Chapter 377: The Final Ten Seconds: A Life-and-Death Struggle
The Putrid Corpse Poison inflicted relentless, continuous damage. The higher its potency, the more devastating its effects—eternal and incurable. At least, no cure had been found so far.
Those killed by the poison transformed into Putrid Corpses themselves. Worse still, the poison was highly contagious, capable of spreading rapidly and triggering catastrophic outbreaks.
Fortunately, the Putrid Corpse Land remained sealed, its horrors contained. The only exit was guarded by the Dongfang Family's barrier, which only they could open. While others could pass through, the process required time—a scarce luxury when besieged by such abominations
Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from a mountain peak and descended like a tidal wave. Lin Moyu’s expression darkened. This one felt even stronger.
Wielding a massive staff, the new foe swung it down with devastating force. The ground cracked under the impact, a shockwave blasting Lin Moyu’s skeletons away.
The staff swept through the air, transforming into a colossal projection hundreds of meters long. It slammed into the airborne skeletons, hurling them against a mountain peak hundreds of meters away. The collision shook the mountain, awakening yet more Putrid Corpses. Blood-red eyes flared to up, a suffocating wave of terrifying auras surged toward Lin Moyu.
His heart sank, "How many Putrid Corpses are there?"
His senses registered over a hundred at level 80 or higher, an overwhelming force.
Lin Moyu doubted whether he could endure until the end.
The skeletons flung into the mountain were lost to him; Lin Moyu knew that much. Still, reinforcements surged forward. Skeletal Great Mages and Skeletal Marksmen rained attacks from a distance, while Skeletal Berserk Warriors charged headlong into the fray.
Elemental Explosions erupted upon the Putrid Corpse, casting a dazzling display of colors amidst the chaos.
The Skeletal Berserk Warriors swung their large axes. At the same time, Bone Fangs shrieked through the air.