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

They did not launch a direct attack on Qingyunzi.

Instead, like ink drops falling into water, they retreated into the remaining shadows and bushes.

In the blink of an eye, these dozen or so figures exuding powerful auras vanished into thin air.

However, although the people disappeared, the sense of oppression in the room increased exponentially.

The air seemed to thicken, and an invisible force of strangulation rapidly spread and intertwined across the scorched earth.

The gravel on the ground began to move on its own without any wind, trembling slightly and making a soft, clattering sound.

Watching the figures around him vanish in an instant, and feeling the increasingly heavy atmosphere of killing intent in the air, Qingyunzi's brows furrowed tightly into a "川" shape.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, reached into his pocket, and grabbed a few talismans he had kept hidden away. He couldn't help but mutter something under his breath:

"This kid is fucking wicked."

I've traveled the world for many years, and I've never seen so many guardians of the tripod come out in such large numbers.

I never expected that this time I would encounter such a life-threatening situation.

"I must have owed this kid something in my past life."

Despite his complaints, Qingyunzi's eyes became sharper than ever before.

He took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of burnt food, and the Taoist energy within his body began to circulate wildly.

A powerful aura erupted from him, forcefully creating a vacuum zone amidst the approaching invisible killing intent.

On the other side, Shi Jing slowly straightened up.

His crimson eyes were fixed on Qingyunzi, and his fire-attribute inner energy began to gather again, ready for battle.

As soon as Qingyunzi makes a move, he will be met with a fatal blow from Shi Jing in conjunction with the great formation.

The fuse of the battle has burned to its last flame.

An even more brutal battle is about to unfold once again on these ruins.

The chilling atmosphere in the air was so thick that it was almost condensing into water droplets.

The killing formation set up by more than ten Dan Realm experts was like an invisible net, completely covering this scorched land.

The rubble on the ground trembled slightly uncontrollably under the pull of the array's energy.

However, at this critical moment, Shi Jing paused slightly in his action of gathering his inner energy.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head sharply, his eyes fixed on the distant sky.

At the same time, Qingyunzi, who was originally preparing to fight to the death, also twitched his ears sharply upwards.

It seems that a sound wave frequency that is difficult for ordinary people to detect has been captured.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Jing's expression began to shift between light and dark.

The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and a deep sense of fear and resentment flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Then, Shi Jing forced out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"The folklore bureau's nose is as sharp as ever."

Standing opposite Shi Jing, Qing Yunzi felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his tense body after hearing the noise from the sky.

He appeared to relax completely.

Inside his pocket, Qingyunzi's hand, which was holding the talisman, remained completely still.

However, with his other hand, he extended a little finger and casually picked at his ear, displaying none of the airs of a superior.

Qingyunzi glanced sideways at Shi Jing, who was ten meters away, grinned, and said with a smile:

"What's wrong, you old madman? Aren't you leaving? I'm here to take you in!"

Despite Qingyunzi's barbed and sarcastic remarks, Shi Jing did not fly into a rage again.

He was very aware of his current physical condition.

The wound on his chest, inflicted by the black blade, was now retaliating fiercely, compounded by his recent exchange with Qingyunzi.

He can't even unleash 30% of his peak strength now.

If he insists on staying and fighting, facing the unfathomable Qingyunzi, plus the upcoming reinforcements from the Folklore Bureau, he will definitely perish here today.

Shi Jing took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging blood energy and killing intent within his body.

He ignored Qingyunzi's sarcasm, turned his head, and took a deep look at the array that Qingyunzi had set up with copper coins.

In that glance, there was hatred for being hurt, and fear of the black knife.

But more than anything, there was the regret of not succeeding.

Then, Shi Jing very rationally turned his head, gave a crisp and decisive gesture to the subordinate next to him, and issued the order to retreat.

The subordinate understood immediately, turned around, and let out several bird calls of varying lengths towards the remaining dense forest.

As soon as that sound came out, the thick, impenetrable killing intent that had been emanating from the field dissipated rapidly in all directions, like the receding tide.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Jing took a step and flew away.

The dozen or so Dan Realm experts who were hiding in the shadows did not make any extra noise after receiving the retreat order.

Like a group of ghosts, they followed Shi Jing's footsteps and quickly retreated from the ruins, disappearing into the vast primeval jungle from all directions.

In just a few seconds, the suffocating sense of oppression vanished completely.

All that remained was the mournful sound of the wind blowing across the scorched earth.

Seeing this, Qingyunzi stood still, looking in the direction where Shi Jing and the others had disappeared, and curled his lip.

"You're lucky you ran fast, old man."

He sighed deeply and reached out to brush the dust off his robes.

Then he turned around and walked back to me.

Qingyunzi removed the copper coin formation around him and squatted down right next to me.

He looked at my current miserable state, barely breathing and with my chest covered in blood, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Then, he once again extended his warm palm and gently placed it on my chest.

A stream of righteous and peaceful Taoist internal energy flowed into my body through his palm once again.

During the process of transferring the energy, Qingyunzi's mouth was also busy, constantly muttering to himself:

"You're really lucky, kid."

If it weren't for my sudden urge to join in the fun today, you would have already given your life to the King of Hell.

"When you wake up, I'm going to make you pay dearly. I've really lost out today..."

About two minutes passed like this.

The previously indistinct mechanical roar in the sky had now become deafening.

A violent gust of wind descended from the sky, causing the surrounding withered branches and leaves to scatter everywhere.

A military attack helicopter painted entirely in dark gray, exuding a tremendous sense of oppression, slowly landed on a relatively flat, scorched earth less than thirty meters away from Qingyunzi.

The helicopter's heavy landing gear made a dull thud as it hit the ground.

The wind whipped up by the propeller made Qingyunzi's robes flutter wildly, but his figure, crouching on the ground, remained as steady as Mount Tai, and the hand covering my chest did not tremble even slightly.