Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 785: Chapter 785: Bloody Battle

Yang Cheng’s Moon Golden Wheel was like the scythe of Death, slicing through multiple heads with each spin.

Meanwhile, Feng Jiuge’s dagger was as precise as the fangs of a venomous snake, thrusting accurately into the ghost corpses’ throats or hearts, killing them in one strike.

However, the number of ghost corpses was overwhelming, continuously crawling out from the crevice, as if they were never-ending.

"Why are there so many ghost corpses? This isn’t a sustainable solution!"

Feng Jiuge gasped, sweat pouring down her forehead, and her black martial attire was drenched in black corpse blood.

Although she was an expert in the Foundation Establishment Realm, such high-intensity fighting was truly hard to endure.

Yang Cheng glanced around, his gaze settling on the direction of the doorway.

"Follow me!"

He grabbed Feng Jiuge’s hand, driving the Moon Golden Wheel ahead to clear a path. The red and green light shone brightly in the darkness, and as the blade spun, the ghost corpses blocking the way fell one after another.

The two carved a bloody path, gritting their teeth as they dashed out of the morgue, sprinting down the corridor toward the outside.

Behind them, dozens of ghost corpses let out hoarse roars, surging like a tide, rotten arms waving in the air, black liquid leaving long trails on the ground.

Yang Cheng glanced back, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The ghost corpses were faster than before, scrambling on hands and feet, and some even leaped several meters with a single jump.

"They’re absorbing the Yin Qi here. Can we still escape?"

Feng Jiuge also noticed the anomaly, her face growing paler, eyes filled with fear.

She truly regretted coming to this ghastly place. Could the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum really help her improve her cultivation?

In this Land of Extreme Yin, the dense Yin Qi allowed the ghost corpses to thrive. When one fell, others absorbed the remaining Yin Qi, growing stronger. As long as the Yin Qi remained, the ghost corpses kept coming.

And both of them, as living beings, were suppressed by the Yin Qi, making it difficult to perform their cultivation techniques.

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth and pulled Feng Jiuge out of the corridor. But the scene outside made them both stop in their tracks.

The courtyard was packed with ghost corpses, encircling the entire building tightly.

Some of them still wore funeral home uniforms, others hospital gowns, and some even shrouds, with twisted bodies swaying in the night, their murky eyes fixed greedily on them, as if they were a delicious feast.

"Looks like... we can’t leave anytime soon."

Feng Jiuge gave a bitter smile, gripping her dagger tightly, her heart sinking little by little.

She hadn’t avenged her master yet. She couldn’t die here; she had to leave alive, no matter what.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, summoned the Moon Golden Wheel back into his palm, and glanced at the ghost corpses surrounding them, speaking in a low voice: "Then we’ll carve a bloody path out. We’ve cultivated to this level; we can’t let these ghostly things have their way."

As he finished speaking, the Moon Golden Wheel flew out again, drawing a dazzling arc in the night, and heads of three ghost corpses flew as their bodies fell heavily. Other ghost corpses immediately swarmed forward.

Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge maintained their back-to-back position, starting a long battle.

Though these ghost corpses were weak individually, they had strength in numbers and knew no fatigue. When one fell, ten more replaced it.

Yang Cheng’s True Qi was rapidly depleting, and the light of the Moon Golden Wheel began to dim.

Feng Jiuge was in no better condition; her stamina was naturally inferior to Yang Cheng’s. She was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, black corpse blood stained her dagger, and her arms were starting to ache from the prolonged swinging.

"Let’s find another place; there are too many ghost corpses here. We should rest a while first."

Yang Cheng shouted, and they simultaneously turned, immediately running upstairs.

The closer they were to ground level, the more ghost corpses there were. Going upstairs could reduce their numbers and give them a moment to catch their breath.

He grasped Feng Jiuge’s wrist, using the Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm to strike against the ghost corpse horde, hot gusts from his palm blasting the ghost corpses away, while the Moon Golden Wheel attacked from the side, opening another bloody route.

Feng Jiuge retreated to the back, regaining her True Qi while using her dagger to deal with the stragglers slipping through the gaps.

Though it was their first meeting, they collaborated seamlessly, managing to withstand the encirclement of ghost corpses.

Once upstairs, the ghost corpses indeed dwindled. They stopped using True Qi, sealed the room door, and sat on the ground to perform cultivation techniques, restoring their True Qi in their Dantian.

Soon, dawn broke.

As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and into the courtyard, the ghost corpses seemed to be suppressed by some force, becoming noticeably slower, and the Yin Qi on them dissipated somewhat.

"Looks like they weaken during the day."

Yang Cheng’s eyes lit up. Now that his True Qi had largely recovered, he seized the opportunity to fully unleash the Moon Golden Wheel.

Finally seeing hope, Feng Jiuge was also rejuvenated, wielding her twin blades to ferociously slaughter within the ghost corpse horde, so much so that she became somewhat exhilarated.

"Let’s head downstairs now and escape immediately; otherwise, your body won’t hold out."

Yang Cheng looked at the injury on her shoulder, where a large area was swollen and blackened. Corpse poison had evidently entered her system, and if not quickly treated, she wouldn’t last the day.

Feng Jiuge nodded, having been so focused on killing ghost corpses, she had forgotten she was injured. With his reminder, she finally felt the pain in the wound.

Once she was ready, Yang Cheng kicked open the window, and then pulled her arm, leaping out of the window.

The ghost corpses below heard the commotion and all raised their heads, extending their ghostly claws to attack. Yang Cheng lightly tapped his foot on their heads, simultaneously throwing out the Moon Golden Wheel to slice off their heads.

Wherever it passed, ghost corpses dropped dead.

With one arm, he tightly wrapped around Feng Jiuge’s waist. She nervously clung to him, their bodies pressed closely together, her soft jade against his chest clearly felt.

The ghost corpses were overwhelmingly dense; even jumping directly from the building, they fought for a long time before finally breaking through the funeral home’s door and hurriedly getting into the car, leaving this fraught place.

Not far after driving, seeing no ghost corpses chasing, Yang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, parked the car, gasping heavily.

His entire body was stained with black corpse blood, exuding a revolting stench.

Feng Jiuge was no better; her neatly tied long hair had scattered, hanging messily over her shoulders, her face speckled with bloodstains, yet still revealing her delicate features.

The tightly fitted martial attire was torn at the shoulder, barely covering her fair bosom, but at the moment, she couldn’t care less, only feeling her whole body aching, close to fainting from exhaustion.

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