Chapter 26: Performance Targets Within Reach

Holy shit, these two couldn't be the legendary Black and White Impermanence, could they?

This... this Zhang Cheng is too awesome!

Another person suddenly widened their eyes, face full of disbelief.

As soon as Black and White Impermanence appeared, that aura not to be underestimated was like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves,

It easily stirred the most primal, deepest fear deep within everyone's hearts present.

My goodness, this is really a big move—there's the Gate God, the projection of the Sect Leader of the Heaven-Reaching Way, the Shadow Puppet Show, and now they've even summoned the actual Black and White Impermanence!

You know, Black and White Impermanence are not just Official Ghost Messengers; they are also important figures who govern life and death,

Their strength is far beyond what ordinary zombies can match, let alone those petty ghosts that only know how to hop.

Wait, what did that Korean guy just say—each of his zombies retains the complete soul they had in life?

Isn't this basically walking into a trap? Black and White Impermanence specialize in catching wandering souls of the world,

Now that we've met them, isn't that exactly what they wanted?

Hahaha, this Korean guy is going to be in trouble now!

Black and White Impermanence versus a zombie army? This scene looks like adults bullying kids no matter how you look at it.

"Playing tricks, trying to show off here?" Jin Yuzhen curled the corner of his mouth in a cold smile, waving his arm,

In an instant, the countless zombies surged like rolling angry waves, flooding heaven and earth toward Black and White Impermanence.

These zombies had hideous faces, with sharp fangs dripping disgusting slime, stepping closer and closer,

The air was filled with the breath of death.

However, just when it seemed unstoppable, the earth suddenly shook violently, as if even heaven and earth were changing color.

Some agile zombies, using the force of the tremor, shot toward Zhang Cheng like arrows released from a bow.

Faced with the surging corpse tide, Black and White Impermanence merely gave a cold glance around; that expression clearly showed contempt for the opponent.

Especially Bai Wuchang, he held the Mourning Stick symbolizing his identity, at the forefront, and with a light swing,

that seemingly ordinary yet extraordinarily powerful treasure sliced the air, triggering a terrifying energy wave that devoured everything.

This energy wave was immensely powerful; wherever it passed, zombies collapsed one after another, blood splattering like raindrops,

in just a moment the zombie lines were torn open a huge gap,

numbers plummeted, the scene gruesome as if a monster had ravaged a battlefield.

"Impossible!" Jin Yuzhen stared wide-eyed, his heart full of disbelief.

As a Summoner, he knew exactly how much power he had lost, and what shocked him even more was,

after Bai Wuchang unleashed such a terrifying attack, he still remained calm and composed, showing no sign of fatigue,

even the curve of his lips seemed to be enjoying something.

"What the hell is he laughing at!" Jin Yuzhen felt completely bewildered,

as if struck by a heavy hammer to the head, utterly unable to grasp the situation.

At this moment, Bai Wuchang lightly patted Hei Wuchang's shoulder, his eyes flashing with slyness and delight:

"Little Black, look at these struggling little guys—this year's performance targets have finally been met!"

Hei Wuchang's eyes flickered at the words, the corner of his mouth also curling into a playful smile:

"Hey, don't say it—this year's performance targets are entirely thanks to them, interesting, interesting."

This sight made the prideful Jin Yuzhen's face darken instantly, anger and shame intertwining in his heart.

What kind of international joke is this? Performance targets?

My zombie army, in their eyes, has become a laughable performance goal?

Do they really think that after wiping out a few batches of fodder, they've secured victory?

"You guys are really going too far!"

Jin Yuzhen gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and issued an undeniable command,

"Come at me! Within three minutes, I want to see them turned into mincemeat!"

Boom boom boom! With the command issued, a new round of fierce battle erupted once again,

in an instant, heaven and earth seemed to fall into endless turmoil,

the earth trembled violently in its unwilling groan, dust flew up, obscuring the sky.

A huge zombie broke free of its invisible shackles, like a wild beast breaking its reins in the wilderness,

wielding destructive power, its massive fists slammed heavily onto the ground,

shaking the surrounding air into a humming, soil flying everywhere.

Suddenly, these monsters abandoned their clumsy upright walk, switching to a frantic quadrupedal sprint.

In the blink of an eye, fifty enormous zombies, like a black torrent, surged toward the Black and White Impermanence standing still at the far end of the battlefield.

On this violent charge, the smaller zombies, like fragile dolls, were easily crushed by the beasts' vast limbs, instantly turning into bloody pulp.

Wails and the aura of despair intertwined.

Seeing this gruesome scene, Hei Wuchang's pupils contracted sharply, he exploded in rage.

"Damn it! My performance this year!"

A roar rang out, and in the void came a series of whistling sounds as countless iron chains, like black dragons with life,

surged forth from his back, the mottled bloodstains on the chains seeming to be the mark of his devouring of life,

they twisted and coiled in the air, exuding a suffocating killing intent, like bloodthirsty poisonous snakes crawling out of the abyss of hell,

launching a fierce attack on the giant zombie horde—tearing, entangling, sparing no means!

"Clang clang," the iron chains, under Hei Wuchang's control, displayed astonishing flexibility,

either extending or entangling, instantly weaving an impenetrable net of death,

He tightly bound all the giant zombies, instantly depriving these terrifying beings of their freedom to rampage.

Hei Wuchang's face at this moment looked ferocious and terrifying.

His hands gripped the ends of the iron chains tightly, his eyes flashing with an extremely cold light.

That was a resoluteness that determined life and death and commanded all things.

Then he began to exert force, every inch of his muscle bulging to the limit.

His whole body emanated a terrifying power capable of shaking heaven and earth, eliminating these threats in one fell swoop.

In the stands, exclamations and doubts rose and fell one after another.

"How is this possible? Fifty giant zombies, each ten meters tall, strong as mountains—even if Dragon Nation's summoned creatures are formidable, they shouldn't be this powerful!"

Although the aura previously displayed by Black and White Impermanence had already made many people dare not underestimate them, eliminating fifty giant zombies at once,

To many, this seemed nearly impossible to accomplish; even the top-ranked experts of SS Rank could at best instantly kill five, yet Hei Wuchang directly challenged a record ten times that!

Jin Yuzhen spread his hands, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

His cold gaze flicked toward Hei Wuchang as he burst into loud laughter:

"Hahahaha, are you trying to amuse me? Your arrogance has reached this extent—you will definitely lose this challenge!"

However, just as everyone's eyes were filled with doubt, thinking Hei Wuchang was merely bluffing, the situation on the stage suddenly changed.