Mao Jing charged ahead of me, his protective qi erupting as he gripped his longsword and rushed into battle.
Each slash cleaved through the evil entities, aimed straight at the red-haired old zombie.
Though there were many evil entities around us, as long as we remained uninjured, they would find it difficult to harm us.
The red-haired old zombie was no pushover either. The corpse baleful qi around him was gathering again.
The skin on his surface was rapidly repairing itself.
His formidable defenses were about to return.
The red-haired old zombie stared at Mao Jing and let out earth-shaking howls that tore through the night.
With a kick of both feet, he leaped straight at Mao Jing, his corpse arms thrusting directly toward him.
Mao Jing raised his hand and threw out three talismans.
They exploded with three loud booms, but none of them could harm the red-haired old zombie.
Finally, Mao Jing leaped up and slashed his sword at the red-haired old zombie's head.
But with a bang, the strike failed to break through his defenses. The zombie's arms swept directly toward Mao Jing's shoulders.
Though Mao Jing tried his best to evade, his left shoulder was still struck. The zombie's claws even caught hold of him, leaving several bloody holes as blood seeped out.
The red-haired old zombie opened his mouth and let out a howl, then bit toward Mao Jing's neck, intending to kill him.
Seeing this, Mao Jing spat out a mouthful of tongue-tip blood with a splurt, spraying it across the zombie's face.
"Ah..."
The red-haired old zombie screamed and staggered back a step.
That mouthful of tongue-tip blood was saturated with potent pure yang qi, causing the zombie's eyes to snap shut.
At almost the same instant, Mao Jing shouted:
"Now!"
As he