Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

After Uncle Nine finished shouting, the group immediately dispersed.

Master Four Eyes dragged the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword backward, the tip of the sword sparking as it scraped against the stone slab.

Master Qianhe stepped back to the threshold and pulled out the ink line that had been soaked in black dog blood.

Lin Chen, carrying the lightning-struck wooden sword, took half a step back and stood beside Uncle Jiu.

As soon as the four of them stepped out of the courtyard gate, a dark mist drifted in from the bamboo grove in the backyard.

"Splash... splash..."

A series of crisp metallic clanging sounds emanated from the fog.

The sound wasn't like the hopping of an ordinary zombie; it sounded more like heavy leather boots stomping on the ground, their plates rubbing against each other.

"Start the battle." Uncle Nine bit his left index finger and tapped it on the lintel.

The Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror is hung upside down on the spot where the finger is bleeding.

The yin-yang symbol rotated, and golden light enveloped the courtyard gate.

The fog receded.

By the moonlight, Lin Chen could see what was in the fog.

Four rows of zombies, dressed in heavy armor from the previous dynasty, strode out of the bamboo forest.

These zombies had rusty faceplates covering their faces, revealing two black eye holes. They dragged wide-backed military knives with nicks in their hands. Unlike ordinary zombies, they didn't have the stiff, rigid look of zombies and still retained the posture of military training in their previous lives.

The corpse of the warrior at the front stopped at the edge of the golden light of the Bagua mirror.

The leading military officer raised his saber, the tip pointing directly at the courtyard gate.

The dozens of corpse warriors behind them raised their swords, let out low growls that sounded like leaky air, and took a step forward.

"They were soldiers who died in battle before they were killed, and even after their spirits were bound, they still retained their battle instincts," Uncle Nine said. "Don't let them form a battle formation and charge, or break their formation."

Master Qianhe was the first to make a move.

With a pull of both hands, the ink line taut, heading straight for the corpse bullet of the foremost general.

The yang energy, a mixture of black dog blood and cinnabar, drew out a red glow in mid-air.

"Snap." The ink line struck the breastplate of the first general's corpse.

The ink line, which could normally break bones, only left a white mark on the rusty iron armor this time. The general didn't even flinch before slashing at Chizuru's face with a backhand.

Master Qianhe dodged to the side, the blade grazing his robe and slicing a large gash in the steps.

"The armor was lined with cowhide and soaked in the black water from a mass grave," Master Qianhe reminded him. "Talismans and ink lines can't penetrate it."

"If you can't break through it, smash it."

Master Four Eyes shouted, wielding his fifty-pound Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword, and slashed at the second warrior corpse that pounced on him.

"when."

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The Crimson Copper Greatsword struck the general's corpse on the shoulder, sparks flying. The combined force of the heavy sword and the four eyes dented the shoulder armor.

The yang fire seeped into the armor through the depression, scalding the corpse of the general and causing it to retreat repeatedly.

After taking two steps back, the general's corpse regained its footing. There was no blood flowing from beneath the dented iron armor, but black corpse energy seeped out.

"This turtle's shell is tough enough." Master Four Eyes shook his arm, which was numb from the shock.

Lin Chen's inner energy spun within his dantian, and the power of the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture flowed into his limbs.

Carrying a lightning-struck wooden sword and using the Maoshan Seven Star Steps, he cut into the edge of the square formation of the general's corpse.

A general's corpse swung its sword at Lin Chen, who ducked to avoid the blade and thrust his lightning-struck wooden sword toward the monster's heart.

"Click."

The lightning-struck wooden sword rested against the breastplate. The righteous energy of the lightning burst forth from the tip of the sword, emitting a blue light. The breastplate cracked, and the inner leather armor underneath jammed the sword's edge, preventing the wooden sword from piercing the heart.

The corpse general grabbed Lin Chen's shoulder with his backhand.

Lin Chen stepped back and sheathed his sword.

The lightning-struck wooden sword is at a disadvantage against this fully armed iron turtle; the blade is not sharp enough to penetrate the thick armor.

"Master Uncle, this iron armor is protected against lightning and talismans, we need to find a gap in it," Lin Chen shouted.

Uncle Nine, standing behind, formed hand seals to activate the Bagua Mirror and suppress the corpse energy, replying, "Attack their necks and armpits; there are no iron plates protecting them there."

Master Qianhe has changed his fighting style.

With the ink line wrapped around her wrist, Qianhe took out three Five Emperors Coins and flicked them with her fingertips.

Three copper coins struck the knee joint of the general's corpse on the left. There was only a layer of leggings there.

The yang energy exploded, and the general's legs went weak, causing him to kneel on the ground.

Master Qianhe followed, his peach wood sword piercing upwards along the gap between the helmet and neck guard of the general's corpse.

Black blood spurted out, the general's corpse twitched twice, and then remained still.

"Junior brother, good aim!" Master Four Eyes imitated him.

Instead of using the blade to cut, he used the fifty-pound greatsword as a hammer, specifically targeting the lower body of the general's corpse.

The greatsword slammed into the shinbone of the general's corpse with a whoosh, breaking the bone along with the metal fragments.

Once the monsters fell to the ground, Master Four Eyes stepped on them, then shoved the end of his sword through the eye hole in the helmet's visor, thus eliminating one.

Lin Chen understood the fighting style of his elders.

This method works, but it's too slow.

There were still seventy or eighty corpses of military generals crammed together in the courtyard, pushing forward. Simu and Qianhe were exhausted, and Master Simu had sweat on his forehead.

Lin Chen sheathed the lightning-struck wooden sword back into its scabbard on his back.

Since magical artifacts are ineffective at breaking through defenses, physical methods will suffice.

Lin Chen crashed directly into the densest part of the horde of corpses, and a rather large general-like corpse came crashing into him head-on.

Lin Chen thrust his left shoulder forward, slamming it into the opponent's breastplate.

"Bang."

The armored corpse, weighing several hundred pounds, was thrown backward by a powerful slam, knocking over two of its kind behind it.

Two corpses of military officers attacked from the left and right, their swords slashing down in a cross pattern.

Lin Chen stretched out both hands, grabbing at the blade.

He gripped the wrists of the two corpse generals with both hands, and with a burst of force from his fingers, the sound of bones cracking rang out.

Two military knives fell to the ground.

Before the monster could make a move, Lin Chen slid his hands upwards and grabbed the bottom edge of the helmet.

"rise."

Lin Chen exerted force with his arm muscles.

With a tearing sound, Lin Chen ripped off the helmets and neck guards of the two general corpses with brute force.

With his helmet gone, the general's shriveled neck was exposed.

Lin Chen threw out his fists, the Maoshan Ordinary Fist carrying penetrating force, striking his throat from the left and right.

"Click."

Both heads snapped off backward, oozing black blood.

The Taoist priest with four eyes, who was wielding a sword nearby, stopped.

"You think this is husking corn? Trying to tear it apart with your bare hands?"

Lin Chen shook the black liquid off his hands: "Master, it's easier to open this tin can directly, saving magic power."

As he spoke, Lin Chen pounced on the next one.

They specifically targeted the joints in the armor of the general's corpse.

If you encounter a breastplate, punch it in and dent it, using the force to shatter the internal organs inside. If you encounter a helmet, twist it with both hands and pull it off head and helmet together.

Faced with such physical strength, the heavy armor that had given Taoists headaches became useless.

Lin Chen single-handedly tore a hole in the square formation of the generals' corpses.

Not long after, more than a dozen disassembled armored corpses lay on the ground.

Master Qianhe, on the other side, coordinated by using Five Emperor Coins and a peach wood sword to finish off the enemy.

The situation was brought under control.

Uncle Nine stood outside the door, his hands maintaining the golden light of the Bagua mirror.

"It went too smoothly," Uncle Nine said in a low voice.

Although these military general corpses are troublesome, the yin energy from over a hundred coffins, combined with the earth vein power drawn from the mass grave, shouldn't have only produced these slow-moving tin cans.

Moreover, the person inside the main coffin in the mortuary courtyard, which had been pierced, did not appear.

"Lin Chen, don't go too deep, retreat!" Uncle Nine shouted.

Lin Chen had just torn open the breastplate of a general's corpse when he heard Uncle Jiu's words. He pushed off with his feet and took seven or eight steps back to create distance.

Lin Chen stepped back.

"Boom!"

In the center of the mortuary courtyard, beneath the shattered main coffin, a stone slab had shattered.

Dark blue corpse energy shot into the sky in a column.

As soon as the corpse's aura was released, the surrounding temperature dropped, and the weeds in the yard withered and were covered with a layer of white frost.

The Yin-Yang Bagua Mirror hanging on the lintel emitted a buzzing sound, and the golden light on the mirror surface was washed away by the blue corpse energy, dimming by half.

Uncle Nine changed his hand seals, spitting a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue into the air, stabilizing the Bagua Mirror formation.

"The real culprit has appeared." Master Four Eyes retreated to Uncle Nine's side.