Mobilizing the Gods of the Thunder Department

Guided by the system, Lin Yan sprinted through the pitch-black, muddy mountain forest.

Wind and rain lashed his face, nearly forcing his eyes shut, but there was only one thought in his mind: faster! Faster!

From deep within the dense woods ahead came the faint sounds of fighting, screams, and hair-raising roars!

When Lin Yan burst through a patch of shrubs, the sight before him nearly froze his blood.

In a ravaged clearing, Qing soldiers' corpses lay scattered every which way, their deaths miserable beyond measure.

The lid of the Copper-Horned Golden Coffin had already vanished without a trace. Beside the coffin, a terrifying zombie dressed in the tattered robes of a Qing prince, its face purple-black, fangs bared, nails like blades, was holding a Qing soldier high in the air and biting down on his neck!

Taoist Qianhe's Daoist robe was stained with blood. Holding a peachwood sword, he stood back-to-back with two other wounded Qing soldiers, struggling to fend off the zombie's lunges.

His face was deathly pale; clearly, his injuries were far from light.

The zombie seemed to sense another living person approaching. It abruptly flung away the corpse in its hand, its blood-red eyes locking onto Lin Yan's direction as a horrifying, rasping growl came from its mouth.

"Ah Yan? Run!" Qianhe was both shocked and frantic when he saw Lin Yan.

Now!

Lin Yan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his eyes fixed firmly on the Imperial Zombie as it pounced toward him.

He concentrated all his focus, his will locking tightly onto that savage zombie, and silently recited the incantation the system had taught him:

"Nine Heavens Yingyuan Mansion, Thunder Sound Universal Transformation Venerable, Old Ancestor Wen Zhong, urgently as law commands!"

Heavenly Court, Thunder Department.

After that world-destroying great war,