I saw that the overwhelming army of wreckage had spread all around, and many of them had passed through the narrow passage and were about to come towards us. There were so many of them, like an endless stream of gray centipedes. Looking at the one in the front, it was just a corpse of a person in tattered clothes and armor, emitting a strong smell of earth and decay, without any flesh and blood, just white bones, and holding a rusty axe in his hand.

The skeleton horses made rhythmic sounds of clattering on the ground, and as they came closer, I discovered that their tattered armor was made of bronze, with a flying tiger pattern engraved on the head of the axe. Their clothing was somewhat similar to the ones on the murals in the cave. From this, I judged that their identity might be related to the Shurong tribe that had passed by.

They were getting closer and closer, and the skeleton cavalryman who was bearing the brunt of the attack had already raised his axe and was rushing towards them.

When it comes to dealing with one or two, I definitely have plenty of ways. With my ability to hear and distinguish sounds, I can maneuver among them and dodge and evade. They are just a pile of patchwork toys made of bones stuck together by beard fluid. They have no judgment ability and no five senses. They are just shadow puppets in the hands of the shadow puppet master. It is basically no problem to deal with them, but the key is that there are hundreds and thousands of them now, which is another matter.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. With such a large number, even a toy leather puppet would be in trouble. After all, these are not four hands, but thousands of hands, which have already made up for the gaps.

Seeing the skeleton cavalry swinging their axes, I was about to use the Golden Sword to block it, when suddenly a sound of something breaking through the wind rang in my ears. With a loud bang, the skeleton cavalry was instantly smashed to pieces, and its body parts scattered in the direction from which it came, and disappeared.

At least I threw the axe on the ground, I picked it up immediately and rode on Sanfu's back, thinking that no matter what, I must not let them rush over, I would fight one against one. Anyway, it was a narrow road, and it was not impossible to have one man blocking ten thousand. I just didn't know if I had enough physical strength. The axe was made of bronze, which was particularly heavy and inconvenient to wield. But no matter how heavy it was, it consumed strength, and the cost was much smaller. However, the cost of wielding the Golden Que Sword was too high, as it consumed all the mental energy in my body at once. How could I bear it?

Even if I let Sanfu lend me strength, it would be too exhausting to use. I'm afraid that after only a few swings, I would get a stitch in the side and die. Therefore, for now, this axe is the most ideal defensive tool.

I don't have time to think so much now. Seeing the army of debris getting closer and closer, all I can do is to protect this place as much as possible. I can only think of a solution slowly, but the key is to protect Yunwen first and not let those puppets get close to kill people.

Soon, the debris poured out of the corridor one by one. I tried my best to kill them with one blow, evaded their attacks, and swung my axe to smash them into pieces. Sanfu also hit them left and right, one after another, not daring to stop. There were more and more of them, so I could only dodge, attack, dodge, and attack, repeating these actions endlessly, and all the intruders were beaten to pieces. During this time, Sanfu and I cooperated with each other, attacking from top to bottom, and were able to stabilize a little.

Those guys have no brains, they are just puppets controlled by strings, they don't know what fear is, killing one is not enough to serve as a warning to the hundred, they will just take turns to attack, without any concept of life or death, they are just reckless. I could still hold on at first, but the longer it dragged on, the more I lost. My arms were sore from the swing of the axe, almost dislocated, and I didn't have enough physical strength, I was panting and sweating profusely.

In ancient warfare, fighting one against a hundred was already a sign of great skill. Now I am almost killing a hundred alone. There are more and more skeletons piled up in the corridor, some scattered, some defeated, but I can no longer cope with them, otherwise I will surely collapse and fall off my horse!

"Zhou Bo, we can't go on like this. You and Sanfu are almost exhausted. We are bound to fail if we are tired and exhausted. Come back from the tunnel quickly!" Yunwen shouted worriedly.

"No, if we let them get through, you'll be in danger. Sanfu and I understand this very well. You just hide well, and when I finish fighting, we can leave." I said.

After saying that, Sanfu and I used axes to chop and smash, while the other used dragon horns to hit and knock over. Fortunately, one of us used them, and the opponents could only come one after another. The latter jumped over the shattered bones of the former and continued to rush forward, and this went on continuously, and I really couldn't fight any more.

Fortunately, after I knocked over one of them, the area in front where the skeletons were piled up formed a temporary barrier. The skeleton army in the back had no choice but to keep piling up one after another, which invisibly tripped up many people in the front. I could hear the sound of skeletons stepping on each other increasing, so there must have been some kind of stampede happening.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and Sanfu also breathed out through his nose. We both rested for a while.

Just when I thought things might be turning around and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, I suddenly heard the creaking sound again. I had a bad feeling, so I looked down and saw that the bones that had been broken into pieces had been connected again in some special way, and they had crawled up from the ground again, just like before they were broken.

Then I remembered that they were controlled by silk strings. If the puppet strings were not cut in the puppet show, even if the puppets were broken up, the puppet strings would still be connected, and the power source would not be lost. That's the reason. I broke up their bodies, but did not hinder the puppet strings. In this sense, their power source was still there, and through the special silk threads, they were restored to their original form.

This also means that the efforts Sanfu and I made just now were all in vain and just a waste of energy.

They reassembled their shattered skeleton parts one by one until they were intact, then stood up again and prepared to charge us as before, and we were no longer able to resist.

"Is this the end?" I gasped, with a look of despair on my face.

At the same time, I also thought about what it means to "trap things well". In addition to the maze, is it also a fight of trapped beasts to let these remains of the dead entangle us over and over again? So what he said is really realistic.

At this time, a female voice came from his mind, saying: "Zhou Lang, fire overcomes wood. If you insist on the golden palace but don't understand the five elements, isn't it a waste?"

This reminder woke me up instantly. Wood is evergreen, but if it encounters fire, its life will be cut off!

I quickly dropped my axe, grasped Sanfu's dragon horn, pulled out the Golden Palace, and Sanfu borrowed the dragon's qi, so the Golden Palace shone. I looked at the endless remains of the dead and said, "The so-called rest in peace for the dead, you are the great tribe that built the Golden Palace Sword, you should not become puppets controlled by such evil things, allowing it to insult your remains endlessly. Now, let your souls rest in peace with the holy objects you built."

Immediately, the Golden Sword emitted a glittering light, and I raised it high, shouting, "Fire!"

Suddenly, a golden light burst out and turned into a sky-high red-feathered flaming tiger, which continuously burned all the debris in front of it into ashes in an instant. The flaming tiger roared incessantly between heaven and earth. It roared, pounced, bit, dashed, flew, and even let out a tiger roar, which instantly engulfed all the debris in flames, leaving only layers of ashes that were scattered by the wind.

Until the fire was extinguished and the skeletons were no longer there, the entire corridor was ablaze with flames and became quiet and empty.

"That one just now, was it Qiongqi? It looks like a tiger, has hedgehog hair and wings. It's inscribed as the Qiongqi beast. It's also said that Qiongqi leaps up the roots and eats poison. Doesn't that correspond to the phrase 'all evil spirits go away'? Qiongqi can eat ghosts, eliminate epidemics and cure poison, and all evil spirits go away. So that's how it is." Ting Yunwen muttered.

I put Jinque down and got off the horse. Yunwen came hurriedly to help me. Just when I thought everything was settled, my neck was suddenly entangled by a root that grew out of the ground. When I looked up, I saw that the mother root had already stood in front of the corridor. Then countless roots entangled us in an instant, and the wooden thorns kept piercing into my flesh!

This should be its final predicament, but it is enough to kill me, He Yunwen.