After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1360

Qin He tried three more times before stopping.

This ship is not real at all; it is a projection of some terrifying behemoth in this world, enveloped by spatial laws that are ridiculously strong.

Unless one can manipulate the rules of space, escaping to the ends of the earth is futile.

Qin He was also quite helpless about this.

He has mastered several spatial abilities, but this is still far from being able to defy the rules of space.

He tried to take out the communication jade token given to him by the Long family, and poured spiritual power into his fingertips, but the jade token did not emit any light, only a deathly coldness.

In this place governed by the laws of space, this thing is no different from pebbles picked up on the beach.

The sinister lands of the upper realm are indeed more sinister than the supernatural phenomena in the abyss.

The thought had barely formed when darkness surged in like a tide, instantly engulfing him.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over Qin He, as if he had been pushed off a towering building, and a cacophony of screams and cries filled his ears.

Some people cried out "Save me!" while others cursed the Long family's ancestors for eighteen generations. It was a chaotic scene, like a hornet's nest had been stirred up.

Qin He's heart tightened, and he hurriedly focused his mind and gathered his energy, taking two light steps in the air to finally stabilize his swaying figure.

The sight before him made his pupils shrink suddenly.

The sky above was a thick, impenetrable black, devoid of even starlight.

Below was a churning black mud swamp, bubbling and gurgling, the sound muffled, much like the rumbling of a wild beast that hadn't eaten for three days, lying in the shadows.

Even more astonishing was the sight of thousands of cultivators suspended in mid-air all around, their faces deathly pale and their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Just as I regained my composure, I heard a "plop" sound next to me.

A Dao Palace Realm cultivator was convulsing, his vital energy leaking out like a ripped bag. The pale golden mist had just drifted into the air when it was pulled away by an invisible force.

His face instantly shrank, his hair turned white at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye he became a skin and bones old man, screaming as he fell from the sky.

The moment the old man touched the mud, it was like a fly stuck on flypaper. He thrashed about trying to get up, but the mud seemed to be alive, stretching out countless black threads that wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

Within two breaths, his palms began to smoke, and layers of skin peeled off, revealing bright red flesh. The flesh, upon contact with the mud, was "melted" into dark brown pus.

Before he could finish his third shout, only half of his skeleton remained exposed. In the end, even his bones were swallowed by the swamp, leaving only a larger bubble on the surface.

"Ah—my leg!"

Another person fell; it was a cultivator at the Divine Bridge Realm wearing a purple robe. For some unknown reason, he was injured and had become much thinner.

At this moment, he tried to use his spiritual power to protect his legs, but the corrosive power of the swamp was far beyond his imagination. The black silk crawled into his trouser leg and instantly "melted" his calf until only bones remained.

He writhed in pain, unable to break free, and could only watch helplessly as he was dragged deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

Screams filled the air as some tried to form a protective array to resist, but their newly gathered spiritual energy was immediately drained away.

Someone took out a top-grade talisman, but the talisman turned to ashes as soon as it was burned.

In just a few dozen breaths, the number of cultivators in mid-air decreased.

Qin He hurriedly activated the Devouring Heaven Demon Art to resist.

The demonic cloud millstone in his dantian began to spin rapidly, and the black demonic energy flowed through his meridians throughout his body, condensing into a thin layer of black mist on his skin.

A miracle happened.

The rate of loss of vital energy has slowed down, and what was originally a flood-like depletion has become a trickle.

Qin He could even sense that the layer of black mist was still quietly devouring the faint demonic energy dissipating around it, barely making up for some of the losses.

He looked up at the sky, where the cultivators were still falling one by one, the bubbles in the swamp were getting denser, and the "intestinal rumbling" sound was getting louder and louder.

One of the cultivators was unwilling to give up and flew away with all his might, but he bounced back as if he had hit a wall and fell right into the swamp.

Qin He frowned. This space was enclosed, and the swamp was constantly devouring the cultivators' essence. No one knew how big this hellish place was, let alone what was hidden at the bottom of the swamp.

Just then, the swamp below suddenly churned violently, and a huge black shadow slowly rose from the depths of the swamp, its outline resembling a coiled giant beast.

The falling cultivators suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards the dark figure.

Qin He narrowed his eyes; the real trouble was about to begin.

No matter what this thing is, if we don't kill it, no one will get out of here.

The dark figure rose higher and higher, its curled-up outline gradually stretching out to a height of tens of feet, its body wrapped in black silk from the swamp, like wearing a tattered black cloak.

The cultivators who were drawn to it crashed into it, and before they could even scream, they were wrapped up like dumplings by the black silk and instantly turned into a wisp of essence that was absorbed into the black shadow's body.

"Stop hiding! This thing survives by sucking our life essence; if we just stay here, we're just waiting to die!"

A roar tore through the chaos. Qin He glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye and saw that it was Zhou Shan.

Blood seeped from his left shoulder, and his voice shook the surrounding air: "If we work together to take it down, maybe we can escape from here!"

The cultivators in mid-air looked at each other, some hesitated and retreated, while others gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

After all, it's better to fight than to wait for death. Several cultivators at the Divine Bridge Realm responded first, with an axe beam and two sword shadows slashing towards the dark figure. Immediately afterwards, a large number of talismans exploded, and the flames connected in the darkness.

"Boom!"

Various attacks struck the shadowy figure, exploding into a shower of light.

The axe blade struck the black silk, severing only a few strands; the sword shadow pierced the black figure's torso, only to bounce back.

The flames from the talisman sizzled as they burned the black threads, but they couldn't damage the core in the slightest.

However, the sheer number of people and the barrage of hundreds of attacks caused the shadowy figure to pause, and most of the entangled black threads dissipated.

"It's working! Keep it up!" Zhou Shan became even more anxious upon seeing this, and shouted towards the distance, "If we don't act now, we'll miss our chance!"

These words struck a nerve with everyone, and another group of cultivators joined in.

Someone unleashed their natal magic weapon, a golden hammer the size of a wheel, which crashed down with a whooshing sound.

Someone chanted an incantation, summoning green vines that wrapped around the shadowy figure's limbs.

Even the minor cultivators at the Dao Palace Realm exerted all their strength, condensing their spiritual energy into fine needles and shooting them at the shadowy figure's eyes.

The attack density tripled, and the flames almost engulfed the shadow.

Qin He stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking at the dazzling light, and quietly condensed demonic energy at his fingertips.

He didn't rush to attack—the shadowy figure's defense was far beyond his imagination; ordinary attacks would at most deplete its stamina, but wouldn't break through its defenses at all.

Sure enough, when the light dissipated, the dark figure merely swayed, and the scattered black threads emerged from the mud again, wrapping around its body once more.

It looked down at the crowd in mid-air, let out a deep roar, and several thick black threads shot towards the crowd, instantly entangling more than a dozen cultivators.

"Damn it, die!" Zhou Shan's eyes turned red as he poured the last of his spiritual power into his axe, which shone with a blinding golden light as he cleaved toward the head of the dark figure.

Just then, Qinhe moved.

He didn't summon his silver spear or unleash demonic flames; he simply raised his hand and gently slashed at the shadowy figure's chest.

A faint, almost invisible black light flew out silently, blending into the barrage of attacks and going unnoticed.

But as soon as the black light touched the shadowy figure's body, it was like a red-hot knife being plunged into lard, sizzling as it went in.

The black shadow's roar abruptly ceased, its massive body trembled violently, the entwined black threads instantly froze, and wisps of black smoke emerged from its chest.

Zhou Shan's giant axe struck the shadowy figure squarely on the head, leaving only a shallow white mark.

As he was still in a daze, he saw the dark figure sway and slowly shrink by half a foot, its aura weakening slightly.

"It's working! It's weakening! Everyone, follow suit!" someone shouted with elation upon seeing this.