As we began to run, the walking corpses went mad, lunging at us with bared teeth and flailing limbs.
Their "ao ao" roars echoed incessantly.
Soon, a walking corpse lunged at us.
Its blood-red eyes, its face a mass of putrid rot, its body crawling with maggots.
And its nails, dark and grey, caked with mud.
Just looking at it was enough to make one feel sick.
Uncle-Master, running ahead, saw the walking corpse lunge.
Without even a frown, he raised his broadsword and swung it at the walking corpse's head.
A mere walking corpse, driven only by the desire to feed.
Beyond being slightly stronger than an ordinary person and feeling no pain, they possessed no intelligence or other advantages.
With Uncle-Master's swing, the lunging walking corpse didn't even attempt to dodge.
With a single "swish."
Uncle-Master, as if slicing a watermelon, cleaved the walking corpse's head directly in two.
Black, foul-smelling blood gurgled out from its skull.
Inside, several worms were still wriggling.
It was a sight of utter revulsion.
The walking corpse fell to the ground without a sound.
"Hurry up, everyone! The cries of these walking corpses will surely attract many zombies!
If we get held up, it will be troublesome."
Uncle-Master reminded them again.
Everyone nodded.
At the same time, walking corpses from all directions swarmed towards them.
Each one lunging with bared teeth.
"Ao ao," they cried ceaselessly.
A walking corpse, its intestines dangling, lunged at me.
Seeing its disgusting appearance, I severed its neck with a single sword strike.
The others were also being attacked by walking corpses.
Without a word, they unleashed talismans and long swords upon these creatures.
The walking corpses were weak. Such reckless attacks posed little threat to us.
Though we were all of the younger generation, we were elites from various sects.
Our cultivation was all around the early stage of Soul Palace.
Dealing with these mindless, lunging walking corpses was usually a matter of a single sword stroke.
After a few rounds, we had slain more than a dozen walking corpses.
We had also charged over a hundred meters.
Breaking through the encirclement of the walking corpse horde.
However, this did not mean we were out of danger.
Because of the commotion we had caused, deeper growls of "wuwuwu" began to sound from the fog ahead.
And vaguely, we could see.
Within the fog ahead, zombies, with their arms outstretched, were hopping towards us.
Among the undead, walking corpses were the lowest level.
But once a walking corpse's flesh calcified, it would grow white fur and advance into a zombie.
A white-furred zombie, one-on-one, could be easily dealt with by our current cultivation.
But once these zombies appeared in swarms, it became very troublesome.
"Not good, zombies have appeared!"
"There are some on the left too!"
"And on the right!"
"We're surrounded!"
"..."
Everyone spoke out, looking at the zombies continuously hopping from the surrounding fog, their faces etched with tension.
But no matter how many zombies there were, we couldn't linger here.
"Charge!"
Uncle-Master shouted again.
He was the first to dash forward.
The zombies also cried "ao ao" and leaped towards us.
Now that we were closer, we could see their appearance clearly.
They were all dressed as ordinary people, men and women, tall and short, fat and thin.
They should have been innocent people who were harmed by the Black Demon Cult.
Following Uncle-Master, I soon engaged the foremost zombie.
These zombies were covered in white fur, exuding potent corpse energy.
None of them were easy opponents.
Uncle-Master faced one, raising his broadsword and slashing at the zombie.
I too raised my peach wood sword and thrust it at one.
After becoming a white zombie, their bodies became extremely tough.
Facing the zombie, I increased my force.
Though my thrust pierced the zombie's neck,
I could clearly feel a strong resistance.
"Ao!"
The zombie let out a pained cry and, still not dead,
Ignoring the wound on its neck, it raised its claws and lunged at me.
My brow twitched, and I kicked out.
Sending the zombie directly tumbling.
I followed up with another sword strike to its head.
"Bang!"
Black blood gurgled out.
The zombie whimpered "wuwuwu" a few times, black mist emitting from it, before shriveling and dying.
Although I had only used two moves to kill the zombie,
It's important to remember that my current cultivation was at the early stage of Profound Core.
And this was merely a recently calcified white zombie.
This showed just how strong the zombies' defense was.
Looking at the others, Yunxia Gu and Uncle-Master were exceptions.
With higher cultivation than me, killing these zombies was much easier.
These newly transformed zombies were usually dispatched with a single sword strike each.
However, the rest behind us were not faring as well.
Yunlong and Yunhu, with their Sun and Moon Dual Wheels, were quite potent magical artifacts.
But now, when they struck the zombies, they could only leave deep scars, unable to deliver a fatal blow immediately.
Xu Hanchi and Xia Qiuxi's attacks were also agile.
But with each sword strike, one could only hear the "peng peng peng" of metal clashing, and killing a single zombie was extremely arduous.
Coupled with being surrounded by hordes of zombies, it became even more challenging.
However, Old Mo, at this moment, was incredibly fierce.
He held the rear alone.
With a pair of axes and his lightning spells, which were highly effective against zombies.
"Pa pa pa," arcs of electricity flashed.
His efficiency in dealing with these zombies,
Was almost comparable to mine, who was half a stage higher in cultivation...