After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The beam of the flashlight swept across and only showed a figure being dragged straight into the ground, without even a ripple of struggle.

On the ground, only a pool of bubbling blood remained.

"Stop! Don't move!"

Liu Mazi screamed, and the compass needle in his hand spun wildly. Finally, with a "snap," the watch face exploded.

The entire team fell silent instantly.

Only from the depths of the thick fog could one hear heavy footsteps and the grating sound of metal plates clashing.

Clang...

Clang...

The sound was deep and rhythmic, like an army from the underworld marching in formation to a fixed beat.

The temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point, and puddles on the ground froze into ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's ghostly soldiers borrowing a path!"

Liu Mazi's face turned ashen, his knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the muddy ground covered with decaying leaves.

"All of you, kneel down!"

Close your eyes!

Hold your breath!

Anyone who dares to utter a sound will die!

"Wardfa??"

Behind the group, four blond, blue-eyed overseas mercenaries looked on with disdain.

They are members of the Holy Radiance Consortium, and they only believe in guns and money.

I don't believe in any talk of ghosts or gods.

They firmly believed that the gun in their hands represented the truth.

All fear stems from insufficient firepower!

One of them picked up a modified assault rifle and pulled the trigger directly into the thick fog.

boom!

The moment the gunshot rang out, the steel barrel exploded into a pile of scrap metal without warning.

Before the mercenary could even scream, an invisible axe-like shape cleaved down from the void.

Blood spurted wildly.

The man was split in two from between his eyebrows, and his warm internal organs mixed with blood smeared all over his companion's face.

The remaining three mercenaries were terrified and scrambled to their feet, crawling on the ground with the tomb raiders, trembling like leaves.

White mist billowed, and a ghostly figure, riding a headless warhorse, slowly stepped out.

It stands two meters tall, clad in heavy black armor, and drags a rusty horse-slaying saber in its hand, the blade leaving a deep furrow in the ground.

An invisible, sinister force, like a mountain, pressed down on everyone's spine, causing their bones to groan in unbearable pain.

Only Zhou Ran.

He stood motionless in the middle of the road, his hands in his windbreaker pockets and his back ramrod straight.

If it weren't for those idiots opening fire...

At most, he would just have to give up his position; he could still play the role of a minor figure among these tomb raiders.

But now, if he doesn't take action, everyone will die!

Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and forcefully withstood the oppressive force, standing muscularly behind Zhou Ran.

The commander of the ghost soldiers stopped and turned his hollow mask towards Zhou Ran.

It slowly raised its sword, and the surrounding Yin energy instantly surged, transforming into a tangible killing intent that locked onto Zhou Ran's neck.

"Ran-ge..."

Fatty Wang gripped the Luoyang shovel tightly, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

"You fucking kneel down right now!"

If you want to die, don't drag others down with you!

Liu Mazi lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

He only dared to reach out and rummage around haphazardly.

He attempted to pull Zhou Ran to the ground and make him kneel down.

He's now kicking himself for it.

Why let such a young master become cannon fodder!

But Zhou Ran didn't dodge.

A hidden purple-gold light suddenly burst forth from the depths of his eyes.

A surge of violent blood energy from the ancient wilderness, mixed with the Demon Emperor's domineering aura, exploded outwards!

There were no spells, no talismans.

It was simply an absolute suppression from the level of life!

The Yin Soldier Commander's raised horse-slaying sword froze in mid-air.

A faint, fear-like tremor emanated from within the lifeless armor.

The next second, this god of death from the underworld actually sheathed his greatsword, led his headless warhorse, and turned slightly to the side.

It made way for Zhou Ran.

The array of ghostly soldiers behind it parted neatly to both sides, leaving a one-meter-wide passage in the middle.

The thick fog dissipated, and ghostly soldiers passed through.

The survivors trembled as they got up.

Look at Zhou Ran, who is completely unharmed.

Then look at the foreign soldiers kneeling on the ground, trembling like leaves.

Even a fool would know what just happened.

When they looked at Zhou Ran again, their gaze had changed from looking at a fat sheep to looking at a god living among mortals.

"Master Zhou...you...you know the legendary ancient tomb raiding techniques?"

Even the spirits of the underworld have to give way to you?

Liu Mazi scrambled over, his face crinkling with fawning smiles.

Zhou Ran lowered his gaze and landed on the tattered cloth bag on his back.

Beneath the purple-gold demonic eyes, a faint aura, sharing the same bloodline as his left arm, was emanating from there.

It is a fragment of the Primordial Bone.

There's something dirty in your bag.

Zhou Ran's tone was calm, yet it conveyed an unquestionable authority.

"ah?

"Master Zhou, you must be mistaken. This is just a talisman..."

Liu Mazi's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively clutched his backpack tightly.

Zhou Ran was too lazy to waste words with him, and slightly spread the five fingers of his left hand.

Liu Mazi felt an irresistible force pull him up from the ground, and his backpack strap snapped on the spot.

The backpack fell into Zhou Ran's hands and was violently ripped open by him.

A gray bone fragment, about the size of a thumb and engraved with strange patterns, rolled out from inside.

The moment the bone fragment was in his hand, Zhou Ran's Taihuang Overlord Body on his left arm emitted a series of deep rumbling sounds.

The dormant second layer of seal began to loosen, and a thirst from the depths of its blood greedily devoured the aura on the bone fragment.

"I'll take this."

Zhou Ran stuffed the source bone into his pocket and slapped Liu Mazi across the face.

Snapped!

Liu Mazi was sent flying three meters away, spitting out half a mouthful of teeth mixed with blood and foam.

But he dared not utter a sound, and instead kowtowed repeatedly:

"Thank you, Master Zhou!"

"Thank you, Master Zhou, for getting rid of this trouble for me!"

"Lead the way, open the tunnel."

Zhou Ran flicked his wrist and gave a cold order.

......

Deep in the old course of the Yellow River, in a shady mountain valley.

After half an hour, the experienced men finally blasted open a hidden tunnel with explosives.

"It's connected!"

It's windy!

The group filed in along the rope.

The bright beam of the flashlight pierced the darkness, shining deep into the tomb passage lined with blue bricks.

The sight before them sent chills down the spines of even the bravest men in the group.

At the bottom of the spacious tomb chamber, countless ancient corpses from the Western Han Dynasty were hanging.

Each corpse was suspended in mid-air by bright red silk threads, with its toes three inches off the ground, swaying slightly in the eerie wind of the tomb passage.

What's even more enviable is that these ancient corpses were actually wearing tattered jade burial suits.

The jade piece refracted a sickly yet alluring luster under the flashlight beam.

"Jade box!"

"These are funerary objects from the Han Dynasty, belonging to a feudal lord!"

Hu Baye's henchmen were instantly blinded by greed, roaring as they rushed forward and reached out to tear the jade pieces off the ancient corpse.

"Don't move!"

Hu Ba roared anxiously.

late.

The red thread was extremely brittle; when pulled forcefully, it snapped with a "bang."

The ancient corpse fell to the ground, its shrunken chest cavity exploding instantly.

There was no gold or silver treasure, and no burial goods.

Only red beetles surged forth like a tide.

Each beetle is only the size of a fingernail, and its carapace has a distorted, human-like face.

"Blood Corpse Turtle!"

Retreat immediately!

The experienced thief exclaimed in surprise.

A man had several corpse beetles land on his arm. Just as he was about to swat them off, the beetles bit through his skin and burrowed into his flesh.

In just three seconds, the man didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before half of his body turned into a pale skeleton, his flesh and blood completely devoured.

"Run!"

"Old Hu!"

"Get your men out of here! Those with broken arms and legs shouldn't be in the way!"

...

Chaos erupted instantly inside the tomb passage, filled with screams and curses.

The carrion beetle swarms spread across the ground at an alarming rate, like a red carpet.

The Red Widow was the slowest to run and was cornered by hundreds of corpse beetles.

Her face was deathly pale, and she looked at Zhou Ran with despair:

"Master Zhou! Save me!"

"I'll do anything you say, as long as you save me!"