Chapter 202: Two Days

"A mere Zombie wants to stop me? Go to hell!" After Abe Seimei transformed, he was like the Hulk, possessing boundless strength; his fists were as large as watermelons, and with a single punch, he made the air explode with a boom.

An Expeditionary Army Zombie in front was struck in the chest by Abe Seimei; the Zombie's sturdy body rippled like the surface of water, and then with a bang, it exploded into fragments.

"Swish! Swish!" Abe Seimei's bone-bladed Samurai Sword became even more terrifying; as he swung it, it shimmered with a blood-red light, and every Expeditionary Army Zombie that blocked his path was sliced in two by a single strike.

"Roar! Roar!" The Expeditionary Army soldiers let out roars of unwillingness; their eyes were filled with fury, and their hatred for the Japanese pirates had become their obsession. Even after death, having become Zombies, they still fought bravely forward upon encountering the Japanese pirates, desperately trying to block Abe Seimei and Oyama Masutatsu.

Unfortunately, these Zombies were at most comparable to a First Grade High-Level Martial Artist, while the transformed Abe Seimei was comparable to a Fourth Grade Lower-Level Martial Artist.

The vast disparity in strength caused the Expeditionary Army soldiers to be slaughtered until they were utterly routed.

Abe Seimei fought more fiercely as the battle progressed; following the frenzied slaughter, a layer of black mist shrouded his body, emitting a cold, sinister aura. Black light flickered in his eyes, and the muscles on his face twisted, making him look less and less like Abe Seimei.

It gave people a very eerie feeling, as if a monster were about to crawl out from within Abe Seimei's body.

"Zhang Sanfeng..." Abe Seimei's voice turned into a very feminine, soft voice, then changed back into a man's voice, and finally into a mixed sound of a man's and a woman's voices intertwined.

Abe Seimei's voice was like a thunderclap, causing the name "Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Sanfeng" to echo deep within the Ancient Tomb.

"You cannot stop me..." Abe Seimei roared, then jumped up violently, using the Samurai Sword to execute a Force Cleaving Mount Hua, directly splitting the last Expeditionary Army Zombie in half vertically.

Zhang Sanfeng heard Abe Seimei's roar, and his expression became even uglier. Beneath the Bagua-shaped Meditation Cushion, those Ninjas and Onmyoji sealed here had all turned into fiends; hearing Abe Seimei's shout, they all rioted one after another, and waves of black energy surged out, attempting to break the seal and join Abe Seimei.

"Oh no!" Zhang Sanfeng's face changed drastically; he had guarded the seal for eighty years and had reached the end of his rope.

Under normal circumstances, in his current state, Zhang Sanfeng could barely hold on for another month or so, but if the fiends under the seal rioted collectively, he could resist for at most two days.

Moreover, during these two days, all of Zhang Sanfeng's energy would have to be focused on reinforcing the seal, making it impossible for him to manipulate the Array to block the enemy's invasion.

"Meng Yifan, your master intends to transform his body into a seal to completely seal this Ancient Tomb. These fiends must absolutely not be allowed to rush out, otherwise, it will be a catastrophe for all living beings under Heaven."

"In a moment, I will open a passage for you. In the Valley outside, the winds will rise and clouds will surge, and sand and stones will fly; you can take the opportunity to rush out."

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was resolute; during the war of Japanese pirates invading China, the few remaining cultivation experts in China had almost all been lost.

And these fiends under the seal, having absorbed the subterranean baleful Qi, had become neither human nor ghost, but their combat power had become even more formidable. If they were allowed to break out of the seal, the Chinese cultivation world would absolutely be unable to resist.

Although technology on Earth is developing rapidly now and the power of thermal weapons is also very strong, if these fiends were to coordinate with the modern technology of the Japanese pirates, it would unleash unparalleled destructive power.

Not to mention anything else, if these fiends went to assassinate enemy leaders, who could stop them? In urban street fighting, these fiends, comparable to Fourth-Grade Martial Artists, would each be like a human-shaped nuclear bomb.

Ordinary people using light weapons would simply be unable to wipe out these fiends, unless nuclear weapons were used.

But the cost of that would be too great; would one really have to sacrifice a city and the lives of millions of common people to bury a fiend?

Zhang Sanfeng put his personal Daoist Robe, Yin Yang Dharma Sword, and Bagua-shaped Meditation Cushion into his Space Ring, then handed the Space Ring to Meng Yifan, saying, "Meng Yifan, this is a Space Ring. Inside are my cultivation techniques, some treasures, and some valuables left behind by the original owner of the Ancient Tomb. Take them; they will be of some help to your future cultivation. With me not by your side, your cultivation will depend on yourself from now on."

"Hurry and go, and pass on the Taiji Fist. If the Japanese pirates invade the land of Shenzhou again, it will be up to you all to resist the Ninjas and Onmyoji."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Meng Yifan, his gaze filled with reluctance.

Meng Yifan was the last disciple Zhang Sanfeng had chosen; there were still many things he had not yet taught Meng Yifan, but unfortunately, there was no time left, and he could only let Meng Yifan leave as quickly as possible.

Meng Yifan took the Space Ring; because Zhang Sanfeng had already proactively removed his ownership, the process for Meng Yifan to claim ownership was very simple.

Meng Yifan used his Spiritual Power to examine the Space Ring and was surprised to discover that this Space Ring had a very large space, ten meters in length, width, and height—meaning it was a full one thousand cubic meters.

This was a huge space. At the same time Meng Yifan claimed ownership, it also bound to his Game Panel, which meant that this portable space could also follow Meng Yifan as he traveled between the two worlds of Earth and the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty.

Inside the Space Ring, besides Zhang Sanfeng's Daoist Robe, Yin Yang Dharma Sword, and Bagua-shaped Meditation Cushion, there were also some Wudang Sect technique manuals, a Dharma Bell, an Array Disk, a Taiji Bagua Mirror, Jade Slips, and more.

Besides these, there were also many Samurai Swords, Shuriken, Hand Claws, Dharma Fans, Spirit-Summoning Umbrellas, and other Dharma Artifacts seized from the Ninjas and Onmyoji inside the Space Ring.

Seeing this, Meng Yifan felt very moved. He had participated in this mission to explore the Ancient Tomb, originally thinking he would certainly have to undergo layers of trials to obtain treasures; he had not expected that the result would be obtaining so many treasures with such ease.

Zhang Sanfeng was preparing to use his body to reinforce the seal; everyone who had entered the Ancient Tomb would be trapped inside, and Meng Yifan could completely take Jiang Hailong and leave this place, returning fully loaded.

However, Zhang Sanfeng had been so good to him that he could not bear to watch Zhang Sanfeng perish just like that.

"Master, how much longer can you hold on?" Meng Yifan asked.

"At most two more days. Even if I hold on for two more days, what meaning would it have? Disciple, hurry and go." Zhang Sanfeng urged.

"Two days." Meng Yifan looked at the countdown on the Game Panel; only a little over one day remained. When the time came, he would be able to travel to the world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty again.

The rule Meng Yifan had summarized was that when he traveled to the world of the Great Wu Heavenly Dynasty, time on Earth would stand still. By the time he traveled back next, his strength might have progressed by leaps and bounds, and perhaps he would have a way to resolve the fiends in the Earth Cave.

In that case, Zhang Sanfeng would not have to perish.