"In that case, we currently have three choices:"
"First, we can withdraw now. Although doing so means you all need to pay double the commission, we have lost two companions who have risked their lives with us."
"Both sides have suffered losses, but ours are greater. After all, Spirit Stones can be earned again, but once a companion is dead, it’s permanent."
"Secondly, we can go treasure hunting elsewhere. This blood meat corpse is too vicious, and we should avoid its sharp edge. Perhaps we can find some treasures elsewhere and not become food for the undead."
"The third option is that we try to find a way to kill the blood meat corpse."
"The blood meat corpse was hatched from the bronze coffin, and by killing it, we can reach the bottom of the coffin."
"Good things buried with the dead are often pressed at the bottom of the coffin. The greater the risk, the greater the rewards."
"But as you’ve seen, this corpse is too powerful, and we may not be its match. It’s not worth taking such a big risk..."
Mr. Hui considered the pros and cons and then looked at a few black-robed cultivators, "What do you all plan to do?"
Mo Hua’s throat moved slightly, but he didn’t speak.
He quite wanted to slay this "blood meat corpse."
If it remains, it might truly develop into a "Taoist Demon" over time.
By then, everyone in Solitary Mountain City would likely be doomed.
Moreover, Mo Hua had been recalling for a long time and sensed a familiar aura from this Solitary Mountain blood meat corpse.
This trace of aura was very similar to the chaotic, evil, deformed, and ferocious energy he had perceived at the node of the Divine Authority Tree.
There must be a connection between the two.
The nodes of the Divine Authority Tree are crucial to the Evil God sacrificial system.
Thus, the core of this blood meat corpse is very likely an "Evil Embryo."
Killing this corpse might even expose the "Evil Embryo."
But such matters were not up to him.
Furthermore, if this blood meat corpse were indeed an undeveloped Third Grade Taoist Demon prototype, it would to some extent possess the power of immortality and regeneration.
It would probably be impossible for just a few Golden Cores present to kill it...
Just as Mo Hua thought of this, he heard the black-robed elder say:
"Kill this blood meat corpse and dig up its coffin."
Mr. Hui frowned, "Gentleman, this might..."
"It can be killed." The black-robed elder’s eyes flickered, "Within this corpse, a trace of ’nyue energy’ has emerged. As long as the nyue energy persists, it will not perish and will continue to revive."
"Therefore, as long as there is a way to first suppress this trace of ’nyue energy’, we can negate its regenerative power and extinguish this blood meat corpse!"
"Nyue energy..." Mr. Hui frowned, puzzled.
It was the first time he heard this term.
Mo Hua, however, was shocked internally:
This elderly cultivator is definitely not an ordinary person...
"How can we suppress...this so-called ’nyue energy’?" Mr. Hui asked.
"I have my methods," the black-robed elder replied, "I request Mr. Hui to lend your aid, using the inherent Maoshan Formation and Runes, to join us in subduing and eliminating this blood meat corpse."
Mr. Hui pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."
After further discussion, they began to act formally, setting out to destroy this enormous and hideous blood meat corpse within the Solitary Mountain burial ground, encased in a bright yellow bronze coffin.
But this matter had little to do with Mo Hua.
This was a Third Grade battlefield, not a puzzle to solve by position-finding or formation-breaking. With Mo Hua’s current cultivation and strength, he couldn’t participate.
Moreover, they weren’t trying to kill an ordinary undead.
It was a terrible zombie, possessing a "Taoist Demon" prototype.
No one expected anything of him anyway.
Not even the black-robed elder and Mr. Hui included him in their discussion.
Mo Hua could only watch from afar.
Several Golden Core cultivators present were swift in their actions and, after discussing the tactic, began to strike.
Stone, being a body cultivator, could only serve as muscle, dealing with frontal attacks and defenses.
Mr. Hui’s livelihood hid deeply within the Maoshan Tao legacy he bore.
This included the Daoist Script Formation and the Yellow Jade Blood Pattern Talisman, among others.
These things seemed naturally effective against undead evil objects.
Soon, with a roar filled with countless wailing spirits causing heart-wrenching pain, the battle with the blood meat corpse began anew.
Pale golden light shone, Daoist letters emerged, and under the suppression of the Yellow Jade Blood Talisman, everyone exerted their full effort against the blood meat corpse.
The scene was as it started.
The corpse, towering like a small mountain, raised its limb fused with mutilated remains, unleashing a scarlet rain laced with corrosive, sinister energy, intending to put the cultivators before it to death and devour them as feed.
Mr. Hui and a few others employed their tactics to contend against the blood meat corpse.
After the glow of various Taoist Skills faded, the blood meat corpse, once defeated, reformed. Its subsequent fury escalated, its murderous aura grew colder, and overall its energy became more formidable each time.
The more it revived, the stronger the blood meat corpse grew.
Mr. Hui gritted his teeth and persisted.
Meanwhile, after the blood meat corpse shattered and reformed thrice, the black-robed elder finally made a move.
From afar, Mo Hua couldn’t see clearly.
He could only vaguely see the elder fish out a piece of bone, perform some kind of worship, and as he pinched a seal, a thread of aura like chains in the void latched onto the blood meat corpse’s heart.
"Bone?"
Mo Hua was taken aback. Before he could comprehend, another resonant roar echoed, shaking one’s heart.
This roar resembled a dragon’s cry.
Mo Hua’s pupils shook; he quickly turned to look, and then he saw a black-robed giant standing in front of the gigantic blood meat corpse in the distance.
This giant, tall and strong, showed no lack of momentum facing the monstrous corpse.
With a roar, the giant struck with his fist.
The momentum of the punch was immense, and right before Mo Hua’s eyes, the formidable fist created a dragon’s silhouette.
Dragon?!
Mo Hua’s heart trembled.
And the giant, with dragon chants from his mouth, unleashed a punch bearing a dragon shadow, its power extremely potent.
The residual force shattered his black robe inch by inch, revealing his bronze-cast, iron-forged flesh as well as the dense, solemn, and fearsome dragon patterns of blue, black, and red interwoven on his back.
It’s him!
Mo Hua’s pupils constricted.
This silent giant along the way was none other than the Demon Sect leader, who had nurtured the Blood Pool, committed heinous massacres, escaped the siege of Taixu Gate and the Qianxue Court Tribunal, and was later wanted by the tribunal with his whereabouts unknown.
And the pattern on his back was precisely what he was looking for...
The Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation Map!
Mo Hua’s face still bore shock, but his hands were instinctively drawing patterns, calculating in his heart, as he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to deduce the Four Symbols Green Dragon Formation Map stroke by stroke...