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

"Come out, my divine advisor!"

"Crack!"

He crushed the purple-gold jade talisman to pieces!

He closed his eyes with anticipation, already assuming a cool pose as if welcoming the thunderbolts that split the dome and the strategist's grand entrance like a divine warrior descending from the heavens.

"..."

Apart from William's angry curses as he was being beaten and the howling of battle, there was no other unusual noise around.

"Ok?"

Zhang Chulan opened one eye.

He looked down at the pile of jade powder in his palm.

A gentle breeze blew by, scattering the powder on the ground.

"..."

Zhang Chulan's expression froze completely at that moment.

He stubbornly licked the powder from his palm into his mouth.

It has no taste.

Pure stone chips.

"Holy crap! This is a fake, isn't it?!"

Zhang Chulan got anxious.

He rubbed his hands vigorously on his trouser leg and looked up at the dome of the main hall.

"Master! Did you give me the wrong goods? This is outrageous!"

Just as Zhang Chulan was getting anxious and jumping up and down.

He suddenly noticed the dark red runes that had surrounded the main hall.

At some point, it began to wriggle and intertwine rapidly along the wall, as if it were a living thing.

Even the air itself was filled with a visible layer of blood-red ripples.

"Giggle..."

Xu Fu's mocking and sarcastic voice echoed in everyone's minds once again.

"Ignorant brat. Is that some kind of communication talisman you're holding?"

"Don't waste your energy."

"I have long ago set up the [Heaven-Sealing and Earth-Locking Blood River Formation] on this altar."

"This place has been completely separated from the real world!"

"Let alone communication magic, even if those gods from heaven descended to earth, they wouldn't be able to detect the slightest trace of this place's energy!"

"You have been forgotten by the entire world!"

Xu Fu's strange laughter was like a bucket of ice water, which chilled Zhang Chulan to the bone.

No signal?!

Even the advisor's original thunder energy was isolated by this broken formation?!

"It's over..."

Zhang Chulan leaned against a stone pillar, a rare look of despair flashing in his eyes.

They no longer have their biggest trump card.

Do we really have to lead our junior uncle and the others to fight this old monster to the death today?!

"Old Zhang! What the hell are you doing, hiding there incubating your eggs?!"

Not far away, Wang Ye, while maintaining the Qimen formation, was shouting and cursing at the top of his lungs:

"That armored zombie has broken free from the Yin Lightning! Come quick, help! William, that foreigner, can't hold on much longer!"

"boom!"

This was accompanied by Wang Ye's words.

That corpse puppet, with its terrifying power, actually shattered the seal that Zhang Lingyu had placed on its legs!

He swung his katana in a wide arc and slammed it hard into William's shield.

"puff!"

William could no longer hold on, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he crashed into the wall in the distance.

The battle lines collapsed instantly!

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth as he watched this scene.

He threw the rubble he was holding onto the ground.

"Damn it! Just because we're not showing our teeth doesn't mean we're Hello Kitty!!"

Zhang Chulan pulled out the watermelon knife again with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Brothers!"

Zhang Chulan roared, his golden light no longer held back, and he transformed into a blinding golden lightning bolt, rushing straight to the center of the battlefield!

"Give me your all! Beat him up!"

Chapter 401 The Alliance of Five Great Geniuses

"Old Wang! Old Qing! Let's go side by side!"

Zhang Chulan let out a howl, and the golden light around him was so dense that it was almost dripping with water.

He gripped the lightning-streaked watermelon knife tightly with both hands, his whole body pressed against the ground like a rapidly spinning top, heading straight for the general's corpse puppet's lower body.

"You'd better watch out, kid! This old zombie is really creepy!"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth, enduring the throbbing pain in his head, and once again activated the Qimen Formation Plate beneath his feet.

"If the Chaotic Golden Bell is useless, then... let's use the Eight Gates Transport!"

As Wang Ye made a hand seal, the space beneath the general's corpse puppet's feet suddenly and strangely sank, forming a pit.

Almost simultaneously, Zhuge Qing's cooperation arrived.

"Crimson Serpent! Wind Dragon!"

The raging wind whipped up scorching flames, transforming into two roaring fire dragons that coiled tightly around the corpse puppet's arms, one on the left and one on the right.

Zhang Lingyu did not hesitate for a moment.

"The desolate northern plains".

Even William, who had just been knocked away, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and charged back up, cursing as he did so.

"Fuck! I've never been humiliated like this before!"

The blue energy on William's arms suddenly contracted, transforming into two extremely sharp ion blades.

He and Zhang Chulan, one on the left and one on the right, put on a rare doubles partnership.

"Bang! Clang! Boom!"

Five top young masters launched a fierce and relentless attack on a man who had died hundreds of years ago.

This teamwork was undeniably ingenious, and the tactics were undeniably ruthless.

If this were outside, even a heavy main battle tank would have been reduced to a pile of scrap metal by now.

However, reality taught them a harsh lesson.

Faced with this impenetrable attack, the general's corpse puppet did not dodge at all.

There was a hint of condescending contempt in his empty, lifeless eyes.

"Crack."

With a flick of his wrist, the blade slashed diagonally upwards in mid-air.

But this strike was incredibly powerful!

It collided with Zhuge Qing's fire dragon.

"Hey!"

The seemingly ferocious fire dragon instantly dissipated into countless sparks.

Immediately afterwards, the blade pressed down.

A fierce killing intent clung to the blade, directly cleaving through Zhang Lingyu's viscous Yin Five Thunder Swamp.

It's as smooth as cutting butter with a hot knife.

"Oh no! Retreat!"

Wang Ye felt a chill run down his spine; this monster was simply beyond their ability to withstand.

But this reminder came a step too late.

The blade swept horizontally, meeting Zhang Chulan's sword and William's light blade head-on.

"when--!!!"

Zhang Chulan felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the knife in his hand almost flew out of his grasp.

The force of the impact sent him tumbling three times on the ground before he finally came to a stop.

William fared even worse; his prized ion blade was shattered instantly.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and dodged the blade's energy with a lazy roll, his head would have been ripped off on the spot.

"Holy crap! How am I supposed to fight this?!"

Zhang Chulan knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his face filled with existential doubt.