"Spicy!"
"I'm back in that damn coffin again."
"Go to sleep, go to sleep. By the time we wake up, they'll probably all be dead."
"Nothing can't be solved with a good night's sleep; if it can't, then just get some more sleep."
"..."
The resentment inside the coffin seems to have a detached perspective.
Since we're here, let's make the best of it.
It's not like I've never been here before.
Next comes what they excel at: keeping the old man warm.
Qin Ze looked up and saw that the surface of the coffin, which had suppressed resentment, was covered with dense cracks.
Clearly, this artifact has reached its limit of use.
The spirit's surface remained gray and had not regained its freedom after the resentment was separated from Qin Ze.
Once the resentment was completely dispelled, the chairman headed straight for the coffin.
Qin Ze hurriedly said on the Local Area Network, "Don't let him touch that coffin!"
If the guild leader touches the coffin, he can merge with the resentment and thus gain control of the artifact's spirit.
No wonder the coffin and the spirit were so close, they could touch each other with just a turn of the head; it was all prepared for this moment.
Taking advantage of the moment when the barrier dimmed, Brother Devour crashed into the air with a deafening Sonic Boom, delivering a powerful Iron Mountain Lean to the side of the guild leader, causing him to veer off course.
"Go touch the coffin, everyone!"
At Qin Ze's command, his clones swarmed like locusts, rushing towards the coffin.
"Stop them!"
After receiving the leader's instructions, the Wandering Corpse formed groups and surrounded the coffin.
Their movement speed was already fast, and coupled with their immunity to the barrier, they were the first to seize the high ground.
But the chairman would never dare let them touch the coffin.
The Wandering Corpse can only execute simple commands, such as charge or retreat.
If the Wandering Corpse were to obtain the Demon Suppression Hall, they would have no idea how to use it.
The most likely outcome is that both sides will be refined together.
The guild leader was quite envious as he watched his clones fiercely battling the Wandering Corpse.
If he has such a loyal group of subordinates, achieving great things will be just around the corner.
This road is blocked!
Brother Devour clung tightly to the guild leader, perfectly illustrating the meaning of following closely behind.
The guild leader is incredibly annoyed; Brother Devour is too tanky and can't be killed in a short time.
If you ignore him, he'll stick to you like a leech.
On the other side, the Dharma King was leading his avatars in a charge towards the coffin.
Amidst the flashes of lightning, a large number of Wandering Corpse vanished into thin air.
However, due to the presence of the gray fog, they can instantly return to normal.
Meanwhile, the gray fog debuff also applies to the clones.
With both approaches combined, the group found themselves unable to move an inch for a time.
The Dharma King cursed on the Local Area Network: "Where are all the supports? Are they all suffering from rheumatism? The team fight has been going on for so long and they're still nowhere to be seen!"
Soon, the Dharma King received a reply from A Bing on the Local Area Network.
" The Light Prayer has arrived!"
A Bing crossed the spatial barrier and showered his clones with a large cloud of Smiley Face Pollen.
"You've been strengthened; you can go and deliver it."
The Smiley Face Pollen offset some of the debuffs from the gray fog, and its powerful healing and purification abilities also extended the clones' time on the field.
A white Fog of War suddenly spread through the space, adding another layer of " Fervor " enhancement to the clones.
"Luckily, I made it in time."
The Mist Lord breathed a sigh of relief.
He wasn't very lucky. Before the team battle started, he was teleported to the very Sidelines of the Demon Suppression Hall by the changing Space Rule, and it took him quite a while to get there.
The Fog of War disoriented the Wandering Corpse.
They turned into drunkards, staggering as they walked.
The Dharma King shouted "Cai!" and led his many clones to push forward a great distance.
"The protagonist who turns the tide always makes their appearance at the very end."
Magician appears in a dazzling display, complete with special effects.
The cards swirled and danced around it, adorned with countless shimmering stars.
"Don't..."
The Mist Lord tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The moment the Magician entered the arena, he threw out a Star card of the Skill of Arts.
The Magician spread his arms wide, a smirk playing on his lips, and said, "Let 'Reversal of the Overall Situation!"
The card shattered into dazzling starlight, and its power began to take effect.
A matching black shadow appeared next to each of the Wandering Corpse present.
The shadow inherits all the attributes of the Wandering Corpse, is immune to physical attacks, and can be resurrected through the gray mist.
The number of Wandering Corpse instantly doubled, and the advantage that the clones had just gained was snatched back.
"Holy crap! Who let this bastard draw cards?"
"Seriously! How can we win a team battle with teammates like this?"
"Please, sir, stop using your supernatural powers!"
"A classic start, a crushing defeat for my teammates."
"..."
The Mist Lord's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he stared at the Magician expressionlessly.
A hint of embarrassment appeared on the Magician's old face. "Even a thoroughbred horse can stumble. I'll draw another one."
The Mist Lord brandished his Mist Blade: "Hand or card?"
The Magician gave a sheepish smile.
The guild leader, who was locked in combat with Brother Devour not far away, raised his eyebrows upon seeing the strange card.
"Is that Spirit Divination Stick?"
"I didn't expect such a pleasant surprise."
The president almost let out a strange "hehehe" laugh.
The endless rebirth of the Wandering Corpse has left the clones in a state of chaos, and most importantly, they continue to be released.
The Magician said to the Mist Lord beside him, "Let me draw another card; things can't get any worse than they are now."
Qin Ze, focused on devouring the food, said, "Let him draw."
Helpless, the Mist Lord had no choice but to let go.
The Magician beamed, "I did a fortune telling on my way here, and my luck is exceptionally good today!"
Having said that, the Magician, fearing that Qin Ze might change his mind, immediately threw out a Skill of the God.
boom--
The card shattered, and a golden beam of light shot into the sky.
The clone that had just fallen a second ago stood up again the next, and no matter how serious the injury, it was healed again.
It's like losing your sense of direction; your punches always miss.
In contrast, Wandering Corpse are simply dead.
Even if the gray fog exists, they can never be reborn.
The Magician nearly jumped up in excitement. " Reversal of the Two Poles!"
The Circus and the Wandering Corpse swapped their area effects.
The gray fog affects the clones, while the Fog of War inflicts Fervor on the Wandering Corpse.
The Wandering Corpse, having lost its infinite lifespan, shattered at the slightest touch.
No matter how many of them there are, they cannot stop the advance of the numerous clones.
"What did I say before? Magician can't keep pulling forever."
"Go for it, big brother who's good at drawing cards!"
"You know, Magician, I've always been on your side, it's just that their dogs were barking so loudly that they drowned out my voice."
"..."
Listening to the clones' babbling, the Magician scoffed, "What a shameless face!"
Qin Ze opened his eyes at this moment, having completely refined the Source of Jiuyou.
The president's hook operation has failed; he is no longer able to split the Origin of Jiuyou from the Golden Source of God.
"You old bastard, die!"
Qin Ze activated his beast form, carrying Miss Sword Case as he soared into the sky.
Seeing this, the president said in a deep voice, "You've really given me one surprise after another."
But your struggles are ultimately futile.
The Jiuyou Netherworld phantom behind him merged with the guild leader, and the powerful aura it unleashed instantly forced Brother Devour back.
Since the hook operation failed, there is no need to continue releasing the Origin of Jiuyou.
The chairman, whose physical assets had skyrocketed, reached out his right hand toward the coffin.
Qin Ze also entered the Void Traversal, his destination also being the coffin.