Two days later, at Mao Hour, day and night met, and dawn broke through the morning glow.
The rosy light passed through the poisonous miasma and Corpse Qi and spilled across Grave Mountain, yet it was stained with a gray, murky sheen, dim and deathly still.
The Dao Court side struck out in full force, beginning the final battle of suppression and slaughter.
Everything had already been arranged.
First, dozens of enormously destructive Second-Grade Talismans were activated.
Surging, roiling spiritual power condensed into tremendous killing force, either forming Blade Arrays, gathering into Fireballs, or transforming into Water Arrows, sweeping toward Grave Mountain.
The Zombies on Grave Mountain were directly swallowed by the talismans' spiritual might.
Batch after batch of Zombies were shredded by blades, burned by fire, soaked by water, and ultimately destroyed by the power of the talismans.
After that, great numbers of Walking Corpses surged over.
Yang Jishan waved his hand, and a row of cultivators stepped out, forming hand seals and bringing out all manner of Spirit Artifacts.
These Spirit Artifacts either transformed into a hundred Flying Swords, condensed into countless Silver Needles, or stirred up a sky full of fiery rain, killing toward the tide-like Walking Corpses.
The Walking Corpses fell one after another, pierced through by Spirit Artifacts, or else turned into flying ash.
After that, they still surged over like a tide.
After that, the Dao Court side used Talismans and Spirit Artifacts together once more.
Batch after batch of Walking Corpses were wiped out...
Most on the Dao Court side came from clans or sects, with long-standing inheritances and deep foundations; they were by no means something Lu Chengyun, who relied on marrying in and clinging to the dragon and perching on the phoenix, could compare to.
Once they truly used their trump