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

The voice was filled with an instinctive fear of the power of heaven and earth, and the despair of having one's life force instantly stripped away.

The thunderous baptism lasted for several seconds.

As the bright light faded and my vision gradually returned, the air was filled with an extremely strong, acrid smell of burning.

And that arrogant and invincible evil corpse, before the true power of heaven and earth, didn't even leave a trace.

It was completely blasted into ashes.

Moreover, what shocked me the most was that the lightning bolt either struck the evil corpse and carried it to the altar, or it continued its momentum even after piercing through the evil corpse.

When I looked over again, the seemingly indestructible obsidian platform in the center of the tomb plaza had been blasted into a charred crater several meters in diameter and bottomless.

The masked man who tried to ambush Zhang Xuanqing was only hit by the edge of the lightning arc that dissipated from the heavenly thunder.

His entire body turned into a charred, roasted corpse, lying on the ground emitting foul-smelling black smoke.

Clang.

A crisp sound pulled me back to reality.

I looked up and saw Zhang Xuanqing's body suddenly sway at the edge of the formation.

The high-ranking Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain was deathly pale, and his clothes were charred black by the intense heat emanating from the lightning.

At that moment, he was like an old man whose strength had been instantly drained.

His knees buckled, and he landed heavily on the hard stone slab.

If he hadn't been gripping the magical sword tightly with both hands, its tip deeply embedded in the ground to support his body, he would have collapsed by now.

That lightning technique, which borrowed the power of heaven and earth, almost exhausted the last bit of his inner energy, and may even have overdrawn his very essence.

"Captain Shanyan, go help."

I spat out the antidote pill from under my tongue and said calmly, as if I were just asking a friend to move something.

But when I said that, my eyes had turned completely cold.

The evil corpse has been destroyed, and the greatest threat has been eliminated.

Now it's time to clean up these hidden scum.

Shan Yan had been itching to get started for a long time.

Watching his comrades fight desperately ahead while he could only cling to the Mirage Dragon Silk like a wooden stake, he felt a surge of anger rising within him.

At that moment, before I could finish speaking, he let out a deep growl, picked up the military knife, and strode out from behind the cover.

I followed closely behind, and with a sudden burst of power from my feet, a force that seemed to shake mountains erupted from the muscles of my legs.

I left two shallow white marks on the hard ground with my footsteps, and my whole body transformed into a black afterimage, directly cutting into the battle ahead.

Gunpowder and hounds are now locked in a fierce battle.

Although this group of masked men did not have any top-tier masters with profound inner strength or extraordinary magical abilities, their individual combat skills were extremely high.

They worked together seamlessly, their short blades aimed precisely at vital points, displaying a reckless, death-defying fighting style.

Gunpowder's left arm was slashed open, and blood stained half of his body.

But he gritted his teeth and used his bayonet to desperately defend against the attack from the two masked men.

The situation with the hounds is also not optimistic.

He was surrounded by three people next to a huge stone pillar. Although he was agile, he was in great danger.

By this time, his tactical vest had several more scratches.

I took a deep breath, and the evil pill in my dantian slowly rotated, instantly circulating jade-colored evil energy throughout my body.

I didn't make a sound, slipping into the battle circle beside Gunpowder like a ghost.

At that moment, a masked man raised a short blade, preparing to stab him in the ribs while the gunpowder was deflecting the attack.

I shifted my stance and leaned close to his back.

He casually thrust out the willow-leaf knife in his left hand, a thin layer of malevolent energy clinging to the blade.

The blade sliced ​​through his throat silently, as easily as cutting tofu.

Before the blood could even gush out, I used the momentum of turning around to kick another masked man in the back of the knee.

The man lowered his body, and the black bone needle in my right hand, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, precisely pierced the Yuzhen acupoint at the back of his head.

The bone needle pierced through, and the violent, malevolent energy instantly destroyed his brain nerves.

He didn't even utter a sound before collapsing limply to the ground.

At the same time, my immense spiritual power spread out like a net, enveloping the entire tomb plaza within a fifty-meter radius.

The two spare willow-leaf knives scattered on the ground were drawn together, emitting a slight hum, and turned into two silver streaks of light, shooting directly at the three masked men who were attacking the hound.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

After two muffled thuds, the two lancets pierced the hearts of two of them.

The immense kinetic energy from the scalpel even propelled their bodies backward for more than two meters before they crashed heavily to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, I killed four people with lightning speed.

The tight encirclement of the masked men was instantly torn open.

Gunpowder and the hunting dogs immediately felt much less stressed.

At this moment, Shan Yan also charged in like a tiger among sheep.

Relying on the protective aura of the army, he completely ignored the slashing attacks from the short blades.

With a powerful, sweeping motion, he cleaved a masked man and his knife flying with a single strike.

At this moment, the masked men finally realized that something was wrong.

Their tactical coordination, which they were so proud of, seemed pale and powerless in the face of overwhelming force.

Especially the leader, whose eyes, hidden behind his mask, flashed with a hint of horror.

I suspect their original plan was to take advantage of the fact that we and the evil corpses were both exhausted before they could reap the rewards.

But unexpectedly, the evil corpse was now struck by heavenly lightning and reduced to nothing.

Not only were we not completely wiped out, but we also unleashed a terrifying fighting force.

Seeing the situation reverse in an instant, the remaining seven or eight masked men began to consciously retreat, seemingly looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Don't kill them all, leave a few alive."

As I spoke, I wiped the blood-stained scalpel in my left hand on my trouser leg.

The timing of this group's appearance was too coincidental.

Laoxiongling is located in a remote area, and this ancient tomb is hidden deep in the mountains.

Not only were they able to pinpoint this location accurately, but they were also equipped with sophisticated weapons and even knew how to launch a sneak attack at the most crucial moment when Zhang Xuanqing was drawing lightning.

The only people who could be so familiar with this place and know why we're here are the orphan of the Sang family and the group of people behind him.

However, speculation is still just speculation.

We need to arrest a few people to verify before we can be sure.

Upon hearing my words, Gunpowder and Rock immediately changed their actions.

The attack shifted from deadly strikes to a strategy of grappling and suppression, where each move was designed to inflict injury on the other.

I will no longer use lethal force.

With a swift movement, I spotted a masked man who was preparing to flee.

I manipulated my qi to send the black bone needle flying out, instantly piercing his right calf and sealing his Weizhong acupoint.

The man's right leg went numb, and he collapsed to the ground.

But he reacted quickly, rolling on the spot and turning around to stab with his left hand holding the short blade.

I slightly turned to avoid the blade, and reached out with my left hand to grab his wrist.

The strength of the arms modified by the self-sewing technique is astonishing.

With just a gentle squeeze, I heard a crisp "crack" sound, and his wrist bone was crushed by my hand.

Then, the short blade in his hand fell to the ground.