The other family heads were not willing to be outdone and all started to flatter Sha Mingyuan.

Sha Mingyuan felt so comfortable after hearing the flattery that he felt like he was floating on the ground. He stroked his long beard and laughed heartily.

"Crack, crack!" At this moment, the crackling sound of joints rubbing against each other came again from the huge pit in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

A skinny hand stretched out from the charred soil, and then a figure covered in a black robe appeared in front of him again. It was the evil man who practiced the art of summoning the dead!

Even the terrifying Lei Wei formation couldn't kill him! Everyone who was frantically flattering him suddenly stopped talking and looked at the man in horror. Sha Mingyuan's laughter also stopped abruptly.

The man stood in the pit, his eyes icy as he gazed at the people in the City Lord's Mansion. Only then did everyone see clearly that he was an old man with a haggard face, wrinkled all over, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life, as if he had already witnessed the cycle of life for millions of years.

Looking at the faces of Sha Mingyuan and others one by one, the old man seemed to show some satisfaction in his eyes, and he started to chant in a low voice again.

One after another, undead puppets wearing tattered sacrificial robes crawled out of the ground and approached the City Lord's Mansion again without haste.

"Lord City Lord..." Fei Changle and others were worried again, and they looked at Sha Mingyuan at the same time.

"Everyone, there's no need to panic. As long as the defensive formation is there, they can't rush in. I want to see how many undead puppets he can summon." Sha Mingyuan said firmly.

Although the necromancy is terrifying, it certainly consumes a lot of spiritual energy. However, he only uses the meteorite gold to activate the defensive formation, but he is in a position of rest and wait for the enemy to tire out, without worrying about not being able to wear down the opponent.

As he spoke, he continued to perform hand seals.

But this time, the beams of light that shot up into the sky did not change at all.

Sha Mingyuan was slightly stunned, and the others were also confused and subconsciously looked towards the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Ah..." A scream suddenly rang out, coming from the backyard.

Immediately afterwards, several more screams were heard. The wailing that had just subsided began to blare again, and the families rushed out from the backyard in terror, with hundreds of undead puppets wielding longswords chasing after them.

"Not good!" Sha Mingyuan exclaimed. It was then that he realized that the other party's necromancy was not only effective outside the City Lord's Mansion, but also inside the Mansion.

Obviously, the members of the Sha family who were responsible for activating several other formation points had all died tragically at the hands of the mummy sword. He alone was unable to activate the defensive formation.

"Sir, what should we do?" The head of the family behind him was also panicked. Looking at the mummies rushing out, he was scared to death.

"Let's fight and kill them!" Sha Mingyuan gritted his teeth and roared, rushing out first.

In front, hundreds of undead puppets have already rushed into the city lord's mansion. In the backyard, hundreds more undead puppets are coming one after another. Unfortunately, the defensive formation cannot be used. They have no choice but to fight to the death.

"Kill!" The heads of each family were also aware of this and could only follow him reluctantly.

Amidst the cries of killing, divine arts rose up from the sky and poured down towards the undead puppets.

Unfortunately, their strength was far inferior to Sha Mingyuan's, and they were unable to cause devastating damage to these undead puppets.

Amid screams, streams of blood mist rose into the sky, and the heads of various families fell one after another. Even they were in trouble, and those family members who had no strength to begin with were even more vulnerable.

In just half a quarter of an hour, most of the thousands of people gathered in the City Lord's Mansion were killed or injured. Blood gathered into a river, flowing from the bluestone ground, and the walls of the hall were dyed blood red.

Sha Mingyuan, along with two or three hundred Sha family members and several of the most powerful family heads, including Fei Changle, retreated to the city hall, struggling to defend the main gate. Nearly a thousand undead puppets blocked the gate, launching a relentless assault. Judging from their momentum, they clearly couldn't hold out for much longer.

Behind Sha Mingyuan, the family heads clutched their swords, tears streaming down their faces. Just outside the gate, their fathers, their children, their entire family and friends lay dead in a pool of blood, no longer breathing.

Their hearts were filled with regret. Why didn't they believe Mu Hanyan's words? Why didn't they want to leave Pingchuan City? Just because of their momentary greed, they caused their loved ones to die tragically on the spot!

Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now. They could only swing their swords numbly and cast their magic in vain, watching their last friend fall beside them, waiting for the rusty, yet cold and ruthless sword to pierce their bodies and take their lives.

The disciples of the Sha family who were guarding the surroundings continued to fall one after another. Their strength was far inferior to that of the heads of the other families. The strongest was only a mid-level spirit priest. Many of them could not even become priests. They just had stronger martial arts than ordinary people. How could they possibly withstand the tide of attacks from the undead puppets?

The entire City Lord's Mansion has become a Shura field, with blood flowing like a river and corpses everywhere. Of the thousands of people who stayed during the day, only Sha Mingyuan and strong men from various families are left now, with a total of less than a hundred people still struggling to hold on.

"Artifact, sir, your artifact!" Fei Changle finally had an idea in his despair. He thought of the Qiankun Seal of Life and Death and shouted to Sha Mingyuan anxiously.

Although this old fellow's strength cannot be said to be too strong, he is indeed very good at protecting himself. Last time in the Black Wood Prison, he held on to the end, and was sent out of the Black Wood Prison thanks to the uncle and nephew Zhao Xinghu and Zhao Zhiyuan. This time, he followed Sha Mingyuan closely and held on to the end.

"Yes, sir, don't you still have a magic weapon?" The heads of the families were also cheered up and looked at Sha Mingyuan expectantly.

"The Qiankun Seal of Life and Death is too powerful and can only be used once every half a month." Sha Mingyuan forced back the undead puppet in front of him with a sword and said with a wry smile.

If he could use the Qiankun Seal of Life and Death again, he would have used it long ago, so why would he need someone to remind him?

"What!" Fei Changle and others were stunned at the same time. They felt that all their strength was drained away in an instant, and they were completely desperate.

"Oh, sir, there's Mu Hanyan too. Let Mu Hanyan out first!" No wonder Fei Changle was able to survive until now. When it came to the moment of life and death, his brain worked much faster than others, and he immediately thought of Mu Hanyan.

Although he would most likely die if Mu Hanyan was freed, he would definitely die if he continued like this. In comparison, his chances of survival would be slightly greater if he released Mu Hanyan.

Upon hearing the words "Mu Hanyan," the eyes of the family heads, which had become ashen, regained their spirit. Although Mu Hanyan had been easily imprisoned by Sha Mingyuan, that was only due to the power of the artifact. In terms of true strength, she was still far superior to Sha Mingyuan. Only she could possibly withstand these undead puppets.