The Demonic Cultivator In Zombie World

Fallen Phoenix Mountain, within the domain of the Corpse Yin Sect, had previously been the territory of its affiliated Fallen Phoenix Sect. Five days ago, it had been seized by the Golden Phoenix Sect, whose power dwarfed that of the Fallen Phoenix Sect like the moon outshines the glowworm.

The Golden Core ancestor of the Fallen Phoenix Sect died valiantly in battle, and the majority of its disciples perished in this conflict. Despite multiple attempts at reinforcement by the Corpse Yin Sect, the disparity in strength was too great, and they could only watch as the Fallen Phoenix Sect was annihilated. This mountain peak had now become a temporary base for the cultivators of the Golden Phoenix Sect.

Jin Zhao stood in a pavilion at the summit of Fallen Phoenix Mountain, looking confidently towards the gate of the Corpse Yin Sect with Ling Su, Luo Hua, and Ma Zou Ri at his side. He laughed heartily, "I know all of you are wondering why we went to such lengths to conquer this Fallen Phoenix Mountain."

Ling Su, Luo Hua, and the others nodded slightly.

Ling Su spoke in a deep voice, "Indeed, we are all eager to understand why Fellow Daoist Jin has orchestrated such a plan. The three demonic sects of Wu Country merely have three Nascent Soul cultivators. Even relying on their sect's grand formation, they can only struggle in vain. It seems a bit costly to expend so much effort to take down a single Fallen Phoenix Mountain."

Jin Zhao slapped his storage bag, and a map of Wu Country unfolded before everyone. The map was detailed with mountains, rivers, and sects depicted vividly. Jin Zhao gestured, and the section detailing the Corpse Yin Sect suddenly enlarged.

"Do you see the brilliance in the Corpse Yin Sect's location?" he asked with a smile.

After a long scrutiny, Ling Su and the others shook their heads, unable to discern what Jin Zhao was hinting at.

Luo Hua scratched his head, "Fellow Daoist Jin, stop keeping us in suspense and just tell us."

Jin Zhao burst into laughter, his eyes sweeping across several mountain peaks surrounding the Corpse Yin Sect's gate. An irregular hexagram suddenly became apparent to everyone.

Ling Su, Luo Hua, and the others gasped in surprise.

A formation! And not just any formation, but a Deity Transformation-level formation linked to the mountain and river ley lines!

Since when had the Corpse Yin Sect laid down such a formidable formation?

Jin Zhao spoke calmly, "At first, I did not notice it either, just felt something was off. Sometimes, the Corpse Yin Sect even seemed to deliberately allow us to attack. But the sects on these six mountain peaks are among the strongest under the Corpse Yin Sect's command. Especially during the attack on Fallen Phoenix Mountain, the resistance we encountered was unprecedented. That's what made me suspicious. Luckily, I glanced at the map, and that's when I finally noticed something peculiar."

Jin Zhao calmly stated, "If I'm not mistaken, this formation is designed as a 'trap-the-enemy' type. If we attack the Corpse Yin Sect's gate, Zheng Ji will surely activate the formation and catch us off guard. A Deity Transformation-phase formation linked to the mountain and river ley lines... even if we survive, it will be by the slimmest of margins, and we'll be severely wounded."

Upon hearing this, Ling Su and the others broke out in a cold sweat.

Indeed! If they proceeded as planned and breached the Corpse Yin Sect's gate, they would be falling right into their trap!

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Ling Su respectfully said, "We are fortunate that Fellow Daoist Jin was vigilant and noticed the Corpse Yin Sect's cunning plot!"

Jin Zhao merely smiled casually, "It's merely fortune, just fortune."

It was not merely fortune. The storage bag that Ximen Changqing had given him contained not only a vast amount of spirit stones, elixirs, and talismans but also a hint about the Corpse Yin Sect's Deity Transformation-phase formation. It was this hint that allowed him to discern the Corpse Yin Sect's strategy. 𐍂ä₦оＢĘṠ

Jin Zhao lightly tapped on the peaks that made up the formation, his voice brimming with confidence, "What we need to do now is to dismantle the sects on these mountain peaks one by one. Only by completely disrupting this Deity Transformation-phase formation can we safely assault the Corpse Yin Sect."

Ling Su nodded emphatically, "Exactly! Once the Corpse Yin Sect, the leader of the three demonic sects, is eliminated, the Poison Gu Sect and Myriad Souls Sect will be mere sitting ducks, easily crushed!"

Luo Hua laughed heartily, "Perhaps the Poison Gu Sect and Myriad Souls Sect will surrender on the spot once the Corpse Yin Sect is razed to the ground!"

Ma Zouri and the others burst into laughter, not taking the three demonic sects of Wu Country seriously at all. It seemed as if unifying Northern Cold and sweeping through Wu Country was merely a matter of time.

Jin Zhao joined in the laughter, but a coldness lingered in his eyes. Especially when he looked at Ling Su and Luo Hua, his gaze was as sharp as a blade.

The downfall of the three demonic sects of Wu Country was imminent.

After that, it would be time to turn the blade inward.

The Ascendant Cloud Sect, Green Mountain Sect, and other such sects would be the first targets he would strike.

"Laugh, laugh," he thought. "I will ascend to dominate Northern Cold by stepping over you!"

Visions of his future triumph filled Jin Zhao's mind.

Suddenly, Luo Hua coughed a few times, "Cough, cough... The mountain breeze is quite chilly; perhaps we should head back."

Ling Su nodded, "With age, we can't compare to the younger generation anymore, and I too feel the weather turning a bit too cold..."

Jin Zhao gave a soft exclamation of surprise.

Cold weather?

That was not something Nascent Soul cultivators should normally feel. Unless they were in an environment formed by extremely cold spiritual objects, Nascent Soul cultivators rarely felt cold.

At that moment, a faint laughter echoed through the air.

"Oh? You claim to be adept in formations? Can you discern the array I have laid out across Fallen Phoenix Mountain?"

Jin Zhao, Ling Su, and the others suddenly paled.

They whipped around towards the source of the voice. Yet there was no one to be seen.

Jin Zhao's gaze settled on the entrance of the pavilion. To his horror, he found the two guards there frozen into ice sculptures!

Without hesitation, Jin Zhao, Ling Su, and the others activated their defensive spells. In the blink of an eye, shields, armor, and walls of vines formed around them.

Jin Zhao, Ling Su, Luo Hua, and the others looked around warily, deeply apprehensive.

Who could it be to approach them this closely?

"I... I..."

Suddenly, a pained voice came from nearby.

Upon closer inspection, they saw ice crystals slowly growing from Ma Zouri's throat.

The ice formed into a tree. It was translucent and beautifully sinister.

Ling Su immediately tried to cast a spell to heat Ma Zouri and melt the ice. But Jin Zhao abruptly pulled him back, "Don't touch him, he's already doomed."

Luo Hua was frantic, "No! We must try to save him!"

He reached out to pull him.

Only to find that Ma Zouri's arm crumbled like tofu, disintegrating into icy debris with a gentle tug.

Crash!

In a mere moment, a once formidable Nascent Soul cultivator was frozen to death, not even leaving a whole corpse behind.

Jin Zhao, Ling Su, Luo Hua, and the others felt a bone-chilling cold.

It came not just from the outside but also from within. This Fallen Phoenix Mountain was under a formation! And it had been laid without their slightest awareness!

"Sneaking around, surely the work of a demonic heretic! Come out and face me in battle!"

Luo Hua roared, his hair standing on end in fury.

Swoosh, swoosh!

Two streaks of cold light suddenly tore through the night, shooting towards them.

Luo Hua's face changed drastically, and he quickly dodged.

Yet the cold light seemed to have a life of its own, twisting in mid-air and targeting Luo Hua's throat with cunning precision.

Luo Hua bellowed, immediately summoning his life-bound magic treasure for defense.

It was a wooden shield glowing with a pale green luminescence.

A loud clang resounded as the cold light struck the shield.

The latter instantly developed a crack, its surface covered with frost, becoming unbearably heavy.

Luo Hua staggered back several steps before he could stop.

Just as he thought himself safe and took a breath, an invisible spiritual giant hand suddenly struck from behind!

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