Absurdly Fierce!
Several days later.
A group of disciples from the Holy Sect gathered from all directions and landed on the outskirts of Great Black Mountain.
The mountains before me rise and fall, covered in lush forests, no different from any other mountain range.
The market town nestled in the mountains, which should have been bustling with people, was eerily quiet at this moment. Not a single person could be seen, and even the sounds of birds, beasts, and insects had completely disappeared, with only the mournful whistling of the mountain wind blowing through the treetops.
The entire mountain was shrouded in a deathly stillness; its exterior appeared perfectly normal, yet it always gave people a strange sense of oppression.
Before everyone could explore in detail, the first few dozen Holy Sect disciples stepped onto the foothills.
Boom!
The world suddenly changed color!
A deep, muffled roar erupted from the ground.
In an instant, countless jet-black beams of light, filled with resentment, shot into the sky from all directions of Great Black Mountain.
They rapidly intertwined in the high sky, transforming into a massive, pitch-black light shield that descended inverted, enveloping most of the mountainside and all the Holy Sect disciples on it!
An overwhelming stench of corpses and a stench of resentment assaulted the senses.
A chilling wind howled, disturbing the mind.
The light dimmed instantly, as if dusk had arrived prematurely.
"Formation Art!" someone exclaimed in alarm.
Qi Yun's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze quickly sweeping over the filthy corpse energy that was corroding the vitality of life, and a name immediately flashed through his mind.
[Nine Yin Nine Resentments Grand Array]!
It's the Zombie Alliance's trapping and killing evil formation!
Before he could finish speaking, another strange change occurred within the formation.
The ground churned violently, and rotting or shriveled zombies burst from the earth, emitting unconscious roars.
Mixed in among them were a few iron corpses with dark metallic skin and even faster movements.
And a few bronze corpses, their bodies bronze and exuding a fierce aura.
These corpses, crafted using Secret Method by the Zombie Alliance, swarmed out from all directions like locusts drawn by the scent of blood, instantly launching a desperate attack on the Holy Sect disciples trapped within the formation.
"Form ranks! Defend!"
"Don't panic! Find the person Corpse Control!"
Exclamations, roars, the explosions of Law Technique, and the clash of weapons instantly echoed through the valley; a great battle erupted without warning!
Just as a disciple's flying sword shattered two walking corpses, an iron corpse pounced from the side and tore through his protective Law Technique with a claw, dragging him into the horde of corpses with a scream.
On the other side, several disciples formed a battle formation back to back and cast Law Technique one after another, blasting the surging zombies to pieces.
But even more zombies and iron zombies fearlessly surged forward, their attacks relentless and relentless.
Amidst the chaos, Qi Yun frowned slightly, but remained calm.
We had barely arrived when the Zombie Alliance suddenly attacked.
Were they already lying in ambush here?
Where are the people from the Holy Sect Market?
Are they all dead?
Seeing the three zombies roaring and rushing closer, Qi Yun's expression turned cold, and he made a hand Method Formula with his right hand.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle--!
The ground in front of them suddenly exploded, and three jet-black Flowing Light shot out with a sharp whooshing sound.
The long iron spikes, formed from refined steel sand, move at an astonishing speed.
With a soft "thud," it pierced the heads of the three zombies with pinpoint accuracy.
A terrifying force sent their corpses flying backward.
It slammed heavily against the large tree behind it, blood flowing freely.
More zombies and an iron corpse burst through the chaotic battlefield upon hearing the sound, surging towards Qi Yun like a black tide.
A tall, black-haired iron corpse roared, its pungent, foul stench filling the air, and its claws, harder than iron, pierced straight for Qi Yun's heart.
A cold glint flashed in Qi Yun's eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, pressing forward with his right hand.
Buzz!
Countless fine, refined steel pellets surged forth from his sleeve.
It rapidly rotates, rubs, and condenses in front of the body!
The intense heat generated by the high-speed motion caused the air in front to distort slightly, instantly forming a scorching dark red vortex of iron sand!
As soon as the iron corpse's claws entered the vortex, a series of teeth-grinding "crack" sounds rang out.
The claws, as tough as refined iron, were instantly shredded and ground to dust by the raging iron sand!
Iron Corpse grunted and tried to retreat.
"Want to leave?"
Qi Yun scoffed coldly, his five fingers clenching tightly!
The scorching iron sand vortex suddenly contracted, instantly engulfing most of the iron corpse's body.
A piercing, grinding sound erupted, sending sparks flying!
The next moment, the vortex dispersed, transforming back into quicksand-like steel sand that Qi Yun and danced around them.
The ferocious iron corpse had vanished.
All that remained was a pile of charred remains mixed with metal fragments!
"Holy crap, that's incredible?!"
The three Holy Sect disciples who were working together to kill an Iron Corpse were stunned when they witnessed Qi Yun slaughtering the Iron Corpse as if it were a chick.
Qi Yun crushed the iron corpse with a swift, cold glint in his eyes and strode forward.
Wherever it passed, dark light shimmered and heat waves were oppressive.
He didn't even need to use any other Law Technique; with just this hundred-refined steel sand, which he could control at will, combining strength and gentleness, and was incredibly hot, he cleared a small vacuum zone in the surging tide of corpses!
Their methods are ruthless, swift, and incredibly efficient!
This stood in stark contrast to the somewhat chaotic battles fought by the other disciples around him.
The surrounding corpses were piling up at a visible rate.
Most of them are incomplete, as if they have been crushed by an invisible millstone.
Qi Yun there, surrounded by black sand and steaming heat, like a god of war emerging from purgatory.
However, his gaze grew increasingly solemn as he scanned the seemingly endless horde of corpses and the shadowy figures of the Zombie Alliance disciples outside the great formation, who appeared to be coldly observing.
Was it really an ambush?
Seeing that the number of zombies around him was increasing and seemed endless, Qi Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.
If this continues, even he will run out of True Qi.
Just then, a dark green light suddenly rose from one side, forcefully tearing through the black light membrane set up by the [Nine Yin Nine Resentments Grand Array].
"I am Yuan Hai, the True Cultivator stationed at the Holy Sect Market. Disciples of the Holy Sect, come here immediately."
The sudden sound made the disciples of the Outer Mansion's eyes light up.
But as soon as he took a step, he hesitated.
Could it be a trap?
"Who knows the art of divination to predict good or bad fortune?"
The zombies continued to surge forward like a tide. Seeing his fellow disciples still hesitating and surprised, Qi Yun shouted in a deep voice, calming their hearts like a pillar of strength.
"I can!"
"Me too!"
The next instant, a dozen or so outer disciples who had mastered the art of divination responded loudly.
The clanging of compasses, counting rods, and tortoise shells echoed, calculating the trends of good and bad fortune.
"A dragon soars in the sky, auspicious to meet a great man! A lucky omen!"
"The three missions bring good fortune; the timing is right and the people are harmonious—it's an auspicious sign!"
"After all is stripped away, prosperity returns; after adversity, peace is restored. Calamity has passed, and blessings are reborn. It is like the clouds parting to reveal the bright moon, and the dust clearing to bring forth light."
The divination results were all auspicious, and everyone was overjoyed.
"Martial arts practitioners and swordsmen, follow me and charge forward! The rest of you disciples, provide support!"
With his hands moving in a flurry of hand Method Formula, Qi Yun forward, taking the lead, towards the location of the dark green light.
"I will obey the leader's command!"
The martial arts and sword cultivators from the Holy Sect all around responded in unison, unleashing their full combat power, and charged forward together from Qi Yun's left and right.
Under such dire circumstances and immense pressure.
The disciples of the Holy Sect cooperated with rare sincerity.
The precarious stalemate was suddenly breached!