At the sight of those rotting, savage eyes, a chill shot straight to Old Mo's crown.
A corpse had risen!
There was Young Master Mo ahead, neither human nor ghost, and behind him, the Tomb Master Zombie had silently crawled out of its coffin. He had truly run headlong into monstrous baleful intent!
He was dead!
Old Mo's pupils trembled. With a flick of his hand, he flung out a cloud of fire powder from his sleeve.
The powder ignited upon meeting the air and exploded in an instant.
Using the fire powder as cover, Old Mo hurled out several Talismans in rapid succession: Third-Grade Blazing Fire Talismans, Third-Grade Golden Light Talismans, Third-Grade Earth Prison Talismans... all of them blasted into the Golden Core Zombie.
None of these Talismans were low-grade, and they were all Old Mo's treasured reserves, emergency measures he kept on hand to save his life.
Entering a tomb made it easy to encounter danger, perhaps even dangers whose nature one could not know. Many times, when one had fallen prey to evil, neither one's body, Lingli, nor divine sense would necessarily be of any use.
At times like that, emergency Talismans were practically indispensable. At critical moments, they could truly save one's life.
At the very least, they could buy a sliver of a chance to escape alive.
These Talismans were quite powerful. Golden light and blazing flames erupted from them, battering the Tomb Master's rotting corpse and instantly blasting it black and charred.
Taking advantage of that opening, Old Mo wasted no words. He immediately activated the strange, toadlike Toad Movement Technique and fled desperately toward the tomb door.
The Tomb Master Zombie flew into a rage. As a corpse creature, it had mutated after being nourished by Yin Qi, and it craved a bite