Rat Thirty-two was covered in blood, his flesh and blood a bloody mess.
He fell to the ground without uttering a single word.
Blood continued to flow out.
Soon, it stained a large area red.
His body trembled a few times, and wisps of black mist dissipated.
Finally, a black light flashed.
Rat Thirty-two, who had been human-shaped just moments ago, transformed directly into a large rat covered in blood.
This time, he was truly dead.
I looked at the rat, as big as a cat.
And took a breath:
"Finally got rid of this guy!"
"No doubt about it, truly troublesome!" Old Mo also said.
The next second, the surrounding rat horde converged.
But they only surrounded the corpse of Rat Thirty-two and did not move.
At the same time, a large rat with white fur crawled out of a broken wall drain.
This large rat looked ancient.
Its size was clearly two sizes larger than the rats beside it.
It walked directly in front of Old Mo and me.
Then, like a person, it stood up straight.
Its forepaws clasped together, and it actually bowed slightly towards us.
Good heavens, was it thanking us with a cupped-fist salute?
But this old rat's cultivation was insufficient, it couldn't speak.
It could only squeak at us.
Old Mo and I watched.
And subconsciously returned the cupped-fist salute.
It was evident that the rat horde here had a connection to the Bottomless Pit.
At the very least, they were associated with the Rat Auntie of South Mountain Cemetery.
"We are grateful, Grey Family. Rat Thirty-two is dead, please take his body. We will not linger." I replied quickly.
Then, carrying my peach wood sword, I charged towards the depths of the morgue.
Because my Uncle-Master was still fighting.
Old Mo also followed suit swiftly.
Seeing us leave, the group of rats, with the big white rat squeaking twice, also rushed into the depths of the morgue.
Chen Yao had already been watching, dumbfounded.
Every scene stimulated her senses.
Looking at those rats, she felt a bit of fear.
But she wasn't truly afraid, and after we left, she followed.
The morgue had seven or eight rooms.
We were in the outermost one.
My Uncle-Master and Huang Qiniang were fighting in the innermost room at this time.
Old Mo and I quickly caught up.
When we reached the very back.
We found Huang Qiniang and my Uncle-Master still locked in a fierce battle.
However, Huang Qiniang had already undergone beastification.
She had transformed into a weasel as tall as a person.
Her face was ferocious, and her large claws were constantly slashing at my Uncle-Master.
My Uncle-Master, on the other hand, had used the Divine Summoning Technique.
His clothes bulged, and he appeared larger.
The two sides exchanged blows, fighting valiantly.
"Uncle-Master, we're here!" I shouted, charging forward with my peach wood sword.
Old Mo also shouted: "Master, I'm here."
As we charged forward, a large horde of rats behind us also surged in.
Squeaking and squeaking, they pounced towards Huang Qiniang.
Facing my Uncle-Master, Huang Qiniang was already struggling.
Because my Uncle-Master, in his Divine Summoning state, was truly formidable.
So powerful.
Although Huang Qiniang's demonic arts were strong, she couldn't contend with my Uncle-Master in this state.
Now, with Old Mo and me assisting, and a horde of rats attacking, Huang Qiniang began to retreat steadily.
"Fiend, you will die tonight!" my Uncle-Master shouted.
Huang Qiniang lay on the ground, emanating demonic energy, looking at us ferociously.
"You want to kill me, it's not that easy."
With that said, she opened her mouth wide.
Instantly, a mouthful of green mist surged forth.
Seeing this green mist, my expression changed greatly.
I had seen this green mist before.
Leaves touched by it would wither instantly.
It was more potent than pesticide.
"Be careful, this green mist is poisonous." I shouted and retreated.
Old Mo was also startled.
And he retreated as well.
But those rats were still charging forward.
As soon as they came into contact with the green mist, they stumbled and fell.
Before long, they all bled from their mouths and noses, dying on the spot...
This showed the potency of the mist's toxins.
However, my Uncle-Master stepped forward, shielding Old Mo and me.
He formed hand seals, and with a low growl:
"Lin Bing Dou Zhe Jie Zhen Lie Qian Xing, Kai!"
Upon uttering these words, a phantom Bagua pattern appeared before my Uncle-Master.
The pattern formed a light screen, protecting us.
Shielding us.
The green mist crashed against the Bagua pattern, unable to pass.
But before the green mist dissipated, Huang Qiniang lunged.
She attacked from within the green mist.
Her claws.
With a "bang," they struck the phantom Bagua.
This blow made the Bagua pattern flicker and vanish.
My Uncle-Master raised an eyebrow, and with another low growl:
"Zhen!"
The phantom Bagua suddenly flashed.
It became slightly brighter.
Continuing to form a protective shield of vital energy, it blocked the green mist and Huang Qiniang's attack.
Huang Qiniang, however, was knocked back again by the vital energy that erupted from the phantom Bagua.
The green mist, which had come quickly, also dissipated quickly.
After about five seconds, the green mist thinned and vanished.
My Uncle-Master retracted his hands.
He looked towards the other side.
He saw Huang Qiniang, blood at the corner of her mouth, getting up from the ground.
In her hand, she now held a black iron needle.
My Uncle-Master recognized the object, and his expression also changed:
"Black Demon Needle, you demon, you've joined the Black Demon Cult!"
Huang Qiniang looked at us coldly:
"That's right!"
With that said, she took the black iron needle, about five centimeters long, and thrust it into her own forehead.
She wasn't afraid of killing herself.
As the black iron needle pierced her head, Huang Qiniang's body trembled.
With a "buzz," a much stronger aura erupted.
Her veins bulged, and her eyes became bloodshot.
Huang Qiniang became even more ferocious:
"You damned Taoists, none of you will live!"
With that said.
Huang Qiniang pounced forward abruptly.
Her speed increased by an unknown amount.
I couldn't even see her clearly.
Only my Uncle-Master could see her trajectory, but even he looked astonished.
He raised his bronze coin sword and blocked in front of us with a "clang."
But this blow almost didn't hold.
He was forced to retreat several steps.
"Uncle-Master."
"Master!"
Old Mo and I were both very concerned.
Huang Qiniang attacked again.
"All of you die!"
With that, a surge of demonic energy swept out.
The oppressive aura made us all feel extremely uncomfortable, a sense of panic.
My Uncle-Master gritted his teeth and moved forward with his sword.
Seeing this, Old Mo tore open his shirt, bit his finger, and drew three circles of blood on his chest.
It was clear that he was also about to use the Divine Summoning Technique.
Because at this point, everyone could see clearly.
This fellow was truly too strong.
His current cultivation might have already reached the Dao Body state.
After all, even my Uncle-Master in his Divine Summoning state couldn't stop him.
Only by using his ultimate trump card could he possibly subdue him and slay this demon here.
Seeing this, I had no reason to hesitate.
I took out the Yang Gathering Bead.
As my Dao qi was poured in, the Yang Gathering Bead was instantly activated.
In an instant, a scorching aura surged forth.
Pure fire-attribute spiritual energy.
Holding the Yang Gathering Bead, I absorbed the fire-attribute spiritual energy.
At that moment, my entire body felt as if it were ignited.
My body became burning hot, and my face turned red.
My own Dao qi became infused with heat and became wild.
This was an external power boost.
It had certain side effects on the body.
But at this moment, who cared about those.
I had only one thought in my mind.
First, increase my strength and kill this Huang Qiniang.