Chapter 377: Within the Gate of Death

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Within the Gate of Death

Skeletons? Underground skeletons?

Under the vast expanse surrounding Mr. Corpse, more and more skeletons emerged from the ground. They continued to crawl out, each seeming infused with a certain power that transformed their bones into a hardened, gray-white hue. From their eye sockets, a bloody red light shone through, lending them an eerie and unsettling appearance.

A sinister aura permeated the entire plain.

Beneath Bronze War Island, the horses neighed incessantly, restless and fearful. And not just the horses; the soldiers themselves were unnerved. Those who had come from the Da Jing Dynasty had never witnessed such a spectacle—no, such an eerie and terrifying scene. Endless skeletons continued to emerge across the plain.

Some observers even noticed that some of the incomplete skeletons were picking up bones scattered around them, piecing them together. More horrifyingly, certain skeletons managed to find enough bones to fashion enormous bone wings on their backs, floating eerily in the air. Could skeletons fly too?

A plain of skeletons—countless skeletons!

In just a short span of time, an endless army of skeletons had formed before Mr. Corpse.

Some of the more timid individuals were already trembling in fear. Ghosts? Could such a plain of skeletons be described merely as ghosts? Although they had followed the Da Jing Dynasty into the realm of cultivation, they had never witnessed such a bizarre phenomenon.

Mr. Corpse remained expressionless in the center of the plain as the number of skeletons continued to increase frenetically. Instead of immediately attacking, these skeletons busied themselves with arming up.

Arming themselves—some found bone wings and took to the skies, while others grabbed scattered bones, waving them around. Still, others discovered long-buried weapons from ancient battlefields.

"Uncle, what... what is this?" Yinglan asked uncertainly.

"No, this isn't an illusion. These are all real!" Yi Yan raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing a hint of concern.

"This isn't a derivative realm or a Feng Shui formation. What in the world is this?" Princess Qianyou frowned.

"How strong are they individually?" Zhongshan asked.

"These skeletons, at most, possess the strength of a human Golden Core stage. Our army can easily handle them!" Qingyun Wolf Commander said from the side.

"Handle them? Only a small portion!" Zhongshan took a deep breath.

Indeed, only a small portion. Seeing such a scene, how many soldiers could maintain their composure? Zhongshan also knew that Mr. Corpse's greatest strength lay not in these skeletons but in his zombies!

"I'll go kill that person!" Qianyou immediately volunteered. Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

"No, you can't kill him. Around him, it seems there are only some skeletons, but there must be something underground protecting him," Zhongshan shook his head.

"What?" Qianyou frowned.

"Zombies!" Zhongshan said.

"Yinglan, follow my command!" Zhongshan suddenly shouted.

"Yes!" Yinglan responded promptly.

"Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation!" Zhongshan said solemnly.

"Understood!" Yinglan immediately complied.

She then leaped down from Bronze War Island. In mid-air, Yinglan gestured subtly.

No sound? No, it was ultrasonic waves!

Although most people couldn't perceive it, the skeletons did. Following Mr. Corpse's command, subsequent waves of skeletons slowly emerged from their eerie positions, organizing themselves into a peculiar formation in preparation to confront the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.

Formation? Skeleton formation?

On the Bronze War Island, Zhongshan furrowed his brow slightly.

Every hundred skeletons gathered formed small formations. These small formations weren't as terrifying as the sandstorm but emitted a large amount of black and ghostly energy around them—ghostly energy, reminiscent of what Zhongshan had seen at the Youfu Rotating Palace?

The eerie ghostly energy enveloped the hundred skeletons, immediately shielding them from the sandstorm's assault, as they charged toward the sandstorm.

The sandstorm grew larger and larger. Controlled by Yinglan, it moved relentlessly closer towards the central Mr. Corpse, continuously attacking Mr. Corpse. For those skeletons that could be dispersed, they were dispersed; for those that could be destroyed, they were destroyed. If it was truly impossible, they didn't bother, because once the central Mr. Corpse was dealt with, these skeletons would certainly fall apart on their own.

"Whoosh~~~ Pound~~~ Boom~~~"

The sandstorm became increasingly enormous, wave after wave crashing towards the center where Mr. Corpse stood.

Mr. Corpse narrowed his eyes, showing no fear at all. Slowly, from the ground beneath his feet, twenty pale-faced figures floated up.

No, not humans—zombies. Twenty zombies floated around Mr. Corpse, their eyes suddenly opening with a crimson glow, emitting a chilling malevolence.

"Pound~~~"

Finally, the massive roar reached the very center, engulfing Mr. Corpse along with the twenty zombies into the formation.

In that instant of being swallowed, Mr. Corpse remained fearless. The twenty zombies shimmered, forming a huge crimson barrier that enveloped Mr. Corpse completely, leaving him unscathed.

"Stay here, I'll be back soon!" Zhongshan spoke lightly atop the Bronze War Island.

Everyone was slightly puzzled, but they also knew Zhongshan never did anything uncertain. They nodded quietly, not saying more.

Flying through the air, Zhongshan watched countless skeletons laboring in the desert, paying them no mind, and headed straight for the sandstorm.

After swallowing Mr. Corpse, the sandstorm no longer surged towards farther places. Instead, it formed a huge hemisphere right where it was, spinning rapidly like a vortex.

Approaching the sandstorm, Zhongshan said, "Yinglan, place Mr. Corpse at the Dead Gate, withdraw all internal personnel, and let me meet Mr. Corpse."

The sandstorm rotated slowly. Soon, at its highest point, a giant gate appeared with a prominent 'Death' character on it.

Stepping forward, Zhongshan entered.

Instantly inside the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, another small world emerged—profoundly dim with a vast number of skeleton and zombie battles.

Inside the Death Gate were zombies within the formation attacking the enclosed skeletons directly.

At the center, Mr. Corpse stood on a grassy patch, surrounded by twenty high-level zombies guarding him. Lower-level zombies outside couldn't even attack Mr. Corpse.

Stepping onto this dim earth, Zhongshan looked at Mr. Corpse in the distance, who looked back at Zhongshan. Beside Zhongshan, a beam of light flashed, and Yinglan's projection appeared.

(To be continued)