Chapter Ninety-Three: Massacre

“Who is this...?” Yang Zhenwu stood frozen in place, but when he saw another zombie running toward him, he was startled and quickly ran toward the camp.

Almost everyone he had fought alongside had already returned, except for Cao Nan, who was still entangled with a zombie, but he was close to the camp. Yang Zhenwu sensed that behind him, several zombies were rapidly closing in, and it would only be a matter of seconds before they caught up.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Zhenwu turned to grab a machete from the ground, ready to fight the zombies to the death. But just as he picked it up, a young voice called from behind him.

“Run to the camp! Don’t look back!”

Yang Zhenwu was taken aback, yet inexplicably, a deep trust welled up within him. Without hesitation, he obeyed the voice and dashed toward the camp.

When he glanced back this time, he saw the zombie that had been with Cao Nan lying on the ground, its head exploded. Cao Nan stood there, wide-eyed and stunned, staring at the young man beside him—someone Yang Zhenwu also recognized as the person who had just returned to the camp with him.

“An immortal cultivator...” Yang Zhenwu swallowed hard, his initial suspicion quickly turning into ecstatic joy. After all, this young man had just saved both him and Cao Nan’s lives effortlessly, showing no signs of exhaustion. This was proof that their camp still had hope.

Yang Zhenwu ran back desperately, never looking back. He trusted this young man to save not only his life but possibly the entire camp.

Yue Qi sighed reluctantly and climbed down from the wall. Although only he and Qin Luo remained on the battlements, Qin Luo claimed she was there to supervise his studies and sat happily watching him, while Yue Qi naturally became the one responsible for dealing with the zombies.

Ordinary zombies were nothing to him. Saving Yang Zhenwu was merely a casual gesture. He admired this man’s fighting spirit and at least appreciated the courtesy shown to his group.

What concerned Yue Qi now were the mutated zombies. Honestly, a desire surged within him. When they had been chased into the woods, if not for the old man’s protective formation, they would have perished long ago. Now, Yue Qi wanted to reclaim this ground—not relying on formations but proving he could kill them all on his own.

Four mutated zombies were, he believed, his limit without using formations. With formations, he hadn't tested his limits but reckoned he could handle a dozen or so.

Yang Zhenwu reached Yue Qi’s side, three zombies close behind. Yue Qi looked at them with utter indifference, ignoring even Yang Zhenwu’s grateful gaze.

Muttering an incantation, crossing his palms, Yue Qi prepared to use a second-level spell. These ordinary zombies posed no deadly threat, but in a crisis, they could be dangerous. He had to eliminate all uncertainties at the start.

To the astonishment of Yang Zhenwu and Cao Nan, small stones on the ground suddenly floated into the air, emitting a faint yellow glow.

“Fall back to the camp!” Yue Qi ordered coldly without looking back. Despite the harsh tone, the two obeyed and hurried toward the camp.

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Without the constraints of others, Yue Qi’s movements grew more intense. Perhaps to impress Qin Luo watching from above, he waved his hands, and countless stones rose into the air, their number indistinguishable to the naked eye. Like a locust swarm blotting out the sun, the sky was filled with glowing yellow stones—deadly despite their size.

“Go!” Yue Qi whispered. The stones, infused with his will, became a devastating flying rock spell. Though weaker than his fire or thunder dances, it was more than sufficient to kill ordinary zombies.

“Puk, puk, puk!” Before Yang Zhenwu and Cao Nan could reach the camp, the sound of stones smashing through skulls echoed behind them. Cao Nan glanced back to see over half the zombies struck in the head by the falling stones, their brains and blood spilling out in a gruesome sight.

A wave of nausea washed over Cao Nan. Yet, recalling that the one slaughtering the zombies was the young man he had earlier regarded coldly, an odd feeling settled in his heart—like slapping a stranger’s face only to learn he was a national leader.

Yue Qi paid no mind to Cao Nan, focusing instead on his precise strikes. Of the forty or fifty zombies, only a few remained standing, many injured.

At this moment, Yue Qi finally spotted the real mutated zombies—just three, almost unscathed. He had not focused his spiritual power on them before, and his hits on ordinary zombies were simply because they didn’t know to flee.

“So the main threat finally shows itself...” Yue Qi conjured several thunderballs and hurled them. The remaining standing zombies had their heads blown apart in an instant, the scene brutal but strangely exhilarating to Yue Qi.

The three mutated zombies watched Yue Qi warily. Having gained intelligence, they knew he was not an easy opponent and dared not attack recklessly.

“Heh, quite cautious...” Yue Qi grinned. If they wouldn’t act first...

“Hmph!” With a sudden charge, Yue Qi leapt toward the zombies. Since they would not strike, he would take the initiative.

His legs surged with the Wind Riding Curse, while three Water Riding Curses shot from his hands. If any hit, the zombies’ speed would slow drastically, allowing Yue Qi to finish off the slowest even without spiritual power.

But things didn’t go as planned. Though fearful, the zombies weren’t entirely cowed. They dodged, causing Yue Qi’s Water Riding Curses to strike air. They examined the ground effects skeptically; apparently, the spell wasn’t as powerful as expected.

“Hmph! Still a bunch of fools!” Yue Qi, having fought many zombies, saw through their thoughts. The all-powerful toxins in his dantian were depleted, so now he relied purely on spells. Yet he was unafraid. Seeing the zombies retreat, he flipped away, readying a new second-level spell.

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