"Woo woo woo!"
When the coffin lid was pushed open, the faceless man stood up from inside the coffin.
A multitude of white human faces flew out from the coffin, scattering all around.
Their targets beca extrely chaotic, as they began attacking the officials present at the Seven Star Bureau, not sparing even those of the Ghost Race. In short, they struck indiscriminately, causing the scene to beco even more chaotic. Qi Feng used his Black Dog Boxing Skill incessantly to prevent the white faces from coming near him.
Neatly and swiftly killing a faceless man, Zuo Zonghao continued his assault, the second strike aid directly at the faceless man still standing in the bronze-horned golden coffin.
"Grandfather!" the faceless man standing by the coffin cried out in anxiety.
At that mont, the faceless man standing within the coffin moved.
He stretched out his skinny palm and directly blocked Zuo Zonghao’s strike with his body.
Bang!
The heavy nine-ringed gold cutter collided violently with the faceless man’s palm, instantly spreading a terrifying shockwave outward.
The stone slabs on the ground shattered, and smaller stones flew into the air. Several corpses did not react in ti and were enveloped in the shockwave, their bones shattering with no resistance.
Qin Yuesheng, just erging from the Thousand Lock Spirit Array, witnessed this scene and couldn’t help but click his tongue in secrecy.
If he had faced that strike of the Zhong Gong Tiger-Slaying Array, Qin Yuesheng would surely have not dared to tackle it with his flesh.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zuo Zonghao saw that the faceless man from the bronze-horned golden coffin could withstand the Zhong Gong Tiger-Slaying Array, and imdiately intensified his efforts, slashing one blow after another, determined not to rest until this person was dead.
However, the faceless man was no ordinary opponent, indeed fighting Zuo Zonghao to a standstill, locked in a hard struggle.
At this mont, they beca the focal point of the entire scene. Whoever won or lost between them would largely determine tonight’s final outco: whether the Seven Star Bureau would maintain control, or if the Ghost Race would overturn, releasing the Great Ghost Venerable back into the world.
Taking advantage of this lapse of ti, Qin Yuesheng quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, beginning to ditate and regulate his breathing, preparing to restore so of his Inner Strength.
Just having fought with two faceless n consecutively, overusing the Great Vajra Palm, he had completely drained the Inner Strength in his Dantian. Although Qin Yuesheng still possessed considerable power without Inner Strength, its presence could elevate his combat prowess yet further, and couldn’t be overlooked.
At this mont, nearly every official of the Seven Star Bureau was engaged with a mber of the Ghost Race. These Ghost Race mbers employed a variety of techniques, making them quite difficult to deal with. Without Zuo Zonghao’s assistance, it would be challenging for these officials, with their First Layer of the Internal Power Realm strength, to quickly overco their opponents in a short ti.
Qi Feng watched warily at the centipede-like Ghost Race mber standing before him. Initially planning to escape from the Cheng Mansion, the Ghost Race mber was intercepted midway by him.
Perhaps Qi Feng’s actions provoked this Ghost Race mber’s ferocity, making them set up a stance, stop retreating, and directly engage in battle with Qi Feng.
This Ghost Race mber’s techniques were bizarre and unpredictable, with nurous venomous snakes erging from their arm to launch a sneak attack on Qi Feng.
Though Qi Feng, as a mber of the Seven Star Bureau, possessed so life-saving thods, in the face of this Ghost Race mber, they seed sowhat insufficient.
Carelessly, Qi Feng’s arm was suddenly bitten hard by a multicolored venomous snake.
Though Qi Feng promptly decapitated the snake with a slash, the two now purplish wounds on his arm were clearly visible.
With little reaction ti, Qi Feng only felt his whole body go numb and involuntarily collapsed to the ground, able only to watch as the Ghost Race mber approached, preparing to deliver the final blow to his life.
"This ti, I’m done for." Qi Feng reluctantly closed his eyes.
Bang!
At this mont, suddenly ca the sound of rushing air, followed by a scream; the Ghost Race mber imdiately clutched their chest, eyes angrily looking towards the entrance of the Cheng Mansion.
A group of Daoists quickly entered from outside, led by Daoist Qingfeng, holding a copper eight-trigram mirror, which he raised to shine on the Ghost Race mber, casting a strange light that struck the Ghost Race mber’s head, directly shattering it into pieces.
Seeing an additional crack on the mirror’s surface, Daoist Qingfeng sighed heartily.
This was already one of the few Magical Artifacts remaining in the West Qi Mountain Temple. Although imnsely powerful, its usage ca at a considerable cost.
"Save him," Daoist Qingfeng said.
Several Daoists imdiately ran to Qi Feng’s side, placing a fragrant pill in his mouth.
After taking the pill, Qi Feng instantly felt his body lighten up, and strength gradually returned to his limbs.
"Thank you, daoists, for your aid," Qi Feng quickly expressed his gratitude.
"It’s nothing."
Daoist Qingfeng’s gaze was fixed on the enormous figure high on the platform and the tall, thin faceless man confronting the nine-ringed gold cutter, his face full of astonishnt: "Where did these Ghost Race mbers co from, possessing such power?"
"Senior brother, look over there," a Daoist shouted in surprise.
Daoist Qingfeng quickly looked towards the giant pit.
Only to see that from that place, uncontrollable black gas was frantically erging. Although the situation was not extrely dire yet, everyone knew if it continued, the consequences would be unimaginable. The seal might even truly be broken tonight.
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