<h4>Chapter 1392: Chapter 1389: Terrifying Methods</h4>


    Hearing Xu Wendong’s whisper, Elder Weng’s pupils suddenly contracted, as if touched by invisible ice. A piercing chill instantly prated to his marrow, causing his entire body to stand on end, his scalp tingling, as an inexplicable fear spread within his heart.


    The surrounding air seemed to freeze, with only a gentle breeze brushing past, bringing no warmth, but adding to the eeriness.


    Elder Weng felt a covert terror: "How did the government know of our whereabouts? Could there be a traitor within?"


    He tried to calm himself, but the unease clung to him like a shadow, impossible to shake off.


    "It seems that our journey this time is destined not to be peaceful. Some people do not want you to join the Yin Corpse Sect!" Elder Weng’s voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his throat, mixed with helplessness and indignation: "The treachery of the human heart is far beyond imagination."


    He had thought he discovered an extraordinary Heavenly Pride who could lead the Yin Corpse Sect to glory.


    But now it seems,


    Things are far from as simple as he imagined.


    "However..." he changed his tone, a determination and madness never seen before erupted in his gaze: "I, Weng He, am not someone to be manipted! Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I must carve a bloody path!"


    At this moment, a Second-Level Loose Immortal, garbed in splendid official robes and possessing profound cultivation, slowly walked out, his gaze as sharp as an eagle’s, gleaming withpelling cold light, seemingly able to see into the deepest fears of the human heart.


    "Weng He, you have nowhere to escape, quickly end your own cultivation, perhaps you may still live!" The Loose Immortal’s voice was as cold as ice, carrying an undeniable authority.


    Hearing this, Elder Weng’s lips curled into a disdainful smile: "Hmph, mere ants dare to speak such grand words in front of me?" His words were filled with contempt and provocation.


    Before his voice had faded, his hands swiftly moved, formingplex and mysterious seals.


    Immediately, the surrounding air began to fluctuate violently, as if some ancient and powerful force was being awakened, giving off a suffocating sense of oppression.


    In the blink of an eye, cracks of pitch ck split the void, and thousands upon thousands of corpses surged from within.


    These corpses came in various shapes; some in tattered clothes, faces withered, others d in armor, wielding weapons. Yet, without exception, their eyes were empty and vacant, as if they had lost their souls.


    However, it was precisely these seemingly lifeless corpses that emitted an overwhelming Yin energy, engulfing the entire space in an aura of death.


    Under Elder Weng’smand, these corpses quickly converged into a ck sea. They jumped, ran, and wielded their weapons, producing shrill screams and bone-crunching sounds.


    The scene was terrifying and shocking, far beyond everyone’s imagination.


    Standing before this sea of ck, Elder Weng seemed to transform into the Lord of the Netherworld, holding the power of life and death over countless souls.


    The government officials, witnessing this, were filled with horror, never having seen such a terrifying scene.


    They thought today would be a simple ambush, only to suddenly realize.


    They were not waiting for a rabbit, but a man-eating tiger that devours bones.


    Even the two Loose Immortals felt a chill down their spines, although they knew Yin Corpse Sect could control corpses, they never expected Elder Weng had ritesmithed so many strong individuals.


    "Damn, so strong!"


    Even Xu Wendong, who had seen many storms, was deeply shocked by the scene before him, never expecting Elder Weng’s strength to be so terrifying.


    At the same time, he understood Shen Qingzheng’s apprehension.


    Just a mere steward, yet capable of unleashing so many formidable corpses, the terror of the Yin Corpse Sect is truly unimaginable!


    "Friend Xu, let me show you the terror of our Yin Corpse Sect!"


    Elder Weng’s eyes sparkled with a mad smile, like a king of the Netherworld. Every gesture and nce seemed to awaken the power of the dead.


    Those corpses, no longer mere husks, transformed into spectral warriors on the battlefield, their movements extraordinarily agile, each swing of their weapons carried a resolve beyond life and death.


    "Everyone beware, do not underestimate these corpses!" A Second-Level Loose Immortal with a solemn face summoned a longsword and charged forward.


    The battle was about to erupt.


    Those corpses, as if imbued with life, roared and howled, charging into the ranks of the government officials.


    They knew no fear, had no hesitation, only absolute obedience to orders.


    Their attacks were swift and precise, each strike aimed at a vital point, catching the enemy off guard.


    Their strength in life was already formidable, now under Elder Weng’smand, their bravery was brought to the extreme.


    Most importantly, they were vast in numbers.


    Thousands of corpses besieging dozens of human cultivators, it was a crushing blow without suspense.


    In an instant.


    Those dozens of Mahayana Realm cultivators lost their heads, dying tragically on the spot.


    Though the two Second-Level Loose Immortals still lived, they were severely injured, and even though they were less than a hundred miles from Elder Weng, they could not cross that distance.


    "Die!"


    Elder Weng’s voice, like ice splintering, instantly froze all surrounding sounds.


    As his words fell, a deep and strange energy began to surge within those corpses, like a dormant volcano about to erupt.


    Suddenly.


    The first corpse seemed torn by invisible forces, its skin splitting into shocking fissures.


    Immediately, a dark energy surged from these cracks like a raging tide, apanied by a low rumbling, the entire corpse swelled under everyone’s horrified gaze, and then exploded!


    This explosion, as if opening Pandora’s box, prompted the other corpses to respond in kind, their internal energies igniting like lit explosives, expanding madly outward.


    Each corpse became a fountain of energy, the released forcepressing and distorting the surrounding air.


    At the moment of the explosion, blinding light and thick ck smoke intertwined, forming a bizarre and horrifying scene.


    Fragments of corpses and energy shockwaves scattered, slicing through space like sharp des.


    Wherever it passed, whether hard rocks or sturdy defenses seemed so fragile and insignificant before this force.


    The air wasden with the pungent smell of burnt and a heavy stench of blood, the scent of life intertwined with death.


    Those once silent corpses now transformed into messengers of death, using theirst strength to interpret the grandeur of the end of life and the destruction.


    At this moment, the bodies of the two Second-Level Loose Immortals also turned to ashes, souls shattered.


    Xu Wendong stood dumbfounded, watching the distorted space before him, a massive wave surged in his heart, unable to calm for a long time.


    Inwardly asking himself.


    If he encountered such a self-detonating attack, even with his Ancient Sacred Body, could he withstand it?