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

The old man stepped out with the Seven Stars Stance, and suddenly pointed his peach wood sword at the sky.

"Ray is coming!"

Click!

A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as an arm, appeared out of thin air, cleaved through the roof of Jubaozhai, and crashed into the first-floor hall.

The menacing paper soldiers were instantly reduced to ashes in the lightning.

Is this the expert sent by the provincial bureau?

The thunder magic of the Righteous Path is indeed domineering.

Looking at that bolt of lightning, I made a silent assessment in my mind.

If I were to face that attack head-on, even with my protective aura activated, I'd probably be badly injured.

Fortunately, we are allies.

This attack was incredibly powerful, but I knew in my heart that things were definitely not that simple.

The fact that the guardian of the tripod chose Jubaozhai as his base suggests that he couldn't have only provided such minimal protection.

Sure enough, as soon as the lightning dissipated, an even denser black mist erupted from the broken doors and windows.

That wasn't smoke; it was the tangible stench of corpses.

"roar--!"

Several roars came from the black mist.

Immediately afterwards, four pitch-black monsters crashed through the wall of the main hall of Jubaozhai and rushed out.

They were actually four iron corpses!

Unlike ordinary zombies, iron zombies not only need to be buried in a corpse-nurturing site for years of warming, but also require a large amount of special medicines and blood and qi to nourish them.

It requires a huge amount of time and resources.

The ferocious creatures created in this way are not only several times stronger than ordinary zombies, but also have the potential to evolve into higher forms.

The fact that the guardian of the cauldron can now unleash four iron corpses at once demonstrates the organization's profound strength.

Before the special operations team member at the forefront could even fire his gun, he was knocked away by a metal corpse.

The riot shield in his hand instantly twisted and deformed as if it were made of paper.

"Step back! Let the professionals handle this!"

Lu Yan gave a cold shout, and replaced the special pistol in her hand with two yellow talismans.

With a flick of her wrist, the yellow talisman ignited, transforming into two fire dragons that swept towards one of the iron corpses.

At the same time, a bald, burly man stepped out of the special operations team.

He wasn't carrying a gun; he was empty-handed, with a string of fist-sized Buddhist prayer beads hanging around his neck.

"evil creature!"

The burly man's eyes widened in anger, and his entire body instantly turned bronze, as if coated with a layer of gold powder.

He took a step forward, cracking the ground beneath his feet, and crashed head-on into an iron corpse.

"clang!"

The collision of flesh produced a sound like metal clashing.

The incredibly strong iron corpse was actually forced back three steps by him!

Buddhist Vajra Body?

I was secretly alarmed.

This special task force of the Folklore Bureau is indeed full of hidden talents. This burly man's martial arts skills are so strong that he has probably reached the level of having a body of copper and iron.

On the other side, a thin team member flung out a dark, gooey object.

That's an ink line.

The red ink lines intertwined in the air, instantly ensnaring an iron corpse that was attempting a sneak attack.

The ink line appeared to have been soaked in a high concentration of black dog blood and cinnabar.

As soon as the iron corpse touched the wire, it emitted hissing white smoke, roared in pain, and its movements instantly slowed down.

"Master Xuanzhen! The key to the formation is on the second floor!"

The team member who was playing with the ink line shouted.

Without his prompting, the old Taoist priest from the provincial bureau had already made his move.

The old Taoist priest stepped on the Seven Stars, and with his peach wood sword, he drew a Tai Chi pattern in the air, forcefully repelling the surging black mist, and rushed towards the second floor.

However, at that moment, a ghastly green lantern suddenly lit up on the second-floor railing.

A fat man dressed in a Tang suit appeared behind the lantern.

I noticed with keen insight that he was wearing a bright green thumb ring on his left thumb.

Wang De is the owner of Jubaozhai.

At this moment, his face was ashen, his eyes rolled back, and he was waving a small black triangular flag in his hand.

"Since you're here, don't leave! Perform the sacrifice!"

Wang De screamed and shook the small flag violently.

call--!

Suddenly, the ground around Jubaozhai cracked open, and countless black evil energies emerged from the ground, dancing wildly like tentacles.

That's the earth's evil energy!

This group of people had actually set up a demon-attracting array under Jubaozhai, drawing in all the evil energy from the underground of the entire Jiangcheng North District!

As the malevolent energy entered their bodies, the iron corpses that had been suppressed instantly went berserk.

The burly man who practiced the Vajra Body was sent flying by a single punch, spitting out blood.

The ink line snapped, and the skinny team member screamed as his fingers were cut and bled profusely.

Even Master Xuanzhen, who rushed towards the second floor, was blocked by an invisible wall, and the golden light on his peach wood sword dimmed considerably.

"This Hundred Soul Banner was prepared for a blood sacrifice; I'll use you as my first targets!"

Wang De laughed wildly, waving the small flag in his hand faster and faster.

As he moved, those malevolent tentacles began to condense in the air, vaguely forming a huge ghost face, its mouth wide open, as if trying to swallow everyone whole.

The situation reversed instantly.

The folklore bureau staff were trapped in the lobby on the first floor, unable to move forward or backward.

Although the thunder talisman in Lu Yan's hand could barely hold on, it was still a drop in the ocean against the endless evil energy of the earth veins.

"Damn it! He's overdrawing the earth's ley lines, trying to turn this place into a death trap!"

Lu Yan gritted her teeth, and a trickle of blood had already seeped from the corner of her mouth.

I could see it clearly from the unfinished building.

This is the nature of sorcerer duels: one wrong step leads to another.

Although the Folklore Bureau was well-equipped and had many experts, Wang De had the advantage of terrain and had set up this "extinction formation" in advance, so a direct confrontation would be too disadvantageous.

The other side seems to be far too well-prepared.

It was as if they knew in advance what the Folklore Bureau was going to do tonight.

I had some doubts.

But I don't have time to think too much right now; I have to break through the formation first.

Otherwise, all the members of the Folklore Bureau present tonight might end up here dead!

My gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield and locked onto Wang De on the second floor.

To be precise, it was the Hundred Souls Banner in his hand.

In my perception, that flag was like a huge vortex, continuously drawing in the evil energy from the ground and then supplying it to the surrounding iron corpses and ghost faces.

That's the key point of the formation.

But it is also a flaw.

Because the speed at which the evil energy circulated was too fast, so fast that Wang De simply couldn't control it.

His hands were trembling; the flag was devouring his life force.

At the point where the flagpole connects to his palm, there is an extremely small point where the flow of Qi stagnates.

That is the key to transforming malevolent energy.

If that spot is severed, the entire formation will instantly go out of control.

"Now."

I took a deep breath, and the murderous aura within me instantly surged.

Forbidden Technique: Cloak of Evil!

I did not fully activate the protective aura, but merely dispersed the aura into my limbs, instantly boosting their functions to their limit.

Then, I jumped off the platform on the fourth floor.

Those below were all focused on fighting, and no one noticed the shadow overhead.

At that moment, my falling figure was facing a broken window on the second floor.

Through the window, I could see Wang De's figure.

Seizing this critical moment, the black bone needle slipped from my fingertips.

As the malevolent energy was poured in, the bone needle emitted a soft buzzing sound.

"go!"

With a flick of my wrist, the bone needle transformed into a streak of dark light and shot towards Wang De's wrist.