spell with his eyes closed, at extremely high speed.

And the compass, which was desperately trying to maintain the formation and was completely unprepared.

A sneak attack!

At this moment, Zhang Xuanqing was in the core stage of receiving the heavenly lightning. All his true energy was used to maintain the resonance between the wooden tablet and the lightning energy, so he had no way to spare any attention for defense.

If he were hit, even just a scratch, it would probably immediately interrupt his spellcasting.

Let alone whether Zhang Xuanqing can withstand the backlash of this level of magic.

Once the lightning spell is interrupted, this evil corpse will definitely be unkillable.

Not to mention the disasters that uncontrolled lightning energy would cause in the underground space.

If the compass dies, the power of the formation will definitely be greatly reduced without anyone controlling it.

If the evil corpse breaks free, the situation will likely spiral out of control instantly.

There was no time to think, I didn't even have time to say anything to remind them.

I instantly pushed the range of my Qi control to its current limit.

The immense spiritual power, like an invisible hand, suddenly seized the four spare willow-leaf knives that had been scattered near the deep pit.

"go!"

My eyes widened, a sharp, cold glint flashing in them.