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Yang Fei grabbed An Zichen, turned around, and fled, but An Zichen firmly held onto Yang Fei's hand.

"Don't go, there's someone!"

Yang Fei was taken aback, looked up into the distance, and saw dozens of figures fleeing in front of the undead army.

Their speed was as fast as lightning, clearly all super strong beings.

One of them, dressed in an off-white trench coat, waved his large sleeves; although he fled, he was still elegant and graceful like an immortal.

An Zichen exclaimed with joy, "It's Xue Mingtai and the others; they've finally appeared."

Yang Fei nodded repeatedly, feeling extremely relieved.

He had been worried about the safety of Xue Mingtai and the others, and now seeing them, a weight was finally lifted from his heart.

Behind everyone, Sword Emperor and Wen Taikang covered the rear.

The Sword Emperor wielded a longsword, with sword light flashing brilliantly.

Whether undead or skeletons, once they encountered the Sword Emperor's longsword, their limbs were immediately severed, falling to the ground.

Wen Taikang's large sleeves fluttered, but his palm strikes were powerful, often sending the skeletons and zombies flying with a single blow.

However, in the face of tens of thousands of undead, such resistance was like trying to extinguish a fire with a cup of water, merely dulling their sharp edge.

At the group's core were the weaker individuals like Ye Ming Zhu and others, with Magic Wolf Mercenary's Mr. Bei, who was also injured, surrounded by them.

Behind the massive undead army, a monk with a bluish face was carried by numerous undead.

The monk followed the tidal wave of the undead army, mumbling incantations.

At this moment, the monk's eyes suddenly shot out two faint green beams, locking onto Yang Fei.

Originally sitting cross-legged, upon seeing Yang Fei, he suddenly stood up, pointed at Yang Fei, and shouted loudly.

"Capture this blasphemer!"

The numerous undead let out frenzied howls and pursued the group more fiercely.

Yang Fei, holding onto An Zichen, instead of retreating, advanced towards the group.

Not far away, Xue Mingtai also noticed Yang Fei and, both surprised and thrilled, rushed towards him.

Yang Fei let out a tiger roar, the sound rolling like wind and thunder, echoing through the void, as invisible waves swept towards the undead army.

The countless undead army felt a destructive crisis.

The undead were knocked down by the airwaves, trampled over by their companions, and crazily surged forward.

Xue Mingtai rushed over, exchanging a distant high-five with Yang Fei.

"Great, I never expected you two to be here."

An Zichen looked at the undead army surging behind like tides, tongue-tied.

"Brother Ming Tai, how did you get on the wrong side of these creatures?"

The three of them talked while glancing back and fleeing.

Xue Mingtai smiled bitterly, "How would I know? As soon as I came here, I fell asleep."

"Then there was an earthquake and a landslide, and I woke up."

"Afterward, those golden-bodied corpses lying underground became monsters and attacked us."

Yang Fei was shocked, "You mean these monsters are the resurrected dead who underwent Nirvana here?"

Xue Mingtai smiled bitterly, "Otherwise, where did so many monsters come from?"

Yang Fei turned around but found countless monsters emerging from the ruins of Spirit Mountain.

The monsters, as if smelling the breath of living things, also began to surround them.

An Zichen, always being a girl, couldn't help but feel a bit scared when seeing this scene and held onto Yang Fei's sleeve.

This unconscious small gesture was noticed by Xue Mingtai, and Young Master Ming Tai couldn't help but smile slightly.

He gazed at An Zichen with a meaningful expression.

Yang Fei, however, paid no mind to these small gestures, gazing far into the distance.

In the depths of the black wilderness, countless zombies and skeletons stood up from the ground.

These creatures, smelling the breath of the living, began to surround them.

Yang Fei couldn't help but worry.

"Damn, so many monsters, endless to kill, what should we do?"

In that instant, the zombies and skeletons ahead had already formed an army and were surrounding them.

Thus, with undead on all sides, Fan Yi, Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, and the others advanced to confront the undead.

Swish!

A flash of knife light swept by, Fan Yi's Little Knife cut a cold arc, sending a zombie's head flying into the sky.

Xue Mingtai brandished a soft sword, the sword qi howling, shredding three or four skeletons to pieces.

The Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army in Yang Fei's hand, infused with Essence Qi, became mighty as a mountain, invincible.

Over a dozen undead were chopped horizontally and vertically, disintegrated into countless pieces.

Behind the undead army, the monk's chanting gradually filled the entire void.

Yang Fei turned his gaze and saw the zombie monk, clenching his teeth.

"Brother Mingtai, something is very strange about this; these undead seem to be following the zombie monk's orders. We must capture the leader first."

Xue Mingtai smiled bitterly, the soft sword wrapped around two undead, shredded them into disarrayed bones.

"I also know that the zombie monk is very peculiar."

"However, the undead are far too numerous, layered upon layers protecting him. We simply can't get through, lacking the chance to succeed."

Yang Fei gritted his teeth, "But do we have another choice?"

Xue Mingtai, looking at the densely layered undead army, also ground his teeth.

"Right, if we don't deal with the zombie monk, we'll likely die here."

Yang Fei let out a long howl, forcibly halted, pointing towards the direction of the zombie monk.

"Listen to my command, let's fight back!"

Everyone was surprised, having barely escaped this far, yet was now asked to counterattack; it was troubling for everyone.

However, after Yang Fei joined the battle, he became the backbone of the group. Hearing his words, everyone turned around, launching an onslaught toward the rear.

Yang Fei dashed to the front of Sword Emperor, exchanged a high-five, and they shared a smile.

At that moment, a surge of passion filled Yang Fei's heart, and the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army hummed.

The two drew their swords, resembling flood dragons emerging from the sea, unstoppable.

Yang Fei and Sword Emperor led the small team, cutting through like waves.

None of the undead expected this small team to launch a counterattack, and their formation immediately fell into chaos.

This small team was like a sharp pair of scissors, cutting through the tidal undead army, advancing hundreds of meters in no time.

Behind the endless undead, the zombie monk, seeing Yang Fei charging, faintly smiled.

Supported high by the undead, he stood up, joined his palms, and the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures grew ever grander.

An Zichen shattered several undead skeletons, rushed to Yang Fei's side, somewhat anxious.

"Yang Fei, be careful, this zombie monk might be the legendary Earth Treasury Fallen One, capable of commanding undead, and possesses formidable power himself."

Yang Fei spat, "At this point, even if the Buddha himself descends, we'll kill just the same—those who block me will die!"

He bellowed, the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army unleashed countless layers of Sword Gang, sweeping towards the surrounding undead.

Countless undead were ground to dust by Yang Fei's Sword Gang, turning to ash, yet more undead surged towards Yang Fei.