Chapter 198: Transformation

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" At the entrance of the tomb, eighteen Zombies wearing Expeditionary Army uniforms roared loudly, charging toward Oyama Masutatsu and Abe Seimei, just as they had in life: fearless, stepping out of their country to fight the Japanese invaders in a bloody battle.

The bodies of the Expeditionary Army soldiers were already mutilated, and the uniforms on their bodies were tattered, yet the Ghost Fire in their eyes remained steadfast, as if recounting their hatred and unwillingness, as well as their determination to fight the Japanese invaders to the end.

Shawang Suxi and Lansangkun walked into the tomb cautiously; seeing so many Zombies, they were both startled, and they took up their stances, ready to fight the Zombies at any moment.

However, after a while, they discovered that these Expeditionary Army Zombies had only split off two Zombies to block them, while the majority of the rest continued to besiege Oyama Masutatsu and the other.

"Enemies in life, and even after death, the obsession for revenge remains. Haha, it seems the owner of this tomb hates the Japanese very much. This is truly great; this way, my chances of obtaining the treasure have greatly increased." Shawang Suxi's eyes flickered, lost in thought.

Shawang Suxi viewed Abe Seimei and Meng Yifan as his competitors for the treasure. Now, Abe Seimei was being besieged by Zombies, but Meng Yifan had already disappeared; could it be that he had already entered the depths of the tomb?

"Not good, I must speed up and enter inside as soon as possible." Thinking of this, Shawang Suxi no longer hesitated and opened the Soul-Nurturing Jar in his arms, his withered, stick-like right hand gently stroking the Soul-Nurturing Jar as if caressing the delicate, breakable skin of a beauty.

With a smile on his face, Shawang Suxi said in a very gentle voice, "My darlings, come out."

"Whoosh!" Two fist-sized, eerie creatures flew out from the Soul-Nurturing Jar. After they emerged, they grew in the wind, quickly becoming two human heads the size of watermelons.

They had emerald-green eyes, sharp fangs, blood-red maws, and a pair of long ears.

Those ears were very strange; they could flap up and down like a pair of wings, carrying the two heads as they flew up and down.

"Hee... hee..." The two heads emitted a hair-raising giggling sound. Even more terrifying was that these two heads were bleeding from their seven orifices, and those Blood Drops were like sulfuric acid, possessing strong corrosiveness; as they dripped onto the ground, they directly corroded hole after hole into the Blue Stone floor.

The expressions on these two heads were ferocious, as if they had endured horrific torture, yet the muscles on their faces maintained a smile.

The two diametrically opposed expressions of pain and a smile appeared on the heads simultaneously, which looked extremely eerie and made one's spine chill uncontrollably.

These two heads were a man and a woman, looking very much like a married couple. In reality, they had truly been a loving couple in life. Not only that, both of them were born in the Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin hour, and Yin minute, and they had also died at the exact same Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, Yin hour, and Yin minute. Only such special individuals met the conditions for refining Flying Head Sorcery.

At the time of their death, they had endured shocking torture, causing their resentment to be monstrous. The Sorcery refined this way had extremely formidable combat power.

Shawang Suxi drove this pair of Flying Head Sorcery to kill until the rivers ran red with blood in Southeast Asia, with heads rolling everywhere. Stepping on the bones of countless enemies, he became the supreme National Teacher. No one dared to offend Shawang Suxi's majesty, because those who dared to do so were already dead.

"Flying Head Sorcery!" Lansangkun looked at these two strange heads with trepidation. Shawang Suxi was able to become the National Teacher and shake Southeast Asia, to the point where even the president had to prostrate himself in worship upon seeing him, primarily relying on his magical Sorcery.

"Go, eliminate these two Zombies," Shawang Suxi muttered.

The two heads grinned, emitted a harsh, giggling sound, and then, with a flap of their large ears, charged toward the blocking Expeditionary Army Zombies with lightning speed.

"Roar!" The Zombie stretched out its sharp claws, wanting to swat the heads away, but the two heads were very agile, easily dodging the Zombie's claws, and then the two heads bit toward the neck of an Expeditionary Army Zombie respectively.

"Hee!" The pair of fangs on the two heads radiated an emerald-green light, biting fiercely into the Zombie's neck. That emerald-green flame followed their fangs and entered the Zombie's body.

Those two clusters of emerald-green flames were magical; they did not burn the Zombie's body, but instead rushed deep into the Zombie's brain, directly destroying the Zombie's Control Array.

In an instant, the bodies of those two Expeditionary Army Zombies remained intact, but the Control Array deep within their brains had been burned to nothing by the Ghost Fire.

They were like robots that had suddenly crashed, remaining motionless in the posture of extending their sharp claws.

"Let's go, rush in and grab the treasure," Shawang Suxi said, then led Lansangkun to rush into the depths of the tomb. The two terrifying Flying Head Sorcery also followed like shadows, closely behind Shawang Suxi.

Oyama Masutatsu was powerful, with tough skin and immense strength; he was a First Grade High-Level Martial Artist.

However, two fists are no match for four hands, and furthermore, these Expeditionary Army Zombies were each fearless of death, with bodies like steel and iron. If it were a one-on-one fight, Oyama Masutatsu could use his footwork to easily crush them.

But when the Zombies knew how to cooperate and swarmed him, Oyama Masutatsu found it very strenuous to cope.

Oyama Masutatsu landed a fierce straight punch, knocking a Zombie flying, but immediately after, an Expeditionary Army Zombie supported itself with its hands and feet on the ground and lunged over violently. It opened its arms, hugged Oyama Masutatsu's legs, and its sharp fangs bit fiercely toward Oyama Masutatsu's thigh.

True Qi surged on Oyama Masutatsu's legs. On his two short, thick thighs, the muscles were knotted, and the blood vessels expanded like little green snakes. The Zombie's fangs only broke the skin slightly before being blocked by the powerful muscles.

"Go to hell!" Oyama Masutatsu's left elbow aimed at the Zombie's crown and smashed down fiercely.

"Bang!" A large hole was smashed directly into the Zombie's crown, and pitch-black brain matter sprayed out. However, even though that Zombie had been beaten to death, its arms were like iron rings, still firmly clamping onto Oyama Masutatsu's legs, which prevented Oyama Masutatsu from moving flexibly.

"Roar! Roar!" Eight or nine Expeditionary Army Zombies charged toward Oyama Masutatsu from all directions, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, wanting to avenge their companion and tear Oyama Masutatsu into pieces.

"Oh no!" Oyama Masutatsu was shocked. He wanted to dodge, but his legs were held by the Zombie, and he couldn't get away at all. Just as he was about to be torn apart by the Zombies, Abe Seimei sighed; it seemed that if he didn't use his secret technique, he really couldn't beat these damned Zombies.

Abe Seimei bit his index finger, used the dripping blood to touch his own glabella, and then, with the grace of a dragon or snake, carved a diamond-shaped Rune on his glabella. Then, his body inflated rapidly as if being pumped with air: 1.8 meters, 1.9 meters, 2 meters, 2.1 meters.

In the blink of an eye, Abe Seimei's body surged from its original 1.7 meters to 2.2 meters. His originally slender arms and legs became as thick as elephant legs, and his loose Onmyoji clothing was actually stretched until it split.

Not only that, the pupils in Abe Seimei's eyes disappeared, becoming completely pitch-black, emitting a terrifying black light.

"Creak! Creak!" Abe Seimei extended his right hand, grabbed a protrusion from his neck, and then pulled upward violently. A teeth-grinding, harsh sound rang out; Abe Seimei had actually pulled a three-foot-long Samurai Sword with a narrow blade out from his spine.

This Samurai Sword was not a metal product, but a special bone blade made of something similar to ivory. It had blood grooves on it, and at this moment, it was stained with streaks of blood. A bloody, terrifying aura spread out, making one's hair stand on end at a single glance.

"How is this possible?" Guishou walked into the tomb and stared dumbfounded at the transformed Abe Seimei. He could not imagine what kind of pervert could hide a three-foot-long Samurai Sword inside their spine.

This wasn't scientific; how could a normal person's spine possibly hide such a large weapon?

Carlisle also walked in. He looked at the transformed Abe Seimei with interest, his scarlet tongue licking his lips, feeling that the few guys who had come to participate in the mission this time were truly formidable.

They all had rich energy within their bodies; if he could devour their blood, he would be able to quickly improve his strength.

"Get lost!" Abe Seimei roared, his right foot stomping the ground, causing the Blue Stone floor to collapse. His massive body was as fast as thunder, instantly rushing to Oyama Masutatsu's side. With a horizontal sweep of the Samurai Sword in his hand, a cold light flashed, and the eight Expeditionary Army Zombies trapping Oyama Masutatsu were directly cut in half at the waist.

Even so, the Zombies still did not die; their remaining upper bodies grabbed the ground and continued to charge.

"Go to hell." Abe Seimei stepped out with his legs, and the heads of the Expeditionary Army Zombies were crushed one by one under his feet.