One person established a clan

Chapter 188 The power of crushing
"Roar--!"

The demonic howl, like a thunderclap, echoed and swirled through the dark cave. Several demonic figures, like ghosts from the underworld, roamed and wreaked havoc, tearing apart and shattering the corpses in their wake.

The Azure Nine-Bend Python twisted its massive, mountain-like body, and as its tail swept across, a raging storm of azure fire arose, unleashing waves of blood and gore amidst the horde of corpses.

Flora had intended to lend a hand, but seeing that the battle was already overwhelming, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She then remembered that with the power of the demonic shadows summoned by her uncle, these wandering corpses in front of her couldn't even be called 'trouble'.

"Xiao Fu, do you recognize this place?"

Su Cheng flicked his finger, and several beams of spiritual light bloomed like stars, instantly illuminating the damp and cold stone cave within a radius of several hundred feet.

The jagged rocks and deep fissures scattered across the ground were instantly revealed in all their detail.

Flora's eyes flickered, and she nodded, saying, "It is indeed the Seven Star Cave."

This Seven Star Secret Realm is formed by countless interconnected underground caves.

The larger ones stretch for hundreds of miles, resembling a small world in themselves. In the narrower parts, only one person can pass sideways.

But what puzzled her was—

"Logically, all cultivators should be teleported to the same place."

"Perhaps it's because we possess some extraordinary treasure that we've disrupted the secret realm's restrictions?"

“It’s not impossible,” Flor thought to herself.

"Forget it, there's no need to worry about this." Su Cheng's eyes shone like bright stars, and he suddenly locked onto a faint light several hundred feet away. "As long as there's a path, we can still explore this secret realm."

He took off on his sword, and the zombies that rushed towards him were blasted into dust before they could even get close.

"This should be the path leading to the other grottoes."

Standing before the dark tunnel, Su Chengjian raised an eyebrow slightly: "It seems there are no restrictions or barriers?"

Not all channels need to be cracked.

Flora gently reminded him, "And every cave may hold hidden opportunities, Uncle, you need to be careful in your investigation."

"Don't worry, I'll remember."

Looking back, all the wandering corpses inside the cave had been completely annihilated.

The Azure Shadow Nine-Bend Python also refined the corpses scattered on the ground into a ball of dark blue light, which it was pushing towards him with the tip of its tail.

Su Cheng reached out and touched it, and spiritual energy surged out from it instantly.

[Absorption of pure spiritual energy: forty years] [Seven-star profound energy: twelve years]

"Mysterious Qi?"

Su Cheng released the last wisp of life from his palm, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The presence of profound energy suggests that this Seven Star Secret Realm is indeed extraordinary.

"It's time to investigate this thoroughly."

In the dark tunnel, the sounds of footsteps and breathing echoed and mingled.

A group of cultivators, each holding a spirit lamp, walked slowly forward with solemn expressions.

They never expected that after entering the secret realm, they would be teleported to this strange cave instead of the 'First Star Cave' that had been fixed for hundreds of years. As a result, they lost contact with all parties and fell into a dilemma.

After several arduous battles, they finally found the path to the other grottoes.

"Senior Brother Zhong, are we really going to continue?"

One of the cultivators hesitated slightly and said, "The Seven Star Cave has suddenly encountered a change; acting rashly might be dangerous."

"Now that things have come to this, where can we retreat to?"

Zhong Feixuan walked at the front of the group and said in a deep voice, "The wandering corpses in the Seven Star Cave are not inanimate objects; they roam around everywhere."

Even if we wait here until the seven-day deadline ends, there's no guarantee that monsters won't attack.

He looked around at everyone, his voice steady and powerful: "Rather than sitting and waiting for death, we should take the initiative to explore. Only if we can find ancient treasures can we protect ourselves."

"Big Brother is right."

A young cultivator clenched his fist: "My Mingxiao Sect is one of the thirty-six sects in the Southern Territory. How can we shrink back because of this little variable?"

If we return empty-handed, wouldn't we be ridiculed by outsiders?

The group looked at each other, and a renewed fighting spirit gradually rekindled in their eyes.

They were all renowned talents in the Southern Territory, possessing a strong sense of pride and unwilling to be ridiculed.

Seeing the morale lifted, Zhong Feixuan nodded to himself and turned to stare ahead.

As everyone stepped out of the tunnel, their view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast underground cavern.

"Everyone be careful, don't get separated."

The sword in his hand gleamed coldly, and talismans swirled around him like butterflies, his profound aura of the Danxuan Realm spreading out like ripples. A sharp light condensed in his eyes, forming mysterious runes, and he was about to probe his surroundings when his expression suddenly froze.

"Eldest brother?"

The young cultivator behind him stopped abruptly. "Any discoveries? Hiss!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically. Countless zombies crawled out from the cracks in the ground, and at the forefront of the zombie horde stood two hideous, bluish-black corpses.

"That's a Green Iron Corpse at the mid-stage of the Danxuan realm!"

Zhong Feixuan was on high alert, his sword flashing as he set up a hundred-foot protective array around them.

Although these wandering corpses have no intelligence and are not skilled in mystical arts, their remains have been tempered by spiritual energy over the years, making them as hard as divine weapons. Their mere rampage is comparable to the bombardment of mystical arts.

At the same level, ordinary cultivators would find it extremely difficult to contend with him!
"Quickly form a formation!"

His roar was like a thunderclap, and the cultivators immediately sprang into action. With a flurry of hand gestures, several layers of protective formations were already in place.

Just then, the wandering corpses surged in like a tide, their heavy fists slamming into the array, unleashing a deafening roar.

Zhong Feixuan's expression was solemn. He drew a bloody light from his sword in his palm, and hundreds of scarlet spirit swords instantly condensed outside the array, flying around with his divine sense.

The cultivators of the Mingxiao Sect displayed their talents, and spiritual light intertwined within the dark cave, with sword shadows and blade energy cascading down like a waterfall.

The horde of zombies refused to retreat an inch, and their head-on confrontation resembled a battle between two armies, growing ever more powerful.

"Tsk!"

After several exchanges, the dark clouds between Zhong Feixuan's brows grew even heavier.

He could handle ordinary wandering corpses, but the Azure Iron Corpse was exceptionally tough. Even with his full-force sword strike, he could only leave a shallow sword mark.

"If this stalemate continues, I'm afraid my fellow disciples..."

"Senior Brother, there's another horde of zombies over there!"

The exclamation caused everyone's expression to change drastically. Looking at the horde of corpses rushing in from the other side, a sense of despair rose in their hearts.

How can we possibly defend against this?!
Zhong Feixuan gritted his teeth, clasped his hands together, and a mysterious seal appeared.

"I will use my supernatural powers to clear a path; you must retreat at once!"

"Senior brother, no! We must go together—"

"Run!" he roared suddenly. "If you all perish here, how can I face my deceased master!"

The cultivators of the Mingxiao Sect were at a loss, caught in a dilemma.

Seeing that the two hordes of zombies were about to close in, Zhong Feixuan knew he could not delay any longer.

"There's an exit on the east side. Go there quickly, I'll cover the rear!"

The spiritual light in his palm surged, his aura rose steadily, and the shadow of the Xuan Gang sword behind him soared into the sky.

"Take this! Huh?!"

Just as the sword was about to be unleashed, Zhong Feixuan's sword-wielding motion suddenly froze, as he suddenly felt a terrifying aura rapidly approaching!

"What, what is this?!"

He was immediately horrified, and the people behind him were even more ashen-faced, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

The air froze instantly, and a thunderous surge of lightning roared in, as if the entire grotto was violently shaking!
The overwhelming pressure shattered the already crumbling protective array on the spot, causing many cultivators to groan and nearly vomit blood as they knelt down.

The horde of zombies that had been attacking the group seemed to sense something and turned around in unison, roaring as they faced the direction from which the tremor came.

boom!
The cave walls collapsed with a deafening roar, and a vast, surging demonic force burst forth like a raging torrent.

Various alien monsters roared and howled in a frenzy, and a terrifying pressure descended like an abyss.

Purple lightning, azure flames, and blood-red light—more than a dozen surging auras intertwined to form a destructive torrent, seemingly led by three figures, raging through the grotto.

The horde of corpses could not be stopped for even a moment. They were torn apart and crushed in an instant, their skin and bones swept away, and they died cleanly in the blink of an eye.

Boom——!
With another deafening roar, the demonic tide surged forward, sweeping across hundreds of feet, carrying its overwhelming demonic power into the opposite cave entrance, before gradually receding into the distance.

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Zhong Feixuan and the others raised their hands to block out the billowing dust, staring dumbfounded at the mess before them.

The deep grottoes seem to have been swept by a plow from the sky, almost splitting them in two.

The once rampant horde of zombies has now vanished without a trace, leaving only the lingering power of thunder echoing and flashing in the air.

"That was...that was just now."

Their voices trembled, and they could hardly speak. Even the lingering scent of the place made their legs weak.

Only Zhong Feixuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He abruptly sheathed his weapon and shouted urgently:
"Quick! Follow them! This is our chance to live!"

(End of this chapter)