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

The aura of death shot straight into the air.

The crimson moon, struck by the yin energy, shrank into the clouds.

The temperature dropped in the front yard of the abandoned mortuary, and the white frost on the ground spread outwards, freezing the scattered iron armor and broken bones.

The Yin-Yang Bagua mirror hanging on the lintel hummed.

Uncle Nine formed a hand seal, his fingertips pointing towards the blood mist, pressing the yang energy into the Bagua mirror.

The mirror emitted a golden light, blocking the approaching corpse aura.

"boom!"

The largest main coffin in the center of the courtyard was opened.

Several hundred kilograms of broken wooden planks, mixed with black water accumulated underground, flew wildly in all directions.

Master Simu raised his fifty-pound Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword, and with a series of clanging sounds, broken wooden planks hit the sword, causing him to stumble back half a foot on the muddy ground.

Master Qianhe tossed out several high-level exorcism talismans, and the yellow talismans spontaneously combusted in mid-air, blocking the splashing black water.

Using the Four-Eyed Daoist's longsword as cover, Lin Chen looked at the blasted-out crater.

A dark shadow slowly rose from the pit.

This monster was two meters tall, a head taller than the corpses of the generals on the outside. It wore a one-piece heavy armor with mountain patterns, the armor plates gleaming with a bluish-green light.

The monster was not wearing a helmet, its features were withered, its flesh clung to its bones, and it was bronze in color. Two cloudy, yellowish eyes rolled in its eye sockets, revealing resentment and ferocity.

"Bronze skin and flesh, a conjoined corpse armor." Uncle Nine stepped out from behind the Bagua mirror. "A bronze-armored corpse that has absorbed enough Yin energy from the earth's veins, and it carries the murderous aura of a military formation!"

The monster stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the scattered remains of the generals that Lin Chen had dismantled in the courtyard. It roared and reached its right hand into the pit behind it.

"Clang!"

The bronze-armored corpse pulled a five-foot-long heavy horse-slaying sword from the ground. The sword was thick and the blade was dark red, having been repeatedly tempered with the filthy blood from the mass grave.

"An armored bronze zombie with weapons?" The Four-Eyed Taoist sneered. "I've spent my whole life slaying zombies. Today, I'll see if your scrap metal is tougher, or my greatsword is stronger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Four-Eyed Taoist rushed over and pounced on the bronze-armored corpse of the general.

The fifty-pound Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword was swung in a semi-circle in mid-air, slashing towards the top of the copper-armored corpse's head. The dark red flame patterns on the sword's spine were activated by magic power and began to heat up.

The general in bronze armor raised his five-foot-long sword and held it horizontally above his head with one arm.

"when!"

Swords clashed, sparks flying.

The yang fire of the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword and the yin energy of the Horse-Slaying Saber collided, producing a hissing sound.

Master Simu groaned as his hand split open, blood flowing down the hilt of his sword.

His full-force strike was blocked by the opponent with one hand, leaving not even a nick in the saber.

"Extremely strong!"

Si Mu shouted at Lin Chen behind him, using the recoil to roll backward.

The general in bronze armor swept out with a horizontal slash.

The blade grazed Si Mu's Taoist robe, and the half-meter-thick stone wall beside him was cleaved in two.

"Lock down its lower body!" Uncle Nine shouted.

Master Qianhe circled around to the side, crossed his hands, and drew back the ink line, which was soaked in black dog blood and cinnabar, to cover the legs of the bronze-armored corpse.

Just as the bronze-armored corpse was about to take a step, the ink line tightened, constricting the blue armor plates, and white smoke hissed up, as the yang energy and the corpse energy consumed each other.

The bronze-armored corpse let out a low growl and exerted force with its legs.

"Slap! Slap!"

Three of the high-level ink lines, capable of severing the bones of armored corpses, were broken by it.

"They can't trap us!"

Master Qianhe held three Five Emperors Coins between his fingers, infused them with his magical power, and struck them against the joints behind the knees of the bronze-armored corpse.

"Bang bang bang!"

The five coins exploded, and yang energy seeped in through the gaps in the armor plates. The bronze-armored corpse paused, and its left leg bent slightly.

"A great opportunity!"

Lin Chen waited for this opening, rushed forward, and got close to the bronze-armored general corpse.

He clenched his left fist, gathering his magical power at the tip, and struck at the bent left knee of the bronze-armored corpse.

"Penetrating force!"

A Maoshan-style ordinary punch landed on the bluish-green armor plate, forcefully penetrating through the plate and striking the copper-armored corpse's joints.

"Click."

A crisp sound came from under the armor plate.

The penetrating force injured the tendons and bones, but it failed to break the bones as it would when striking an ordinary general's corpse.

The bones of the general's bronze-armored corpse had long been nourished by the yin energy of the earth's veins over a hundred years, and had long since turned into jade.

The bronze-armored corpse growled, abandoned the four-eyed Taoist priest opposite it, and slashed down at Lin Chen with its five-foot-long horse-slaying saber.

The distance was too close; the blade was aimed directly at his head.

Lin Chen raised his right hand, flicked the lightning-struck wooden sword upwards, and placed the blade against the side of the horse-slaying saber.

Using the momentum of the clash of weapons, Lin Chen slumped forward with his right shoulder, delivering a powerful shoulder strike to the chest of the bronze-armored corpse.

"Bang!"

A sound.

The two-meter-tall, several-hundred-pound bronze-armored corpse was knocked back two steps by Lin Chen's close-range collision.

Lin Chen's own chest was also churning with blood and qi, and he was in pain from the yin energy on the opponent's breastplate.

"Get back!" Uncle Nine's voice came from behind.

Using the force of the recoil, Lin Chen retreated more than ten steps to the side and back.

He had barely stepped aside when Uncle Nine had already crossed the threshold.

Uncle Nine held the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror in his left hand and three three-inch-long cinnabar bone-piercing nails in his right hand.

The golden light from the Bagua mirror converged into a beam, striking the bronze-armored corpse's chest where it had just been hit.

The intense sunlight burned a charred pit into the bronze armor plate. The general in bronze armor roared and brandished his saber to block the golden light.

Uncle Nine used his special footwork to avoid the blade and approached.

Using the Maoshan technique of cutting off veins, he drove the three cinnabar-piercing nails in his right hand into the charred pit on the chest of the bronze-armored corpse.

"Seal it!" Uncle Nine hissed.

The cinnabar-infused nail penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the body, causing the bronze-armored general to stop moving, and the blue corpse aura on his body weakened.

"Well done!" Master Four Eyes gripped the sword hilt with both hands and rushed forward, ready to chop off its head with one stroke.

Lin Chen stood on the outside, adjusting his breathing, staring at the bronze-armored corpse that was pinned down, and sensed that something was wrong.

Everything went too smoothly.

The bronze-armored general who had absorbed the earth veins of the mass grave was sealed by three nails without revealing any of his trump cards.

Lin Chen realized there was a problem.

The surrounding chill did not lessen; instead, it all gathered towards the bronze-armored corpse.

"Master, don't go over there!" Lin Chen shouted sharply.

Master Four Eyes had already rushed forward and raised his greatsword.

The bronze-armored corpse raised its head, which had been hanging low, and thick black blood flowed from its cloudy, yellowish eyes.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The three cinnabar-infused nails were ejected from his body by the Yin energy, grazing his face and embedding themselves in the brick wall behind him, leaving three large holes.

Uncle Nine quickly stepped back.

The Four-Eyed Taoist's greatsword had already slashed down, but the bronze-armored corpse raised its left arm to block it.

"when!"

The Crimson Copper Greatsword struck the bronze arm armor, but only cut in half an inch before getting stuck.

The bronze-armored corpse swung its right-hand saber horizontally, but the four-eyed Taoist loosened its grip on the hilt, fell backward, rolled on the ground, and avoided the blow.

"roar!"

After forcing everyone back, the general in bronze armor planted his horse-slaying sword in the ground and let out a low growl.

With a roar, the black water beneath the mortuary churned.

The remaining yin energy and military aura from the mutilated corpses of generals scattered on the ground transformed into a blackish-red stream of energy that surged into its mouth and nostrils.

It's absorbing the malevolent energy of its own kind!

As the malevolent energy poured in, fine, black bristles grew from the edges of the bronze armor plates.

The shriveled muscles swelled up, and the blade of the horse-slaying sword was also burned by a layer of black eerie fire.

"He's using the 'Soldier's Fury' to forcibly elevate his cultivation level," Uncle Nine said. "We absolutely cannot let it absorb all of it, otherwise no one will be able to leave tonight!"

Master Qianhe gritted his teeth, wrapped all the remaining ink lines around the peach wood sword, and prepared to fight to the death.

Lin Chen caught his breath; his magic power was almost depleted, and ordinary melee combat was useless against a monster in this state.

He raised his hand and pressed his thumb against the crimson mark between his eyebrows.

The divine imprint left by Zhao Tianlei, the vanguard officer of the Fire Department, was hot to the touch.

"Master, please step back."

Lin Chen sheathed the lightning-struck wooden sword back into his back. "Since we can't dismantle it physically, let's burn it to ashes along with the armor."