One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

A small array of Qimen Dunjia diagrams, emitting a faint blue light, forcefully expanded a circle less than five meters in diameter on the white jade steps, resisting the enormous, distorted rules!

The moment the array opened, Wang Ye coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen.

"Quick! Get into the formation!" Wang Ye roared, enduring the excruciating pain in his mind, which felt as if tens of thousands of steel needles were churning inside.

Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, and Chen Duo did not hesitate for a moment. They fought and retreated, quickly returning to Wang Ye's formation.

Just as they stood still.

Those giant, evolved corpse monsters, like a black tide, surrounded them tightly!

The foremost animatronic creature, a full three meters tall, had its sharp, skeletal claws less than ten centimeters from Zhang Chulan's eyes!

"Eight-door transport!"

"change!!!"

Wang Ye suddenly raised both hands upwards!

"Buzz!"

The Qimen Formation Diagram burst forth with a blinding blue light!

Just as the giant skeletal claw was about to fall...

Zhang Chulan and the others, along with Wang Ye, vanished into thin air from the spot!

All that remained was the endless horde of corpses, which, having missed their target, collided with each other, emitting angry and resentful roars.

……

"Thump! Thump!"

On a slightly spacious platform in the upper part of the temple.

The air distorted, and the five people fell to the ground one after another from mid-air, like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Ouch, my back..."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his bottom and got up, before he could even complain.

He then saw Wang Ye lying on the ground, vomiting blood profusely.

"Old Wang! Are you alright?!"

Zhuge Qing rushed over and helped Wang Ye up.

Her fingers touched his pulse, and her face instantly turned pale.

"Your meridians are flowing backwards, and your primordial spirit is injured! You're really courting death!"

"Cough cough...I won't die..."

Wang Ye weakly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"I've shaken off those disgusting bastards... We should now... have escaped that spatial loop and reached the upper-middle level of the temple."

Seeing Wang Ye's miserable state, Zhang Chulan felt a wave of fear wash over him.

If it weren't for Old Wang forcibly moving them, the rest of them would probably have been worn down to death by those endless mummies on those steps.

"Old Wang, take a break, leave the rest to us."

Zhang Chulan gripped the watermelon knife tightly, his eyes becoming fiercer than ever before.

He stood up and looked around the spacious platform.

however.

Before he could even get a good look at his surroundings...

"Slap. Slap. Slap."

A slow, arrogant clapping sound came from the shadows in front of the platform.

"What a wonderful escape magic trick, my friends from China."

Four figures emerged slowly from behind the massive stone pillar.

Leading the way was William, the captain of the American Behemoth team!

He was toying with an oversized military dagger in his hand, a nauseatingly sunny smile plastered on his face.

"However, it seems your luck has run out during that escape."

William looked down at Wang Ye, who was sitting on the ground, and then at Zhang Chulan and the others who were on high alert.

His smile gradually widened, turning into undisguised cruelty and smugness:

"It's truly God's arrangement that we met here."

"Your monster leader who can command the wind and rain is not with you right now."

"I'm curious, without his protection..."

William pointed the dagger at Zhang Chulan's nose, his tone chilling:

"You bunch of lambs who have just escaped the horde of zombies and are at your last gasp, how many minutes can you last against me?"

Chapter 374 Losing Teammates

The middle section of the white jade staircase at the Takamagahara Shrine.

The thick white fog was no longer just water vapor.

They were as viscous as the digestive fluid of some giant creature, completely silencing all sound and light in this narrow space.

"boom!"

A heavy steel warhammer, weighing several hundred kilograms, slammed down on the stone steps with a deafening sonic boom.

The violent force instantly crushed more than a dozen shriveled corpse puppets that pounced on them.

"Contract the formation! Cecilia, reinforce the left flank isolation zone!"

Shelco, captain of the Jade Society of Great Britain, was calmly issuing commands while holding a slender rapier in one hand.

His dark plaid suit remained impeccably clean even amidst the fierce fighting.

But beneath his deep gray-blue eyes, a barely perceptible hint of anxiety was suppressed.

As the foremost genius commander in the European Inhumans world, Sherko was all too aware of how dire his current situation was.

"Mercury Binding!"

Sherko flipped his wrist, and the tip of his sword traced a mysterious trajectory in mid-air.

The free elements in the air were forcibly stripped and recombined, turning into dozens of chains that shimmered with silver light. These chains pierced the joints of the corpses on the right, pinning them firmly to the spot.

But less than three seconds later...

The corroded limbs and severed arms made a sizzling sound the moment they came into contact with the surrounding white mist.

The broken bones seemed to possess a magnetic force, attracting and reforming themselves, and they stood up unsteadily.

"Captain, we can't kill all these skeletons! They're evolving!"

Gawain, wielding a warhammer, stood like an insurmountable steel wall at the forefront of the ranks.

His strong body was covered with scratches of varying depths on his thick alchemical armor.

Each swing of the warhammer was accompanied by a heavy panting.

"Allen, have you figured out a way out?"

In the center of the group.

Cecilia, the medical alchemist, conjured walls of thorny fire to relieve Gawain's burden, her forehead already covered in fine beads of sweat.

The young man known as Allen was under immense pressure.

He knelt on the steps, his hands pressed on the jade floor, his fingers dancing with intricate deconstruction patterns.

The data on the miniature terminal screen is being refreshed at a waterfall-like speed.

"Captain... the situation is worse than we thought."

Allen abruptly raised his head, his usually stern and rigid face now filled with undisguised horror:

"Immediately cease all large-scale alchemical attacks! Stop now!"

Upon hearing this, Sherko did not hesitate for a moment. His rapier paused, and the mercury chain instantly turned into a pool of waste liquid.

"Explain why." His voice remained calm, but his grip on the sword tightened slightly.

"This is a perfectly closed-loop spatial inversion array!"

Allen pointed to the white jade steps beneath his feet, speaking rapidly with a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine:

"I just recorded the number of corpse puppets we killed, the peak mana consumption, and the distance we moved."

We climbed a full 735 steps, but our current spatial coordinates are exactly the same as they were ten minutes ago!

"We are standing still."

Allen pointed to the skeletons that were writhing again in the white mist ahead, and said through gritted teeth:

"The mist on these steps is an extremely sophisticated energy conversion medium."

Every bit of magic and kinetic energy we unleashed with each attack was absorbed by this mist!

"They are using our power to reshape and upgrade these corpses!"

It seemed to be to confirm Allen's analysis.

The pile of shattered corpses and remains in front of them suddenly began to boil violently!

The surrounding white mist poured into the pile of corpses like a funnel.

"Click-click-click..."

A series of chilling, bone-crushing sounds echoed down the stairs.

In the blink of an eye.

A giant mutant, over five meters tall and composed of countless pieces of corpse and metal armor, rose from the mist!