I might as well just become invisible.
Lang Zongyi stared intently: "The fog seems to get thicker the further we go in."
Cultivators can see in the dark, but this requires consuming a certain amount of spiritual energy.
The same applies through the fog.
Yan Jiu took out another flashlight.
He handed it to Lang Zongyi in a friendly manner.
Lang Zongyi received it in disbelief.
Then I discovered that the flashlight's magic had disappeared.
Lang Zongyi tried to keep his tone calm: "If you can't use it, what are you going to do with it?"
Yan Jiu said truthfully, "I've made you happy for nothing!"
Lang Zongyi: "..." Can I refuse to share the spoils?
Yan Jiu finally stopped teasing people, because they arrived at the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation arranged with black wooden coffins.
The fog grew thicker and thicker.
It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
The ground beneath my feet suddenly shook.
I noticed the popularity.
The lids of several coffins suddenly flew off.
Then.
One after another, disfigured zombies clad in armor bared their sharp teeth and pounced on Yan Jiu and the others.
Lang Zongyi instinctively stood in front of the people.
Yan Jiu pulled Lang Zongyi behind the Mountain God.
At the same time, the green bamboo in his hand struck the zombie with unstoppable force, and the resulting shockwave emitted golden light.
Then.
Yan Jiu planted the green bamboo straight into the ground.
The cold, golden light emanating from Yan Jiu spread outwards, and the resulting shockwaves temporarily dispelled the thick fog.
Yan Jiu sometimes had his palms facing upwards and his fingers curled up, and sometimes his palms faced each other and his fingers were aligned.
As Yan Jiu cast his spell and formed hand seals.
Countless golden swastikas rose from the sky.
Like arrows, they flew through the zombies' bodies, scattering their severed flesh in the air, their throats emitting uncontrollable screams of pain.
A weak voice came from behind.
"Could you please show mercy, sir?"
Yan Jiu turned a deaf ear.
The voice seemed to have anticipated this, and continued, "If you are willing to let them go, Guan Zian is willing to exchange the Three Pure Bells and his life for it."
Yan Jiu immediately stopped, pretending to be serious, and said, "I'm not after the Three Pure Bells or you; I'm just doing a good deed."
As he spoke.
Yan Jiu took out the talismans he had smuggled for free and stuck them on the foreheads of the zombies one by one.
The voice paused for a moment, as if it had been a long time since it had heard such unreasonable yet unassailable words.
He spoke after a long pause.
"...What you say is absolutely right, sir."
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