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

The soil on the ground was blown away layer by layer, and the once flat woodland was plowed into terrifying ravines several meters deep.

Even the hard rocks hidden beneath the soil were shattered into fine powder by the violent energy, mixing with the dust that filled the sky and blocked out the sun.

The area where the two were fighting had completely transformed into the eye of a raging storm.

The wind howled, the fire raged, and the thunder roared.

The jungle within a radius of several meters was completely leveled in less than two minutes.

The ground was littered with burning logs, charred pits, and rubble that had become semi-vitrified under the high temperature.

While dealing with Shi Jing, Qing Yunzi also had to spare some attention to manipulate several faintly glowing copper coins to set up a small defensive array around me.

This is to keep out all the potentially deadly aftershocks of the battle.

Shi Jing clearly noticed this as well, and a cunning and cruel glint flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

After a fierce clash, Shi Jing used the recoil to forcefully twist his body in mid-air.

He abandoned his pursuit of Qingyunzi, instead raising his fists high, gathering all his inner energy, and transforming it into a huge dark red fire meteor with a diameter of over two meters, which he then slammed down onto the formation on the ground.

"You old bastard, you're really ruthless!"

Upon seeing this, Qingyunzi's face darkened, and a hint of genuine anger flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the small defensive formation he had set up would definitely not be able to withstand Shi Jing's all-out attack.

At the critical moment, Qingyunzi no longer held back.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, muttered some incantations, and then suddenly pushed forward.

An ancient talisman, entirely purplish-gold in color and radiating a heart-pounding aura, flew out from his palm.

"cut!"

The purple-gold talisman shattered in mid-air, transforming into a massive magic sword several meters long, formed entirely of pure golden lightning.

The magic sword, carrying a terrifying power capable of tearing the sky apart, slashed fiercely at the falling dark red fire meteor.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar, seemingly capable of shattering the entire mountain, erupted in mid-air.

The golden lightning and the dark red flames collided, generating a terrifying shockwave that defied description.

The shockwave, like a tsunami, swept wildly in all directions, skimming the ground.

A moment later.

As a gust of hot wind swept through, the smoke and dust in the center of the battlefield were finally dispersed, revealing the result of the earth-shattering clash.

Shi Jing's current situation can be described as extremely dire.

The cauldron master, who was guarding the cauldron, was kneeling on one knee at the edge of the charred pit, panting heavily.

His clothes had long since turned to ashes under the bombardment of thunder, revealing his withered yet iron-hard body.

The most fatal thing was the knife wound in his chest.

The malevolent energy that he had forcibly suppressed with his inner energy completely lost control after his unrestrained and all-out outburst.

The black, malevolent energy, like a persistent carbuncle, was frantically eroding his flesh and blood, clashing with the raging fire poison within his body.

With a loud "whoosh," Shi Jing suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his already sinister face becoming even more distorted.

His injuries worsened, and his vital signs plummeted to a dangerous low.

On the other side, just a few dozen meters away from Shi Jing, Qing Yunzi was not in a relaxed state either.

This unassuming master from Maoshan was now wearing clothes that were torn in many places, with the edges covered in marks from lightning and fire.

His once meticulously combed Taoist hair was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands of gray hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

Qingyunzi's chest heaved violently, and his breathing was noticeably more rapid than before.

Clearly, that powerful move had taken a toll on him.

However, even though he looked a little tired, Qingyunzi's feet were still firmly planted on the ground, like an old tree with roots firmly planted.

Behind him, the small defensive formation made of a few ancient bronze coins still emitted a faint light.

Just as the situation reached a brief stalemate, both sides were making the most of every second to recover their inner energy.

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound came from the edge of the remaining dense forest.

The sound was very soft at first, like the wind blowing through the leaves.

But soon, accompanied by the sound of footsteps crushing scorched branches, figures began to emerge from the shadows from all directions.

These people were all different, and their clothes and appearances varied.

Some wore modern black tactical uniforms that were easy to move in the mountains and forests, while others wore loose-fitting coarse cloth long gowns, and some even dressed in the attire of ethnic minorities from the Miao region.

Without exception, the way these people stared at Qingyunzi was hostile.

A quick glance revealed that there were no fewer than ten people arriving from all directions!

What's even more chilling is that none of these dozen or so cultivators of all kinds are below the Dan realm!

If this power were deployed in the outside world of folk customs, it would be enough to easily destroy a third-rate sect.

After they appeared, they made no noise, but quickly occupied various positions on the edge of the ruins.

The positions formed a huge encirclement, trapping Qingyunzi, who stood in the center, within it.

Just as the encirclement was formed, a slightly disheveled figure swiftly swooped down from the high ground behind.

His clothes were covered in a thick layer of dust and even had several cuts from sharp objects, making him look quite disheveled.

Judging from his appearance, he was one of the people who had crawled out of the underground volcanic cave.

The man moved with lightning speed, leaping across the scorched ground in a few bounds and landing steadily in front of Shi Jing, who was kneeling on one knee.

Ignoring the tense atmosphere around him, he knelt on one knee, his voice tinged with fear and self-reproach, and said with his head bowed:

Shi Jing stared intently at Qing Yunzi in the distance, then rudely raised a hand, interrupting his subordinate's words.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Shi Jing's voice was terribly hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Set up the formation! Today, I'm going to leave this old scoundrel here for good!"

"yes!"

Upon hearing this, he responded decisively, then quickly stood up, put two fingers in his mouth, and blew a short whistle.

"call out--!"

The whistle, sharp as a whistle, suddenly exploded in the air above the desolate ruins.

The moment the whistle blew, the figures of the dozen or so Dan Realm experts who had been standing around Qing Yunzi and surrounding him all blurred at the same time.