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

Enveloped in a jade-colored aura, the four willow-leaf blades transformed into four silver streaks of light, soaring into the sky and drawing precise interception trajectories in mid-air.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three crisp metallic clanging sounds rang out in mid-air.

My scalpel struck the three hidden arrows with perfect accuracy.

The malevolent energy clinging to the blade collided violently with the immense kinetic energy transmitted from the arrowhead, bursting into dazzling sparks.

The three steel crossbow bolts were abruptly altered in flight trajectory by the willow-leaf blade upon impact.

They were pinned diagonally to the stone pillars beside them, their tail feathers still trembling violently.

Although my action of blocking the hidden arrow was fluid and effortless, a layer of cold sweat still seeped out of my forehead.

He had to be distracted while manipulating the willow-leaf blade for this delicate interception, and at the same time maintain the consumption of bone needles and mirage silk.

This put a tremendous strain on my mental strength.

However, the attacks did not stop there.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Immediately afterwards, a second, even denser wave of arrows shot out from the shadows of the bronze door.

But this time, I didn't need to do anything; the gunpowder and hunting dogs on guard outside the formation had already reacted.

"Enemy attack! Nine o'clock!"

The hunting dog let out a furious bark.

With a tactical roll, he burst out from behind cover, his machete transforming into an impenetrable net of blades, precisely slashing down two hidden arrows aimed at him.

The gunpowder reacted even more violently.

As the only member of the team carrying an automatic weapon, he immediately picked up the specially modified submachine gun and aimed the muzzle at the bronze door.

"Da da da da da da!"

The muffled gunshot instantly drowned out all other sounds in the underground space.

Gunpowder wasn't deliberately aimed; instead, relying on extensive combat experience, it launched a fierce barrage of fire against the shadowy area from which the hidden arrows had been fired.

A hail of bullets struck the bronze door and the surrounding stone walls, sending up large amounts of rubble and sparks.

By the flash of the submachine gun, I finally saw the attacker's true face.

Accompanied by a series of dull footsteps, a dozen or so masked men dressed in black tight-fitting combat suits and wearing plain black masks without any patterns stormed into the tomb chamber from outside the bronze door.

These people moved in perfect unison, their steps light and exuding a chilling murderous aura; they were clearly highly trained assassins.

They had no firearms in their hands, but instead all gripped short blades about half a meter long, the edges of which gleamed with a cold, poisoned light.

"Protect the Taoist priest and the array's core! Kill!"

There was absolutely no need for Shan Yan to issue an order.

After emptying a magazine, Gunpowder didn't hesitate to pull out the military dagger from his leg and charge at the two masked men at the front.

The hunting dogs were like real vicious dogs, nimbly weaving between the stone pillars, their military knives aimed at the enemy's throat and groin.

Even Ling Shu, who had been hiding in the back in charge of medical care, stepped forward at this moment.

She held two small short blades in her hands. Although her combat power was not as good as Gunpowder and the hounds, she stood firmly in front of the compass, blocking the enemies who tried to get close to the array's core.

The battle erupted in an instant and immediately escalated into a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Those masked men were highly skilled in individual combat.

Although gunpowder and hounds were the elite of the First Bureau, they quickly found themselves in a fierce battle due to their overwhelming numerical disadvantage.

The sound of blades slicing through flesh could be heard continuously.

When I looked over again, there was a deep, bone-revealing gash on Gunpowder's arm.

The masked man's purpose was also very clear.

They separated a group to hold off Huoyao and the others, while the rest, like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood, rushed straight for Zhang Xuanqing, who was casting a spell, and the evil corpse that was tied to the ground.

"Advisor Chen! Shall we go up?"

Shan Yan's eyes instantly reddened as he looked at his comrades who were locked in a fierce battle.

He gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, as if he were about to throw down the Mirage Dragon Silk and rush over to chop someone down at any moment.

As I watched the masked men getting closer and closer, I felt just as anxious, but I knew I absolutely couldn't afford to lose my composure now.

"Don't move!"

I took a deep breath and growled in a low voice, trying to keep it as steady as possible.

"The moment we let go, the monster will break free immediately."

If Master Zhang's lightning magic misses, all our previous efforts will be in vain!

Hold on here, trust them!

Shan Yan, of course, understood this principle as well.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that a trickle of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

But he forcefully suppressed the urge to rush forward, and tightened his grip on the mirage dragon silk.

The evil corpse seemed to sense the turning point brought by the masked men outside, and its struggle suddenly intensified several times over.

Its massive body rolled wildly on the ground, emitting chilling roars as it tried to break free of its restraints.

I felt a tearing pain in my left arm; it was the immense pulling force transmitted from the mirage silk.

At this moment, I could only frantically squeeze out the remaining evil energy in my dantian, desperately maintaining the toughness of the silk thread.

"Hurry... Master Zhang!"

I stared intently at the ball of lightning energy in mid-air, which had been compressed to its limit, and silently chanted in my mind.

Just as a masked man broke through the hounds' defenses and raised his short blade to stab Zhang Xuanqing in the back.

Zhang Xuanqing suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were now actually flashing with dazzling purple-white lightning.

At that moment, he did not turn around to look at the assassin who was so close to him.

Instead, he pointed the cracked wooden plaque in his hand fiercely at the evil corpse we had tied to the ground.

"The Holy Spirit is mighty, shaking heaven and earth. The Three Elements and Seven Governing Bodies, the Nine Powers and Eight Spirits..."

"Ray is coming!"

Zhang Xuanqing's voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out all the sounds of fighting and the roars of the evil corpses.

"Boom—!"

The loud noise seemed to make the entire Old Bear Ridge tremble violently.

Above the dome, the energy that had gathered a massive amount of underground thunder energy finally reached its critical point.

A bolt of purple-white lightning, as thick as a bucket, struck the center of the sacrificial plaza with terrifying, world-destroying power.

The blinding white light instantly robbed everyone of their sight.

"withdraw!"

Half a second before the lightning bolt struck, I decisively released the Mirage Dragon Silk from my hand, simultaneously cutting off the supply of malevolent energy.

With a quick step, I darted to the side of the rock and grabbed his shoulder.

Using the explosive force of the "Mountain-Shaking Force", the two of us were thrown backward like kites with broken strings, and plunged into the back of a nearby stone pillar.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying heat wave and air surge swept through the entire underground space.

I felt a ringing in my ears and a tightness in my chest.

Amidst the deafening thunder, I clearly heard the evil corpse let out a brief but piercing scream.