Wang Hai looked at the five unmoving purple figures above and said slowly, "Wait until the black clouds dissipate and the moonlight shines through. The cultivation of these Corpse Ghosts will drop significantly. That’s when we’ll make our move."
Hearing Wang Hai’s words, Tang Rui couldn’t help but ask, "Oh? Are you sure about that, Brother Wang?"
Wang Hai nodded and said, "Of course. I’ve done some research on these ghoulish creatures. Once the moonlight appears, the Corpse Ghosts will surely gather Yin Qi to absorb its essence. That will be when they are at their weakest."
"Of the five Corpse Ghosts, I’ll take the two at the front-left and back-left." Shii Tangyu stepped forward at this moment, his eyes fixed on the grim, cold Corpse Ghosts above as he spoke with arrogance.
Wang Hai nodded in agreement. "Alright. The remaining three will be for Brother Tang and me."
Although Shii Tangyu’s cultivation wasn’t the highest among those present, when it came to status and future prospects, he was far beyond what the other two could compare to.
SWISH!
Just then, the clouds in the sky slowly parted, and a sliver of the Cyan Netherworld shone down.
The coffin seemed to creak open, and several flying shadows shot out from within.
SKREE! SKREE!
The red flying shadows were as large as buckets, and a bloody mist seemed to drift around them as they flew madly toward the crowd.
"Blood Bats! Everyone, be careful!" Wang Hai’s expression changed the moment he saw the approaching bats.
Wen Qingye’s Heart Spirit jolted, and his body tensed.
"AH!"
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream echoed in everyone’s ears, setting their teeth on edge and making their hair stand on end.
The clothes of the screaming person were rapidly shrinking as if his entire body was being drained of blood. A Blood Bat was latched onto his clothes, its body spasming and trembling as if in extreme excitement.
"Run! These are all Yin Yang Realm Seventh Layer Heaven Blood Bats!"
The crowd was horrified. They all began to flee madly into the distance, any thought of the coffin completely forgotten.
Just then, a Blood Bat flew toward Wen Qingye. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as his sword left its sheath with a SHING, tracing a desolate, cold arc of light.
The Blood Bat hadn’t expected Wen Qingye to be so formidable, nor his sword to be so fast. Its body instinctively recoiled in fear, and it flapped its wings frantically, trying to fly backward.
"Trying to run?" Wen Qingye stepped forward, twisted his sword, and with the force of a spreading wildfire, aimed the tip straight at the Blood Bat’s head.
How could the Blood Bat’s speed possibly match Wen Qingye’s? Before it could even let out a scream, a torrent of blood erupted from its head, and its entire body dissolved into a red, bloody mist that vanished into the air.
You Dong spotted Wen Qingye and couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, "That kid is incredible!"
Liu Xuan nodded as well, saying, "His strikes are vicious, swift, and merciless, with no wasted motion. And most importantly, his cultivation is only at the Sixth Level of Yin Yang Realm."
A sky full of Blood Bats began to pour out, charging toward the fleeing crowds. Piercing screeches and desperate cries rose and fell, shattering the silence of the night sky.
Wang Hai looked at the people around him, his brow furrowing. "Everyone, a few of us should intercept these Blood Bats. Otherwise, many more people will die."
His words were naturally directed at Tang Rui, Shii Tangyu, and a few other hidden experts in the crowd.
Shii Tangyu acted as if he hadn’t heard him, his eyes glued to the coffin.
Tang Rui’s expression soured slightly. He slowly said, "Brother Wang, these Blood Bats seem very troublesome to deal with. It would be better for us to quickly finish off the five Corpse Ghosts. Otherwise, if they carry the coffin away, it will be difficult to find them again."
"You... you’re just going to stand by and watch them die?" Wang Hai’s brows knitted together tightly. "Fine. If you won’t save them, I will!"
With that, Wang Hai charged toward the Blood Bats that were attacking the crowd. His palms flew, and his vigorous, solid Primordial Qi roared like a tiger and a dragon. Instantly, several Blood Bats fell dead beneath his palms.
Wen Qingye shook his head as he looked at the many low-cultivation Martial Artists around him. With a slight movement of his sword, a Sword Aura shot out with overwhelming might, slashing toward several nearby Blood Bats.
PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF!
Several Blood Bats were struck directly by Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura. They made a heart-stopping sizzling sound as they were destroyed, giving those Martial Artists a chance to escape.
"What excellent Swordsmanship!" Tang Rui’s eyes lit up when he saw Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura, and he couldn’t help but shout his praise.
It wasn’t just Tang Rui; Wang Hai, Shii Tangyu, and several other experts in the vicinity all began to take notice of Wen Qingye, a hint of wariness in their eyes.
At that very moment, black energy began to emanate from the five Corpse Ghosts. Their cultivation seemed to be slowly degrading, dropping in an instant from the Peak of Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm to the Ninth Heaven of Yin Yang Realm.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Shii Tangyu could no longer hold back. Seeing the Corpse Ghosts’ cultivation being disrupted by the moonlight, he immediately grabbed the sword at his waist and charged forward like a shooting star.
If Wen Qingye’s Sword Aura was fierce, simple, and solid, then Shii Tangyu’s was dazzling, brilliant, and piercing.
The leftmost Corpse Ghost instinctively sensed Shii Tangyu. It spun around abruptly and slapped a withered palm toward him.
SHIMMER!
The air rippled like water as a massive Hand Seal slowly materialized in the void, pressing down on Shii Tangyu’s Sword Qi.
The crowd heard a loud BANG that made their eardrums throb. Shii Tangyu was forced back several steps as the surrounding flagstones were sent flying into the air.
Shii Tangyu’s expression soured. He said, "This Corpse Ghost is incredibly strong, and there are five of them. In my opinion, we must join forces to deal with them first if we want to seize the coffin."
Tang Rui nodded in agreement. "Alright. There’s no time to lose. Let’s finish these Corpse Ghosts quickly."
After speaking, Tang Rui leaped forward and attacked one of the Corpse Ghosts.
Just then, Liu Xuan shouted, "Everyone, stop thinking you can just sit back and reap the spoils! Once midnight passes, these Corpse Ghosts will carry the coffin away!"
As soon as Liu Xuan finished speaking, the surrounding crowd could no longer remain idle.
A short, eerie-looking old man leaning on an Iron Crutch pushed off the ground, vaulting toward one of the Corpse Ghosts.
’Someone from the Heaven-Burying Sect!’
Wen Qingye’s pupils contracted. He had spotted a cyan-blue tattoo on the old man’s wrist. It was only visible for an instant, and while others missed it, Wen Qingye had seen it clearly.
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