71: Chapter 71 Corpses Floating in the Mud of the Poison Pool

"C!"

With his thought settled, Lin Ye moved.

He grabbed Fatty Wang, who was standing in front, pulled him behind him, and with a backhand draw, pulled out the lightning-struck peach wood sword slung diagonally across his back.

"Captain Chu, tell your men to cease fire and fall back! These things cannot be killed by physical means, leave them to me!"

Lin Ye shouted sharply.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan clenched her teeth and abruptly made a hand gesture to cease fire.

The Ninth Bureau operatives quickly covered each other and retreated more than five meters backward.

Losing the firepower suppression, the five poison pool fused corpses let out a terrifying roar and broke into a heavy sprint toward Lin Ye.

Mud splashed in all directions, and a fishy stench hit them in the face.

Lin Ye stood in place, his posture like a pine tree, without a trace of fear.

With a swipe of his left hand across his tactical belt, he instantly clamped three [Three Yang Subtle Fire Talisman] covered in intricate cinnabar array patterns between his fingers.

"Nine purples tread the Dipper, lotuses spring with every step!"

Lin Ye stepped out with the arcane Yu steps under his feet, his figure turning into a black afterimage as he rushed forward to meet the five behemoths.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

While running, he abruptly hurled the three yellow talismans in his hand.

The talisman paper turned into three dazzling golden lights in mid-air, landing accurately and without error on three specific positions around the mud pool—Tianshu, Tianxuan, and Tianji.

"Three Talents lock the malign qi, rise!"

Lin Ye pinched his sword finger, and the spell in his mouth was like thunder.

The three golden lights instantly connected into a visible red light curtain, tightly sealing the five slurry pools along with the five monsters inside.

The moment the light curtain rose, the extreme Yin Qi continuously transported from the earth's veins was completely cut off!

Losing the Yin Qi supply, the movements of the five monsters noticeably lagged.

Lin Ye seized this fleeting tactical opportunity.

He abruptly bit the index finger of his left hand, and a stream of true blood containing vast Pure Yang origin gushed out.

Using his finger as a brush, Lin Ye unsparingly smeared this trace of Pure Yang True Blood onto the spine of the lightning-struck peach wood sword.

The originally dark red peach wood sword, after gorging on the Pure Yang True Blood, erupted with brilliant crimson light resembling a blazing sun.

"Jade Purity primal azure, true talismans proclaim the alliance. Three Yang Subtle Fire, burn the heavens and boil the seas!"

"Burn for me!"

Lin Ye grasped the sword with both hands, aimed at the space ahead locked down by the Three Talents array, and fiercely slashed down through the air with a single sword strike.

"Boom!!!"

An extremely violent Pure Yang flame formed a roaring fire dragon, gushing forth from the tip of the lightning-struck peach wood sword.

This flame did not carry the slightest bit of impurity, pure to the extreme, carrying the rigid and fierce domineering force to sweep away all evil in the world, instantly swallowing the five poison pool fused corpses.

"Aah!"

Piercing screams resounded through the factory building.

Those incomparably tough rotting flesh and mud mixed with virulent poison...

At the moment they encountered the Three Yang Subtle Fire, like butter thrown into a furnace, they began to crazily dissolve and vaporize.

Under the blockade of the Three Talents array, the raging flames had nowhere to vent, and could only compress and burn crazily inward.

In less than ten short seconds.

The five terrifying monsters standing two meters tall, along with the ground covered in poisonous mud beneath their feet, were forcibly burned into charred flying ash.

The firelight gradually dispersed, and the factory building plunged back into dimness.

Only the dense burnt smell lingering in the air demonstrated the world-destroying power of that strike just now.

"Gulp."

The Ninth Bureau operatives hiding behind the cover all swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison.

The looks they cast at Lin Ye were as if they were looking up at a God of War who had descended to the mortal world.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan's hands holding the twin guns trembled slightly.

She had countless times seen descriptions of high-tier Daoist magic in the encrypted archives of The Ninth Bureau.

Seeing it with her own eyes today, that shocking feeling of burning the heavens and boiling the seas with a wave of the hand completely shattered the pride she had previously built upon firearms.

Lin Ye put away the lightning-struck peach wood sword and let out a long breath of foul air.

Executing Dao fire of this scale consumed quite a lot of the Pure Yang Qi.

A fine layer of sweat seeped out from his forehead, and his breathing was slightly heavy.

A wave of cold fragrance assaulted him from his side.

Leng Yue walked to his side.

She did not speak out in praise, but simply took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her sleeve.

Her slender and cold jade fingers pinched a corner of the silk handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat from Lin Ye's temples.

Those fingertips inadvertently brushed past Lin Ye's scalding brow, bringing a refreshing coolness to the heart.

"Well done."

Frost Star waved her small fists from the side.

"Ding! Optional mission completed, Husband points +300, current points: 3650."

"Title [True Monarch of Fire Control] has been activated for a limited time."

Lin Ye calmed his breathing and ignored the system prompt.

He cast his gaze toward the deepest part of the hall, where there was a heavy steel sluice gate.

Above the sluice gate hung a sign covered in rust.

[Underground Sewage Treatment Center].

"The perimeter dogs have been cleaned up."

Lin Ye handed the silk handkerchief back to Leng Yue and gripped the lightning-struck peach wood sword with a backhand.

"The real master is down below. Let's go down and meet them."

Everyone reorganized their formation and, led by Lin Ye, slowly walked toward the steel sluice gate leading to the abyss of hell.

The sluice gate was half-open, and not a single ray of light could penetrate through the crack of the door.

Just at the moment Lin Ye was about to push open the sluice gate, a bizarre sound of bells suddenly came from the darkness ahead.

"Jingle... Jingle..."

Accompanied by the bell sound, a withered and thin old man with a hunchbacked figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

The old man wore a tattered black robe, and his face was covered with corpse spots of all sizes.

His left hand held a pale white soul-calling banner, and his right hand held a coffin-sealing nail covered in copper rust upside down.

The old man's lifeless eyes stared fixedly at Lin Ye, who was standing at the very front.

He parted his shriveled lips, revealing two rows of blackened teeth, and spat out a long string of extremely eerie underworld jargon:

"Yinshan Sect gates open, lonely souls do not come, living people step back, dead people worship the stage. What is offered is the Seven-Star Sunken Water Coffin, what is burned is the Nine Nether Soul-Breaking Incense."

"Which path's friend are you, daring to forcefully charge into my Yinshan Sect dharma altar without even saying hello?"

At this juncture of life and death, the gate-guarding elder of the Yinshan Sect still maintained that heretical sect's airs, attempting to probe Lin Ye's bottom line through words.

Lin Ye stopped his footsteps, his posture as upright as a sword.

Facing such a creepy heretical cultivator, not only did he not have the slightest bit of fear, the sneer at the corner of his mouth grew even more intense.

He held the lightning-struck peach wood sword upside down, took a fierce step forward, and his clear voice exploded like a thunderclap within the empty factory building:

"The person who has come is precisely your grandfather! The Lin family of Taiping Street, I am Lin Ye."

"What? You came to find trouble with your grandfather several times, and today you don't recognize him?"

Lin Ye's gaze was like a torch, locking firmly onto that old man.

"Or is it that that old dog didn't give you guys the message last night? I came today to collect the interest!"

Hearing the name "Lin Ye", the hunchbacked old man's face instantly became ferocious and distorted.

"So it turns out to be you, this reckless brat!"

The old man let out a wild laugh like a night owl, and the soul-calling banner in his hand waved fiercely.

"You killed Junior Brother Peripheral Elder, and destroyed our sect's Hundred Ghosts Night Parade formation. Tonight, this seat will definitely pull out your tendons, peel off your skin, and permanently suppress your three souls and seven spirits in the netherworld!"

Along with the waving of the soul-calling banner.

In the darkness behind the steel sluice gate, pairs of resentful eyes flashing with bloodthirsty red light lit up densely.

Hundreds of vengeful spirits wearing red clothes crazily pounced toward everyone.

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out!