PDLP Chapter 198 Metaphysical True and False Bronze Inscriptions: False Gold 48
Chapter 198 Metaphysical True and False Bronze Inscriptions: False Gold 48
Shen Qianyu launched the first attack, leaping high into the air and unleashing beams of spiritual energy from her peach wood sword. The beams shot towards the flying zombie in the air like sharp arrows. Sensing the threat, the flying zombie quickly flapped its wings to dodge.
The light from the peach wood sword sliced through the air, leaving several scorched marks on the flying zombie's black robe.
The flying zombie roared furiously, its voice deafening, as if it would shatter eardrums. It accelerated towards Shen Qianyu, its sharp nails clawing at her throat.
Shen Qianyu remained calm and composed. She turned in mid-air and skillfully avoided the flying zombie's attack.
At the same time, she muttered incantations, and the peach wood sword in her hand once again emitted a strong light.
These rays of light formed a huge shield of light, protecting her within it.
The flying zombie's attack struck the light shield, sending sparks flying, but the light shield remained completely still.
On the other side, Shen Chumo threw out the talisman in her hand.
The talismans burst into flames in the air, transforming into streaks of fire that hurtled towards the zombies on the ground.
The flames sizzled as they landed on the hairy zombies and green zombies.
Enraged by the flames, the furry zombies ignored the fire engulfing their bodies and continued charging towards the others.
Even when engulfed in flames, it could not conceal the chilling aura it exuded.
Their eyes gleamed with angry red light.
The green zombies fared much worse. They roared in the flames, suffering numerous injuries, but still stubbornly charged forward.
Qiao Ren and Gu Qing exchanged a glance, seeing determination and fearlessness in each other's eyes.
Without another word, they charged at the two furry zombies, each wielding a peachwood sword. The zombies roared angrily, turned around, and pounced on them, their gaping maws revealing sharp fangs and emitting a nauseating stench.
The peach wood sword and the hairy zombie's fingernails clashed together, making a clanging sound, like a symphony of metal striking metal.
Each collision sparked a few drops of sparks as the spiritual power on the peach wood sword clashed with the evil power on the hairy zombie's nails.
Qiao Ren felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, which made his arm go numb, but he gripped the peach wood sword tightly and refused to be knocked back by this force.
Gu Qing's situation wasn't easy either; he was facing a zombie with astonishing strength.
Each collision sent a sharp pain through his hand, but his movements remained agile.
He skillfully used his movement techniques to avoid some of Mao Jiang's frontal attacks while searching for Mao Jiang's weaknesses.
The peach wood sword in his hand moved like a nimble snake, weaving nimbly through the battle with Mao Jiang, trying to find an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.
Cheng Tianqi and Xiaoli and the others each surrounded two hairy zombies, while the rest began fighting the green zombies.
Even though the green zombies aren't as powerful as the flying and hairy zombies, their strength shouldn't be underestimated.
Their bluish-gray bodies looked particularly sinister in the sunlight. Although their movements were somewhat clumsy, each attack was ruthless.
Everyone watching the live stream was extremely anxious.
Their eyes were glued to the screen, some with furrowed brows, some unconsciously biting their lips, clutching their belongings tightly as if to ease their tension.
Every zombie attack made their hearts leap into their throats, while every time our personnel dodged and counterattacked, they breathed a sigh of relief.
The live chat was filled with worried comments: "Please stay safe!" "You can do it!"
These words, like streams of warm energy, converge in the virtual world of the internet.
The outdoor screen was already crowded with people, who watched the battle scenes on the screen with great concern.
A tense atmosphere permeated the crowd; everyone stood close together, yet remained oblivious to the tension.
Some people clasped their hands together and muttered prayers for those fighting.
No one could see that tiny specks of starlight emanated from them, initially extremely faint, like fireflies flickering in the night.
As their prayers grew more fervent, the starlight gradually brightened, as if in response to their wishes. The starlight slowly converged, forming soft bands of light.
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On that battlefield shrouded in shadow, the battle reached its climax.
Shen Qianyu faced the two flying zombies alone, her white Taoist robe fluttering violently in the wind, like a white lotus struggling in a gale.
The peach wood sword in her hand emitted a spiritual light, which flickered under the oppressive dark aura emanating from the flying zombie.
Two flying zombies hovered in the air like ghosts, their black robes fluttering, and the angry red light flashing in their eyes grew stronger, as if they wanted to devour Shen Qianyu.
They suddenly launched an attack at the same time, moving with lightning speed, and arrived in front of Shen Qianyu in an instant.
Shen Qianyu hurriedly brandished her peach wood sword, the sword flowers dancing in the air, forming spiritual energy shields.
The flying zombie's claws collided with the shield, producing a sharp scraping sound and sparks flying everywhere.
However, the flying zombies attacked wave after wave, and Shen Qianyu gradually became overwhelmed.
One of the flying zombies seized the opportunity, bypassed her defenses, and slashed at her back with its sharp claws.
Shen Qianyu sensed the danger behind her, but it was too late to escape.
At this critical moment, Shen Chumo appeared like a phantom.
She tossed out several talismans, which ignited in the air, transforming into fiery ropes that coiled towards the flying zombie.
The flying zombie, trapped by the fiery ropes, struggled angrily, temporarily relieving Shen Qianyu's crisis.
"Master, are you alright?" Shen Chumo asked with concern, her eyes fixed on the flying zombie.
"I'm fine. You need to be careful; those two flying zombies are not easy to deal with."
The others were not having an easy time either. Although the green zombies were somewhat clumsy, their attacks were extremely fierce.
Ignoring their own safety, they repeatedly lunged at people.
The team members wielded their peach wood swords incessantly, each attack leaving wounds on the green zombies, but the green zombies seemed oblivious to the pain and continued their frenzied assault.
Fortunately, these special personnel were well-trained and worked in perfect harmony. They seized the opportunity, leaped high, and plunged the peach wood sword deep into Mao Jiang's heart.
Mao Jiang let out a deafening roar, struggled a few times, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.
With this coordinated effort, the other soldiers also successfully eliminated several green zombies.
After this fierce battle, the group was exhausted, their strength was rapidly declining, and their wounds were stained with dark blood.
Their breathing became rapid, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their hands holding the peach wood swords trembled slightly.
"This can't go on any longer, we have to find a way to trap them," Shen Chumo shouted.
“Alright, let’s form a battle formation!” Shen Qianyu replied.
Upon hearing the command, the crowd quickly formed a circle, planted their peach wood swords in the ground, and chanted incantations.