Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

A large number of vengeful spirits, clad in tattered red robes, crowded together to form a blinding wall of bloody flesh, and smashed open the rusty steel gate.

The stench emanating from deep within the underground sewage treatment center was overwhelming.

The strong stench of blood, mixed with the marsh gas that had been fermenting in the sedimentation tank for many years, assaulted everyone's senses.

A biting, cold wind swept through the factory, shattering the remaining glass windows on the walls. The shards fell to the ground with a sharp, piercing sound.

"Fire! Form defensive formation!"

Chu Hongyan roared and drew her gun with both hands, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

The ten field officers from the Ninth Bureau quickly shrank their formation, forming a semicircle.

The assault rifle spewed out dazzling flames.

One after another, armor-piercing cinnabar bullets engraved with exorcising runes tore through the darkness and plunged fiercely into the blood-red tide of vengeful spirits.

The gunshots were deafening.

The dozen or so red-clad ghosts at the forefront were shot.

The highly concentrated cinnabar and black dog blood inside the bullet exploded violently, and pure yang energy raged within the ghostly entity.

With a mournful scream, the bodies of these dozen or so vengeful ghosts were blasted open with huge holes, and then turned into black ash all over the ground.

The horde of ghosts behind them showed no fear whatsoever.

They trampled over the remains of their own kind, continuing to open their blood-red mouths and lunge forward to bite.

The gap torn open by the fire net was instantly filled, and the absolute numerical advantage forcefully suppressed the heavy firepower of the Ninth Inning.

"A bunch of idiots."

The old man from the Yinshan Sect, standing in the shadows behind the gate, let out a strange, grating laugh.

He vigorously waved the soul-summoning banner in his left hand.

The eerie runes drawn with human blood on the banner flickered with a ghostly green light.

As the banners fluttered, the surrounding yin energy was drawn in and continuously poured into the bodies of those red-clad vengeful ghosts.

The ghost, wounded by a bullet, had black mist swirling around its wound, but it recovered completely in the blink of an eye.

The old man raised the long, rectangular copper nail in his right hand, pointing it at Lin Ye, his withered lips moving as he spoke:

"Youngster of Taiping Street, today I'll teach you a lesson. Before my [Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Heart Formation], no matter how powerful your magic, you can only obediently become nourishment within the formation!"

Chu Hongyan emptied two magazines.

The gun barrels were incredibly hot, yet the horde of red-clad ghosts had already closed to within three meters of them.

Several vengeful ghosts' sharp fingernails scraped across the bulletproof shield, leaving a long trail of dazzling sparks.

"Mr. Lin, we can't hold on any longer! This old monster has borrowed the yin energy of the earth's veins, making him impossible to kill without encountering ghosts. We must break his soul-summoning banner first!"

Chu Hongyan turned her head urgently, her high ponytail swinging over her shoulder, her eyes bloodshot.

Lin Ye held the lightning-struck peach wood sword in one hand, coldly watching the approaching horde of ghosts, his true energy surging around him.

In front of the retina, a semi-transparent light screen pops up with a crisp, metallic-sounding notification.

"Ding! My Lord, please exercise restraint. System notification: The Yinshan Sect elders have been detected using overwhelming numbers to try and wear down the host. Please devise a strategy to defeat them within three minutes and demonstrate the overwhelming power of the orthodox Xuanmen!"

The light screen unfolds, displaying three options:

[Option A: Shift the blame – Snatch a submachine gun from Chu Hongyan, shout "Get out of the way, I'll handle this!", and start firing with firearms.]

[Reward: Gun Mastery +10. Consequence: Crimson bullets are largely ineffective against the relentless horde of ghosts. You will be captured alive by the old man after running out of ammunition and supplies, and suffer endless torture.]

Option B: A swift and decisive strike—unleash the trump card: the [Taiyi Heavenly Thunder Talisman]! Using pure Yang true blood as a catalyst, the thunder and fire of the Nine Heavens will pacify these rats in the gutter, and in the process, crush that arrogant old man.

[Reward: Official Points +500, Obtain the Magic Weapon [Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword], and the awe level of the entire audience will soar.]

[Option A: Temporarily Avoid the Enemy's Attack - Order the Ninth Bureau operators to throw all high-explosive enchanted grenades to collapse the passage, then lead everyone back to the ground to hold the position.]

[Reward: Master of Steadfastness Medal. Consequence: The Yinshan Sect gains time to set up their formation; once midnight passes, an S-class disaster strikes, turning the western suburbs of Jiangzhou into a living hell.]

A cold killing intent flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

There's no need to employ any roundabout tactics when dealing with these evil cultivators who rely on absorbing the essence and blood of living people.

Faced with absolute, overwhelming force, all fancy formations are utterly useless.

I choose B.

With his mind made up, Lin Ye took a step forward.

He slammed the lightning-struck peach wood sword heavily onto the cement floor.

The bluestone shattered, and shockwaves rippled outwards.

"Captain Chu, tell your men to close their eyes and cover their ears!"

Lin Ye's shout, imbued with powerful pure Yang energy, overwhelmed the gunshots and ghostly howls that filled the arena.

Without hesitation, Chu Hongyan immediately issued the order.

The Ninth Bureau officer quickly lowered his head and covered his ears tightly.

Lin Ye reached into his waist with his left hand and pulled out the [Taiyi Heavenly Thunder Talisman], which had been drawn by Leng Yue herself using red gold ink, in the study of the funeral parlor.

The yellow talisman paper was exposed to the air, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

On the surface of the talisman, fine blue-white arcs of electricity danced wildly, crackling and popping.

The gaunt old man opposite him saw the talisman, and extreme horror flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Taiyi Heavenly Thunder? How could a mere child like you possibly draw such a lost forbidden talisman from Longhu Mountain?!"

The old man's voice was shrill and distorted, and his hand holding the soul-summoning banner trembled slightly.

Lin Ye's lips curled into a cruel smile, too lazy to waste any more words.

He opened his mouth, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of warm, pure yang essence blood onto the talisman.

Fresh blood mingled with the cinnabar runes.

In an instant, the blue-white arc of electricity transformed into a dazzling crimson gold.

A vast and powerful aura, representing the punishment of heaven and earth, suddenly awakened within the underground factory.

"Jade Purity Begins, True Symbol Proclaims the Alliance!"

Lin Ye exerted force with his wrist, hurling the talisman burning with crimson-gold lightning into the air.

"Taiyi commands, thunder and fire wash the earth. Break!"

The talisman rose into the air and then exploded out of thin air.

The thick concrete dome of the underground factory could not block the purest power of thunder in the world.

With a deafening explosion that nearly shattered eardrums, dozens of thick, crimson-gold lightning bolts, ignoring the terrain, pierced through the factory roof and crashed into the red tide of ghosts.

This is not an ordinary exorcism spell.

This is the Taiyi Heavenly Thunder, a world-destroying fire specifically designed to punish the most wicked and evil people in the world.

The lightning struck the horde of ghosts, exploding into blinding fireballs.

The pure Yang thunder and fire transformed into countless violent electric snakes, weaving and leaping among the vengeful ghosts.

"what!"

"Help!"

The ear-piercing screams blended together.

Those red-clad vengeful spirits, who were incredibly fierce just a moment ago, were rendered powerless the instant they came into contact with the lightning and fire. They were instantly vaporized by the intense heat, leaving not even a wisp of black smoke behind.

The air was filled with the strong smell of ozone and the acrid smell of burning souls.

A thunderous sweep, utterly devastating.

It only took three seconds.

The hundreds of red-clad ghosts that had once crowded the passageway were wiped out completely.

All that remains on the ground are deep, charred craters left by lightning strikes.

The old man's soul-summoning banner, held high in the air, was struck by lightning.

The black cloth, soaked in the blood of countless people, burned to ashes in an instant, leaving only a bare, charred wooden pole.

"puff!"

The ritual implement was destroyed, and the old man suffered a severe backlash.

He spat out a mouthful of dark, bloody blood, his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees beside the steel gate.

He clutched his chest tightly, and the arrogance in his eyes as he looked at Lin Ye was gone, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

"What...what kind of monster are you?"

The old man's voice trembled as he backed away repeatedly.

The system notification sounded in my mind on time.

"Ding! Option task completed, official points +500, current points: 4150."

"The Soul-Suppressing Copper Coin Sword has been delivered to your storage space."

Lin Ye picked up the lightning-struck peach wood sword from the ground and walked step by step toward the Yinshan Sect elder.

The leather boots made a dull thud as they stepped on the scorched cement floor.

Every step he took weighed heavily on the old man's already crumbling psychological defenses.

A red-clad water ghost, having escaped the net, darted out from the shadows of the pipes in the corner.

It avoided the center of the thunder and fire, and now opened its claws dripping with viscous fluid, heading straight for Fatty Wang, who was hiding behind cover.

The fat man had nowhere to retreat and his back slammed against the wall.

At the critical moment of life and death, the fat man remembered Lin Ye's instructions, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the menacing boning knife wrapped in old cloth from his lower back.

"I'll fight you to the death, Fatty!"

He closed his eyes and swung the blade wildly forward.

The malevolent aura, formed from the slaughter of countless lives, erupted from this ancient blade.

The dark red malevolent energy transformed into a crescent-shaped blade of light, slashing towards the red-clad water ghost.

"Sizzle!"

A soft, tearing sound, like tearing silk.

The ferocious ghost was struck head-on by this malevolent energy, its body splitting open and turning into two wisps of black mist that dissipated into the air.

The fat man opened his eyes, looked at the empty space in front of him, and then at the pig-slaughtering knife in his hand that was gleaming with an eerie light. The fear on his face faded, replaced by a surge of ecstasy.

"Yezi! I killed it! This knife is amazing!" the fat man shouted excitedly.

Lin Ye didn't turn around, but simply waved his hand casually and continued to approach the old man.

Seeing that all was lost, the old man gritted his teeth, which were stained with black blood.

He raised his right hand and gripped the rusted coffin nail tightly in his palm.

"I'll fight you to the death! Yinshan Ancestor, lend me your Dharma body!"

The old man let out a desperate roar and plunged the coffin-sealing nail deep into his skull.