Situ Fang was slightly startled.
Being able to break the formation was already beyond her expectations.
As for the Corpse Controlling Bell and the Iron Corpse, she had not dared to hope for them.
"No matter, breaking the formation is already very good," said Situ Fang. "Shall we proceed with the plan now?"
"Yes." Mo Hua nodded. "But we need not launch a strong assault; we'll mainly harass them, causing chaos within the stronghold."
"Alright," said Situ Fang.
Mo Hua then glanced at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi and said:
"Let's take advantage of the chaos to rescue Instructor Yan first."
"Hmm," both Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi nodded.
So, taking advantage of the dawn not yet breaking and the weariness of the people,
Situ Fang, along with two Foundation Building Elders from the Situ Family, led more than two hundred cultivators of the Situ Family, all clad in black, and stealthily infiltrated the Corpse Walking Stronghold.
At the entrance of the stronghold, a few corpse cultivators were making a fire and drinking, muttering indistinctly among themselves.
The Foundation Building Elders took the lead, leveraging their swift movement techniques; in an instant, they were beside these few corpse cultivators, and then they struck with all their might, with the swiftness of thunder, wiping out all the corpse cultivators keeping watch!
Afterward, ensuring there was no one around, they signaled for the other Situ Family cultivators to follow.
Despite killing several groups this way, they were eventually discovered by the corpse cultivators.
The alarm bells of the Corpse Walking Stronghold rang loudly.
In the pitch-black night, torches lit up one after another, illuminating the entire stronghold.
The bandits drew their swords, and the corpse cultivators shook their Corpse Controlling Bells.
One coffin after another shook, their lids were flung open, and walking corpses crawled out from within…
A cold light flashed in Situ Fang's eyes as she said in a chilling voice:
"Kill!"
The cultivators of the Situ Family no longer hid their presence, drawing their swords and activating their spiritual power. They shouted loudly:
"Kill!"
The Corpse Walking Stronghold, in an instant, was filled with a murderous aura.
The clash of swords and the explosion of spiritual power resonated through the air.
Meanwhile, on another front, Mo Hua had already rescued Instructor Yan along with Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi.
Mo Hua said, "Junior Brother, Junior Sister, you two escort Instructor Yan out first."
"What about you?" asked Bai Zisheng.
"I have something else to do."
Bai Zisheng shook his head and said, "No, it's too dangerous here. You and Zixi take Mr. Yan out, and I'll stay behind to cover the retreat!"
Bai Zisheng spoke with righteous indignation.
However, Mo Hua saw through his intentions at a glance. "You just want to stay and fight, don't you…"
Bai Zisheng defended himself, "Nonsense, am I that kind of person?"
But as he said it, he still seemed somewhat guilty.
Mo Hua then advised him, "I'm going to find Zhang Quan and keep an eye on him so he can't escape…"
"You get Instructor Yan to safety, then come back to find me. We'll join forces and capture Zhang Quan."
Upon hearing this, Bai Zisheng's eyes lit up. "Okay!"
Bai Zixi then gave Mo Hua a concerned look and softly admonished:
"Be careful."
"Yeah, yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
Instructor Yan also looked at Mo Hua with a worried expression. He wanted to say something, but Bai Zisheng was already pulling him away.
The sooner they left, the sooner they could return.
He was eager to come back and take down that bastard Zhang Quan.
After Instructor Yan had left, Mo Hua looked around for a moment, his thoughts stirring. He then reinforced some formations within the room.
That way, even if the corpse cultivators noticed something amiss and tried to break in, they'd be in for a bit more trouble.
After finishing with the formations, Mo Hua cast his Concealment Technique and slipped into Zhang Quan's secret chamber.
For Mo Hua, Zhang Quan's secret chamber was as useless as a free inn—come and go as he pleased, easy access and exit.
And Zhang Quan was still unaware of it.
He was in deep concentration, discussing something with a few leading corpse cultivators in hushed tones:
"… How could there be enemies?"