Zombies belonged among the uncanny, yet they were not truly uncanny.
They were mutated monsters formed through corruption and transformation by uncanny qi, possessing certain uncanny traits.
But zombies felt no fear whatsoever of the faith power deterrence of City God Temples or ancestral halls.
For this very reason, for centuries, whether it was the Great Qian Dynasty's court, prominent clans and great families, or sects and gangs, all had strictly prohibited burial in the earth.
Where conditions permitted, the corpses of the dead had to be cremated before they could be interred in graves.
If cremation was not possible, they still had to undergo special treatment.
Everything possible was done to prevent the emergence of zombies.
Because this rule had been enforced quite strictly, uncanny entities were everywhere in the wilderness, while zombies were rather rare.
Yet now, hundreds of zombies had invaded Wu Manor, enough to make Zhang Yuan's scalp crawl.
This was absolutely abnormal!
But Zhang Yuan had no time at the moment to ponder whether this was a natural disaster or a man-made calamity.
He charged toward more zombies.
"Mountains stand high, waters run long~"
Suddenly, a deep and powerful voice rang through Wu Manor, reaching everyone's ears with crystal clarity.
"Wrathful Whale's might shall rise!"
The Wrathful Whale Disciples, who had been fighting on their own, were all invigorated by the voice and hurried to converge.
"Form the blade formation!"
Another thunderous roar rang out.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Every Wrathful Whale Disciple's blood boiled as their will to defend their home surged sharply.
Zhang Yuan naturally heard the voice as well.
He understood that one of the branch helm's senior experts was gathering the disciples to form a blade formation against the powerful enemy.
But after some thought, Zhang Yuan did not move toward them.