These Iron Corpses, relentless and unafraid of death, were guarding the Corpse King.
The previously quiet horde of zombies had once again erupted into chaos, their eyes red with rage, they roared and charged towards the cultivators recklessly, as if not allowing anyone to offend their "King".
In an instant, the hill of tombs had descended into a fiercer battle of life and death.
Bai Zisheng, clutching his long spear, was ready to fight again, but was restrained by Bai Zixi.
Bai Zixi brought Bai Zisheng to Mo Hua's side, stood in front of both, and with her delicate fingers formed a sword technique, creating streams of sword light with radiant white flames, protecting the three of them.
Zombies that came into contact with the sword light were burned by the white flames.
Mo Hua watched the Corpse King from afar.
The aura of the Corpse King grew stronger bit by bit, and the twisted Taoist Meaning on its body also deepened gradually.
Mo Hua's gaze sharpened and then proceeded to draw a Thick Earth Formation beneath his feet and began to meditate, communing with something through his Divine Sense.
Batches of Foundation Building Cultivators charged towards the Corpse King.
Yet time and time again, they were blocked by the Iron Corpses.
Yang Jishan's face was pale, his heart burning with anxiety.
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The Corpse King was slowly awakening, turning into a Taoist Demon.
If the Corpse King was not slain, everyone would perish!
Even the Minor Wilderness State Boundary would suffer calamity.
Yang Jishan picked up the Sunset Spear, consumed a Spirit Revitalizing Pill, and then took a Big Restoring Pill, exhausting the last of his Spiritual Power to reactivate the Sunset Spear.
This spear thrust was equally awe-inspiring.
The firelight condensed, and the spear blazed like the sun.
Yang Jishan, unable to reach the Corpse King, exerted all his strength and threw the long spear, transforming it into a fiery comet, striking towards the Corpse King.
But this spear was also blocked by the corporeal sacrifice of an Iron Corpse, and although it reached the Corpse King, it was caught in one hand by the King.
The Corpse King twisted, snapping the Sunset Spear, its flesh instantly morphing into a bronze color.
Then, the Corpse King let out a roar towards the sky.
The Corpse Qi soared, obscuring sun and sky.
The horizon faintly glowed blood red.
This roar was akin to a command.
At this moment, not only the entirety of the graveyard, but also the mine, and even the entire boundary of South Yue City, all zombies — as if hearing the order — converged towards the Corpse King, seemingly to worship their "Monarch".
Yang Jishan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
All the cultivators had their scalps tingle with dread.
Many faces showed despair.
The gaunt old man said, "Leader Yang, first think of a way to break through. Save as many as we can!"
Yang Jishan clenched his teeth tightly and said helplessly, "Alright!"
But he also knew, under the Corpse King's command of the Corpse Tide, even if they fled, they couldn't escape.
This was but a slim chance of survival.
But without trying to flee, there was no chance at all.
The cultivators retreated under cover of the Taoist Soldiers, while Mo Hua still remained in place.
Seeing this, Yang Jishan immediately shouted, "Junior Brother!"
He wanted to tell Mo Hua to flee, but in this brief moment, Mo Hua had already been surrounded by Iron Corpses.
Yang Jishan could not save him even if he tried.
Yang Jishan was in a great hurry, but what followed made him stunned.
He noticed that the Iron Corpses had only encircled Mo Hua, but dared not approach him.
Bai Zixi stood in front of Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, her expression calm, though her eyes still carried some seriousness.
At that moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes and took a step forward, shielding his junior brother and sister behind him.
As Mo Hua stepped forward, the Iron Corpses showed signs of terror and retreated en masse.
In their instincts, there was fear, the fear of being dominated.
The Corpse King was their "Monarch".
And now that Lu Chengyun was dead.
Mo Hua was the only one who could control the Corpse King, their monarch's monarch!
The horde of corpses became somewhat calmer.
The cultivators had a moment to catch their breath.