Divine Root Bone

Zhang Yang's gaze was sharp as a cold blade, sweeping over the entire situation in an instant.

Ahead, thousands of puppets silently surrounded and killed, the mortal puppets with their stiff smiles were cold and numb, and the black mist cultivator puppets roared bloodthirstyly. They were densely packed and sealed off all directions, and the yin energy was heavy, making the entire old alleyway look like a ghostly realm.

Beside him, cultivators from various sects were all wounded, their spiritual energy depleted, and their faces were deathly pale.

Finally, his gaze settled on Lin Wanqing and Su Qingyao.

The two women's bodies were tense, and their spiritual swords trembled. Although their hearts had been pushed to the limit by the desperate situation, they still forced themselves to stay focused and prepared to die with everyone else.

Witnessing this scene, Zhang Yang's distracting thoughts vanished, and his mind instantly returned to zero.

There's no way to retreat!

We cannot retreat!

He strode out, his voice booming like a bell, overwhelming the eerie winds and howls of the city; each word was heavy as iron, resonating in the very soul of every person.

"Gentlemen! Today we are trapped on all sides, with no way out!"

"The surrounding evil puppets are under the command of everyone to defend them to the death!"

His tone shifted abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the twelve inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect, then over the slender Lin Wanqing with sorrow hidden in her eyes, and over the composed and resolute Su Qingyao. His tone was resolute, as if he were the sole henchman of this seemingly hopeless situation:

"All of you, protect yourselves and hold your formation."

"That evil spirit... I can handle it all by myself."

Just this one sentence.

Light as a raindrop, heavy as mountains and rivers!

The entire room fell silent!

The gazes of all the independent cultivators and outer sect cultivators suddenly changed drastically.

The previous fear, despair, and confusion have all faded away, replaced by ultimate conviction, fervent worship, and profound dependence.

Everyone knows that.

Before us lies a Thousand Puppet Killing Squad, overseen by evil spirits, a catastrophe capable of annihilating the entire scene!

There were fewer than a hundred cultivators present, and none of them were qualified to take on this battle!

Only Zhang Yang!

Only this young man at the second level of Foundation Establishment dared to shoulder the entire collapse of the sky in a desperate situation!

He was everyone's last hope, the only glimmer of light in this deadly place!

After finishing his explanation, Zhang Yang let out a deep breath.

boom!!

In an instant, pale golden Dao patterns surged menacingly from beneath his skin, spreading throughout his entire body.

The pure, profound, and rock-solid foundation-building spiritual power exploded out!

It doesn't exude any violent outwards, but it possesses an inherent, terrifying depth that suppresses everything.

An invisible pressure swept across the entire area, causing the legs of all the surrounding cultivators to suddenly go weak, their blood and qi to surge and become chaotic, and their Dao foundations to tremble uncontrollably, almost causing them to kneel on the spot.

Someone's throat trembled, almost a murmur:

"This...this foundation-building foundation...is simply terrifying..."

The wind was deathly still, and the black fog was stagnant.

Zhang Yang's gaze was icy, fixed on the black-clad ghostly figure at the end of the long street. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling intent that tore through all pretense, clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Wanqing, you're wrong."

"He was never possessed by evil spirits."

"He was never human from beginning to end."

"This so-called fake senior brother is a false body formed by evil spirits."

"Our true senior brother... may have already perished, leaving no trace."

boom!!

One sentence shattered all self-deception!

The twelve inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect trembled violently, their souls shook, and their faces turned ashen.

Lin Wanqing was struck dumb!

Her delicate body froze on the spot, her spiritual energy instantly became chaotic and collapsed, and the last bit of thought in her eyes was completely shattered and returned to nothing.

Overwhelming grief instantly broke down her defenses, and scalding tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably, soaking her clothes.

She, a kind-hearted woman who was studying medicine, clenched her teeth and remained silent.

With a formidable enemy at hand, she dared not cry out loud, lest she disrupt the morale of the troops!

Zhang Yang kept his eyes straight ahead, his heart as hard as iron.

He knew that pity was useless and that being soft-hearted would lead to his death.

If he loses today, no one will survive. All the sorrow, all the regret, all the injustice will be buried in this ghost alley.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yang unleashed his full spiritual power!

A dazzling golden light shattered the heavy black mist, and the Dao patterns around his body flowed intensely. His figure transformed into a golden thunderbolt that pierced through the darkness!

His body weaved between countless puppets.

The layers upon layers of evil puppets frantically pounced, bit, and charged, yet they couldn't even touch a single hem of his clothes!

All the puppet attacks failed!

The next second, Zhang Yang broke through the blockade of the myriad puppets and stood alone in the middle of the empty alley, facing the overwhelming black-clad evil figure!

His right arm was taut, and his muscles and bones emitted a faint rumbling sound. All the spiritual power he had accumulated during his Foundation Establishment stage was concentrated in his fist, which shone with golden light and suppressed evil!

Facing that formidable enemy who surpasses all living beings, he fiercely punched towards his face!

The fist's force pierced the air, creating a thunderous roar!

Everyone in the alley felt their hearts suddenly stop, their breath cease, and their bodies grow cold.

The group immediately turned around and formed a defensive formation, holding the line to the death and using their last bit of strength to resist the horde of puppets that were frantically closing in.

Seeing Lin Wanqing's mental state deteriorating and her condition plummeting, several male disciples of the Qingyun Sect immediately gathered around her, silently protecting her in the most stable core position of the formation, shielding her from the evil energy and puppet claws coming from all directions, and guarding the peace behind her.

Su Qingyao suppressed her surging emotions, slashed horizontally with her spirit sword, guarding the flank, her cold gaze never leaving the center of the battlefield.

Everyone present, while desperately resisting the endless tide of puppets' frenzied slaughter, kept their eyes fixed on that lone golden figure fighting against the heavens.

Fear had long since numbed me.

Only one, burning, obsessive hope remains in my heart—

Zhang Yang cannot afford to lose!

We absolutely cannot lose!

He was the only light in the face of despair, the last and only way out for everyone present!