Actually, there was no need for me to shout. Everyone knew what kind of situation we were in.
Our greatest threat was that red-haired old zombie.
As long as the red-haired old zombie was dead, even with the ghost horde, corpse monsters, lesser zombies, and Nine Corpse Daoist himself surrounding us, our chances of survival would greatly improve.
But as long as the red-haired old zombie remained, our chances of living would be extremely low.
These three minutes were crucial.
Not a single second could be wasted.
With a swing of my right-hand sword, I directly slew an evil entity that had rushed into the cave.
My left hand formed a seal.
"Transform Hand into Weapon!"
"Thunder Method: Palm Thunder!"
"Boom..."
A thunderous blast rang out as black arcs of electricity, carrying the aura of Witch Runes, continuously surged and spread.
The surrounding evil entities exploded one after another, their souls scattered and destroyed.
Mao Jing gripped his longsword and charged straight outside.
A white-haired lesser zombie tried to block the cave entrance. Though its hardened body was tough,
it still could not withstand Mao Jing's current cultivation.
"Evil-Breaking Sword! Break!"
With one slash, the white-haired lesser zombie's head was sent flying with a bang.
Black blood immediately sprayed from its neck with a sizzling hiss.
Mao Jing kicked it to the ground and rushed out in an instant.
I followed close behind, with Zhang Yuchen after me.
Pan Ling immediately supported Tian Yong and sprinkled medicine powder over the wound on his neck to suppress the bacterial poison.
"Hold on, hold on..."
The three of us had just charged out of the cave
when we saw the red-haired old zombie still roaring from the effects of the Evil-Breaking Soup. Large areas of its face and neck had been corroded.