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

The moment the coffin nails pierced the old man's body.

A surge of violent black energy erupted from his body.

Immediately afterwards, his body swelled violently, and his clothes tore apart.

The once-shriveled muscles bulged high and were covered with a layer of black, stiff hair.

His fingernails grew out of shape and transformed into ten sharp black bone spurs.

He didn't hesitate to abandon his physical body and forcibly draw evil spirits into his body, transforming himself into a hairy zombie that was neither human nor ghost!

"Go to hell!"

The old man, now transformed into a monster, bent his legs and stomped on the ground with all his might.

Its massive body transformed into a black afterimage, wielding bone spikes as it hurtled straight at Lin Ye's face.

It moved so fast that it created a stench.

Lin Ye gripped the peach wood sword tightly, preparing to sidestep the sharp edge and find another opening.

A slender figure in black appeared out of nowhere and blocked his way.

Leng Yue stood with one hand behind her back, her posture tall and slender.

She didn't even glance at the monster rushing towards her; she simply raised her fair, jade-like right hand casually.

"Bang!"

A dull, muffled sound of flesh colliding exploded out.

The old man's full-force strike, powerful enough to shatter a steel plate, was firmly held in mid-air by Leng Yue's seemingly delicate and boneless jade hand.

The immense impact created a gust of air, causing Leng Yue's trench coat to flutter backward.

The concrete ground beneath her feet instantly cracked like a spiderweb, but her body remained as steady as a mountain, not moving an inch.

The monster that the old man had transformed into stared wide-eyed at the crimson eyes.

He desperately tried to pull his arm back by channeling the evil energy within his body, only to find that the small, white hand was like an iron clamp forged from ancient black iron, completely immovable.

"A fake, inferior zombie created by forcibly infusing it with malevolent energy."

Leng Yue's red lips parted slightly, her voice cold and devoid of any warmth.

"How dare you spout such nonsense in front of my husband?"

A flash of dark golden light, reminiscent of a drought demon, flickered in her deep red eyes.

A terrifying pressure belonging to the ultimate zombie path erupted from her graceful body.

This oppressive aura wasn't directed at anyone else; it was entirely poured onto the monster before them.

The malevolent energy within the old man crumbled instantly before this oppressive force.

His bulging muscles began to atrophy, and he let out a desperate and piercing scream.

"You... what exactly is your rank...?"

The old man's voice was distorted by extreme fear.

Leng Yue did not answer; a wisp of scarlet fire quietly appeared at her fingertips.

Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

The flames spread upwards along the old man's arm at an astonishing speed.

This supreme fire that burns away sins is the absolute nemesis of all evil and filth in the world.

"No! Help me!"

The old man struggled frantically, trying to cut off his own arm to escape.

With a slight exertion of force, Leng Yue crushed his wrist bone.

The karmic fire engulfed the old man's head, turning the coffin-sealing nail stuck in his skull red-hot.

In just a few breaths.

This Yinshan Sect elder, who held sway over the Jiangzhou underworld, was burned to a pile of black ashes before he could even utter a complete plea for mercy.

Leng Yue lowered her right hand and patted off non-existent dust from her sleeve.

She turned around and faced Lin Ye.

The cold, murderous intent that had been on that stunningly beautiful face vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle and docile expression.

"My lord, I will take care of this filthy thing for you."

Her voice was soft, completely different from the black-clad killer who had just crushed the monster with his bare hands.

Lin Ye looked at her, a smile playing on his lips.

He stepped forward and took her slightly cool, delicate hand in his.

"With my wife's help, there's bound to be no mistake."

Chu Hongyan led the Ninth Bureau agents to catch up from behind.

She looked at the scorch marks on the ground and the pile of black ash drifting in the wind, swallowed hard, and suppressed the shock in her heart.

Lin Ye's Taoist magic, which could summon heavenly lightning with a wave of his hand, combined with the unfathomable black-clad woman beside him who could tear apart a hairy zombie with one hand, was truly impressive.

If this combat capability were placed in the Ninth Bureau's evaluation system, it would definitely be at the level of a strategic nuclear deterrent.

"Mr. Lin, the external threats have been cleared. Behind this gate should be the core area where they set up their grand formation."

Chu Hongyan walked to the steel gate and pointed to the eerie red light shining through the crack in the gate.

Lin Ye nodded, stepped forward, and surveyed the surrounding terrain and environment.

There was a narrow passageway in front of the door, with several thick sewage pipes hanging overhead, their surfaces covered with a thick layer of dark red grime.

Lin Ye keenly spotted the flaw in the feng shui arrangement.

He turned to look at the pile of black ash and sneered, "This old guy didn't die unjustly. He thought he could hold the line by guarding the door, but he didn't know that the location where he set up this altar was the most taboo in the Feng Shui school, the 'dead water formation'."

The fat man leaned closer and asked curiously, "Yezi, what's meant by 'stagnant water forming a cave'?"

"The water flow is stagnant, and the yin energy is stagnant and cannot be dispersed, turning into a dead end. By placing himself in the dead water node, he has cut off his own way out. Once the yin energy on the outside is blocked by heavenly lightning, the circulation of true energy in his body will fall into a vicious cycle."

Lin Ye pointed to the sewage pipes overhead.

"If I'm not mistaken, behind this pipe must be a huge pool of blood. The true core leader of the Yinshan Sect is inside right now, irrigating that so-called 'Ghost Mother' with the essence blood of living people."

He turned around, his expression becoming unusually cold and stern.

"Captain Chu, have your men set up defenses outside the door. The inside is the core of the S-class disaster; using ordinary firearms will only lead to death."

Lin Ye pulled out the remaining four Taiyi Heavenly Thunder Talismans from his waist.

"Fatty, you stay here. If any filth manages to escape, finish it off with your knife. Cold Moon, Frost Star, let's go in."

Froststar had been waiting impatiently for a long time.

The little girl gripped the bone knife tightly, her heterochromatic eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.

Lin Ye raised his right foot and kicked the heavy steel gate hard.

"Clang!"

The gate let out a painful groan and burst open to both sides.

The scene behind the door was now fully revealed to everyone.

A huge underground cavern, as big as a football field.

In the center of the cave, a pool of scarlet blood, more than twenty meters in diameter, is boiling wildly.

Around the blood pool, tens of thousands of stark white skeletons were piled up.

Eight thick, black stone pillars stood around the blood pool, with dozens of unconscious living people tied to them.

Their wrists were slashed, and blood flowed continuously from the grooves in the stone pillars into the blood pool below.

In the very center of the blood pool, a giant black lotus flower, pieced together from the remains of countless vengeful spirits, is slowly blooming.

At the heart of the lotus flower, a black-robed man wearing a ghost-shaped golden sheep mask sat cross-legged.

The man raised his hands high and chanted obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations.

As he chanted, the air above the blood pool distorted violently.

A terrifying phantom, over ten feet tall and with three heads and six arms, was rapidly solidifying in mid-air.

That is the ultimate product of the Hundred Ghosts Parade Formation—the Ghost Mother!

The Yinshan Sect's last trump card, the true core of the S-level disaster, was completely exposed to Lin Ye's view.