Chapter 556: Divine Ability Shocking the World

War Corpse faced the forbidden technique power gathered by the cultivators, feeling an unprecedented threat, a flicker of ruthlessness flashed in its eyes, knowing it had to use its true power to counter these ants' final struggle.

His body began to exude a rich deathly aura, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy and turbid because of it.

War Corpse slowly lifted its head, took a deep breath, and it seemed that endless power was brewing in its chest.

In his mouth began to condense a blood bead; this blood bead was not an ordinary object, but the essence of War Corpse's entire body transformed, containing all of his power and resentment.

The blood bead slowly rotated in his mouth, emitting an eerie red light, and the surrounding space was distorted and deformed by this power.

The cultivators sensed War Corpse's change, knowing this was a critical moment of life and death, and none dared to relax in the slightest.

They continued chanting the spell, continuously pouring all their vitality and spiritual power into the forbidden technique, making that light pillar brighter and stronger.

Boom—...

War Corpse finally opened its mouth and spat out that blood bead; the blood bead shot like a meteor, tearing through the air, straight toward the cultivators' gathered forbidden technique light pillar.

The blood bead's speed was extremely fast, almost instantly colliding with the forbidden technique light pillar.

Their collision produced a huge explosion, the whole heaven and earth trembled, as if the entire world shuddered at that moment.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outward in all directions, destroying everything around.

Although the cultivators had anticipated the power of this strike, they were still shocked by this force.

Their formation swayed on the verge of collapse under the impact of the shockwave, many cultivators spat blood and suffered serious injuries.

However, War Corpse fared no better.

The release of the blood bead greatly reduced his power; his complexion turned even paler, and his body trembled slightly.

But his eyes remained filled with determination and madness; he knew he could not fall here, otherwise everything would end.

The cultivators knew this was their only chance; disregarding their injuries, they continued to strengthen the forbidden technique's power, hoping to deliver a fatal blow when War Corpse's power weakened.

The light pillar flared up again, brighter than before, as if it wanted to illuminate the entire heaven and earth.

War Corpse watched the light pillar flare up again, and finally a hint of apprehension appeared in its eyes.

Boom—...

The light pillar and War Corpse's final resistance collided again, the whole battlefield was filled with light and power, and no one knew what the final outcome would be.

In the battle, the showdown between War Corpse and the cultivators had entered a white-hot stage.

The blood bead spat out by War Corpse collided with the cultivators' forbidden technique light pillar, triggering violent turmoil between heaven and earth; the cultivators' fear and despair wove into an invisible net that enveloped everyone's hearts.

"This power. Can we really resist it? War Corpse's power far exceeds our imagination!" a young cultivator said, voice trembling, while swinging his sword to block the Dry Corpse's attack.

"Look at those Dry Corpses, their eyes they seem soulless, yet fiercer than any beast!" a female cultivator said, panting, to her companion during a gap in casting her spell.

"Good heavens, this black mist. It is devouring my magical power! What should we do?" an elderly cultivator cried out in terror after feeling his magical power drain.

Boom—...

At this critical moment, the Abbot of Xiguangsi stepped forward, his figure appearing especially solemn amidst the chaotic battlefield.

The Abbot of Xiguangsi's face was calm and resolute, he slowly intoned the Buddha's name, his voice deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate all clamor and chaos.

As the Buddha's name was chanted, a huge Buddha statue gradually condensed behind him; this Buddha statue shone with golden light, majestic and grand, as if it could suppress heaven and earth.

The Buddha statue's eyes slowly opened, radiating a compassionate yet majestic light that illuminated the entire battlefield.

This Vast Giant Buddha carried the Abbot of Xiguangsi's boundless vow power and Buddhist wisdom; its power was so great it could shock heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep.

At the same time, Longling also revealed his true strength.

Behind him, a massive White Bone Dharma Appearance unfolded, shaking heaven and earth; the White Bone Dharma Appearance was composed of the remains of countless fallen warriors, each inch of bone exuding a chilling fighting spirit and unyielding will.

The White Bone Dharma Appearance moved swiftly behind Longling, like a deathly whirlwind, directly engaging War Corpse in battle.

Each attack of the White Bone Dharma Appearance carried a deathly aura, and each collision with War Corpse was like a life-and-death struggle.

Qingxu Daoist Priest likewise did not yield; behind him manifested the Dharma Appearance of the Three Pure Ancestors, this Dharma Appearance possessed divine power that penetrated the mystery, peerless in the world.

The Three Pure Ancestors Dharma Appearance is composed of Daoism's supreme Three Pure Ancestors; each ancestor represents a highest realm of Daoism.

Qingxu Daoist Priest's Daoist robe fluttered in the wind, his hands formed mysterious Dao seals, directing the Three Pure Ancestors Dharma Appearance to engage in fierce battle with War Corpse.

Each formation of a Dao seal was accompanied by fluctuations of Dao power between heaven and earth; each attack of the Dharma Appearance contained Daoism's profound wisdom and supreme divine ability.

The three top experts of the cultivation world, each in their own way, engaged in a life-and-death struggle with War Corpse.

The Buddha power of the Abbot of Xiguangsi, Longling's White Bone Dharma Appearance, and Qingxu Daoist Priest's Three Pure Ancestors Dharma Appearance intertwined, forming an unbreakable line.

Their power not only opposed War Corpse physically, but also contended with it in spirit and will.

War Corpse, facing the combined attack of the three strong ones, felt an unprecedented pressure.

His blood bead had already been neutralized by the cultivators' forbidden technique light pillar, and his own power was gradually being depleted.

Nevertheless, War Corpse still displayed an unyielding fighting spirit; each of his attacks was filled with destructive power, each defense as solid as a rock.

The battle between the cultivators and War Corpse had become a contest of will and power.

Everyone exerted their utmost for survival and victory; each attack poured all their power and belief into it.

This battle was not only a contest of life and death, but also a showdown between light and darkness, justice and evil.

Dong dong dong...

Above the battlefield, winds and clouds shifted; the elements between heaven and earth seemed to be swayed by this fierce battle.

The showdown between the Abbot of Xiguangsi, Longling, Qingxu Daoist Priest, and War Corpse had surpassed ordinary imagination; each strike was like heaven collapsing and earth splitting, shaking the entire Tianji Shengyu.

The Abbot of Xiguangsi's Vast Giant Buddha, golden light radiating boundlessly, each sweep of his hand carried the power to suppress all; wherever his Buddha palm passed, space seemed to solidify.

The giant Buddha's chanting sounded like a great bell, echoing across the battlefield, providing spiritual shelter for the cultivators while also weakening War Corpse's resentment.

However, War Corpse's power was equally not to be underestimated; each clash with the giant Buddha was like the collision of two stars, stirring up endless energy fluctuations.

Longling's White Bone Dharma Appearance, like the embodiment of the Death God, each wave of the lurid white bones brought endless deathly aura; the battle between the White Bone Dharma Appearance and War Corpse was a contest of death versus death, each attack made the battlefield's land more barren, each defense caused the air to solidify.

Under War Corpse's attacks, Longling's Dharma Appearance constantly had bone fragments flying off, but immediately more white bones gathered from the void, replenishing the Dharma Appearance's damage.

Qingxu Daoist Priest's Three Pure Ancestors Dharma Appearance, mighty and awe-inspiring, each formation of a Dao seal bore the majesty of heaven and earth; Daoism's supreme divine ability was displayed to the fullest at this moment.

Each attack of the Three Pure Ancestors Dharma Appearance contained Daoism's ultimate truth, attempting to purify War Corpse's resentment and liberate its departed souls.

However, the war corpse's resentful qi was as deep as an abyss, unfathomable; no matter how the Three Pure Ones' Divine Form attacked, the war corpse remained standing firm.

The battle grew increasingly fierce; under the leadership of the three leaders, the cultivators successively brought out their Dharma treasures, exerted their strongest Dharma techniques, and engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the war corpse and the desiccated corpses it had summoned.

Collisions of Dharma treasures with desiccated corpses, clashes of Dharma techniques with resentful qi—each collision was accompanied by a tremendous explosion, each clash causing heaven and earth to change color.

On the battlefield, fresh blood and resentful qi intertwined; the radiance of the Dharma treasures complemented the withered bones of the desiccated corpses.

Cultivators kept falling in battle; their vitality rapidly drained under the war corpse's attacks, yet their eyes still burned with an unyielding flame.

Under the cultivators' encirclement, the war corpse began to show wounds on its body; its armor started to crack under the attacks of the Three Pure Ones' Divine Form, and its frame began to tremble under the assault of the White Bone Dharma Aspect.

But his eyes still held no fear, only endless fighting spirit and a yearning for death.

The battle reached the utmost cruelty; every minute and second saw cultivators and desiccated corpses falling, corpses piled up like mountains on the battlefield, blood flowing like a river.

Even so, the cultivators did not retreat; their hearts held only one belief—to annihilate the war corpse and defend the Tianji Shengyu.

The war corpse's expression changed drastically; he, a mighty existence who had once commanded the battlefield and whose resentful qi lingered after death, had never imagined that after his emergence he would encounter such tenacious resistance.

He originally thought that, relying on his own power and endless resentful qi, he could sweep across the entire Tianji Shengyu, making all living beings tremble beneath his feet.

However, facing the combined might of Longling, the abbot of Xiguangsi, and Daoist Priest Qingxu, he began to feel an unprecedented shock.

The war corpse gazed at Longling and the others; a flash of disbelief flickered in his eyes, his voice hoarse, emitting an unparalleled sound of fear, filled with shock at the present situation and uncertainty about his own fate.

He roared: "Impossible! I am an invincible existence on the battlefield, and after death I have condensed endless resentful qi—how could anyone in the Tianji Shengyu still withstand my methods?"

His roar carried a hint of trembling; it was the first time since his emergence that he had felt fear.

He began to wonder who these cultivators were, that they could actually stand against him.

A strong curiosity and unwillingness surged in his heart; he wanted to know what power and secrets these cultivators possessed that could resist his near-invincible existence.

The war corpse's gaze swept over Longling, the abbot of Xiguangsi, and Daoist Priest Qingxu one by one; his eyes were filled with scrutiny and vigilance.

He realized that these cultivators were no ordinary opponents; the power and aura they exuded made him feel a profound threat.

He began to suspect whether these cultivators possessed some kind of power that could counter him, or whether they held some secret weapon unknown to him.

Longling's White Bone Dharma Aspect, the abbot of Xiguangsi's Vast Giant Buddha, and Daoist Priest Qingxu's Three Pure Ones' Divine Form—the union of these three forces made him feel an unprecedented pressure.

Although the war corpse's heart was filled with fear and curiosity, his fighting spirit did not weaken; on the contrary, his will to fight was completely ignited, determined to give his all, at any cost, to utterly annihilate those cultivators who dared to challenge him.

He wanted everyone in the Tianji Shengyu to know that the war corpse's power was not to be trifled with; any existence daring to oppose him would pay a heavy price.

At this moment, many cultivators were also shocked by Longling's moving strength, like a bright lamp in their hearts encouraging them.

"That White Bone Dharma Aspect is practically the bane of death! Every strike makes the desiccated corpses tremble with fear!" a cultivator exclaimed upon seeing Longling's White Bone Dharma Aspect repel a group of desiccated corpses.

"The abbot of Xiguangsi's Vast Giant Buddha—its golden light is like the dawn's sunshine!" another cultivator, sheltered by the Buddha's light, felt a hint of warmth and comfort.

"Daoist Priest Qingxu's Three Pure Ones' Divine Form—its divine power reaches the profound, truly the pride of cultivators!" a Daoist cultivator, upon seeing Qingxu's Divine Form block the war corpse's attack, excitedly told his companion.

"Their three powers are the key to our resistance against the war corpse! We must support them, not let the war corpse succeed!" a cultivator leader, while directing the battle, encouraged the surrounding cultivators.

Boom…

On the battlefield, the war corpse's power began to become more violent and unpredictable.

Each of his attacks carried stronger resentful qi and deathly force; each of his defenses stood firm as a rock, hard to breach.

He began to try new means and tactics, attempting to find the weaknesses of Longling and the others, to break their defenses in one fell swoop.

Longling and the others sensed the war corpse's change; they had to maintain the utmost vigilance and exert all their strength in order to possibly defeat this powerful enemy.

They began to cooperate more closely; each person's Dharma treasure and Dharma technique became more precise and powerful, intending to use their wisdom and courage to overcome this unprecedentedly strong foe.

The battle grew ever more fierce; every minute and second was filled with variables and danger.

As the war corpse's roar echoed across the battlefield, the surrounding scenery grew ever more gloomy and terrifying.

In the sky, dark clouds gathered densely, thunder rolled incessantly, as if heaven itself were wailing over the battle's cruelty.

On the ground, fissures crisscrossed like wounds on the earth; from them sprang not clear springs but streams of pitch-black resentful qi, which intertwined in the air to form hideous faces that emitted silent screams.

On the battlefield, each step the war corpse took made the earth tremble; the space around him seemed twisted by his powerful resentful qi, forming tiny black vortices that swallowed all light.

Within these vortices, withered arms occasionally reached out, grasping toward the air, as if trying to drag the living into an endless abyss.

Around the war corpse, desiccated corpses surged like a tide, their eyes flashing with an eerie green light, their mouths emitting low hoarse cries.

These desiccated corpses were no mere walking dead; under the war corpse's influence they became stronger, their skin as hard as steel, each attack carrying the force to rend the air.

The cultivators continually retreated in battle, finding that their Dharma techniques and treasures inflicted ever less damage on these desiccated corpses.

Some cultivators' Dharma treasures were even corroded upon contact with the desiccated corpses, losing their luster.

Despair appeared on the cultivators' faces; they began to doubt whether they could defeat these nearly immortal foes.

At the edge of the battlefield, some cultivators tried to flee this terrifying place, only to find that the surroundings were already enveloped in a thick black mist.

This black mist brimmed with curses and malice; any cultivator attempting to pass through would find his vitality rapidly draining, eventually turning into a desiccated corpse that collapsed within the mist.

Under the shroud of this black mist, the light on the battlefield grew ever darker; only the glimmer in the eyes of the war corpse and the desiccated corpses flickered in the darkness, like demonic eyes.

The cultivators had to rely on their perception and instinct to fight; each swing of their swords carried a yearning for survival, each dodge filled with fear of death.

In this horrifying scene, the war corpse's figure appeared even taller and more terrifying.

He seemed to become the ruler of this domain of death; each of his attacks bore the power to destroy everything. On his armor, fresh blood and resentful qi intertwined, forming horrifying patterns that appeared to writhe constantly, as if alive.

Every corner of the battlefield was shrouded in the horror of this fight—whether sky, ground, or the surrounding void, all became the domain of the war corpse and the desiccated corpses.