Chapter 281: Heaven Helps Me

I held the Soul-guiding Lamp and stepped closer to the Grave Robber Colonel's corpse, while the yin soldier formation slowly retreated.

But just then, the zombie let out another howl.

This howl shook heaven and earth, like a general charging into battle, his might terrifying all soldiers.

The instant the golden pestle left his hand, the few yin soldiers it struck instantly turned into a wisp of black qi and were utterly annihilated.

The golden pestle returned to the zombie's hand; it swung its long arm, and the yin soldier formation charged toward me.

Fang Chuan Zong's senior brothers and sisters rushed forward!

And I had already reached beside the corpse.

The corpse knelt on the ground, head drooping, a huge hole in it, brain matter mixed with blood flowing down.

I pushed his head aside, saw the Grave Robber Talisman still hanging from his neck, reached out and grabbed it, then yanked it hard.

The moment I pulled off the talisman, a tearing sound came from above my head, and Hui Yu Mo's frightened warning rang out: "Sister, don't look up, it's dangerous!"

I suddenly lowered my head, and something whistled past, barely grazing the hairs on my crown.

I broke out in a cold sweat from fright; I knew it was the golden pestle!

The golden pestle missed its strike, then came whistling from behind me again.

That thing is obviously heavy, yet in the zombie's hand it moves freely; it must have already become its natal magic artifact.

Unfortunately, my natal magic artifact is trapped in the Nirvana Fire of Cangwu Mountain; if Feng Wu were still here… no ifs!

Even if Feng Wu isn't by my side, I still have to find a way to protect myself.

I raised my hand and bit my middle finger, and a bead of blood immediately welled up.

I pinched my sword finger and pressed it against the lamp's chamber, quickly chanted the incantation, turned, and swung my sword finger at the incoming golden pestle…

"Sister, dodge!"

Hui Yu Mo's desperate shout came from afar; she fought while keeping an eye on me, fearing something would happen to me.

But this time I didn't dodge; instead I stood up to meet the golden pestle, which in Hui Yu Mo's eyes was certain death!

But the next moment, as I swung my sword finger at the golden pestle, several ghost faces burst from the lamp's chamber, their hideous mouths wide open, and they lunged at the golden pestle and bit it!

The ghost faces appeared so abruptly that everyone present froze at the sight.

I, however, silently let out a breath of relief.

Just then, I recalled the ancient witchcraft recorded in the Witchcraft Notes—the Spirit Controlling Chant.

I used the Spirit Controlling Chant to drive the ghost faces on the lamp's chamber to fight the golden pestle in my stead.

I never thought the ghost faces appearing in the lamp's chamber were mere ornaments or decorations.

Sure enough, I guessed right.

The ghost faces bit into the golden pestle and surged forward; a sharp crack rang out, and the ghost faces' unpleasant chewing sounded, at that moment, like heavenly music.

I heard Fang Chuan Zong's excited exclamation: "Beautiful!"

At the same moment, behind me came the zombie's angry howl and the earth-shaking sound of its running footsteps.

After the ghost faces devoured a third of it, the golden pestle returned to the zombie's hand; the zombie, furious to the extreme, charged straight at me!

After the brief victory, we faced the zombie's even more brutal attack.

This time, however, I felt no fear.

I discovered that as long as I used it properly, the Soul-guiding Lamp in my hand could unleash limitless power.

But this power requires me to constantly explore and try.

Just now I used the Spirit Controlling Chant very well.

Although it costs a bit of blood, activating the Spirit Controlling Chant also consumes a lot, but it's enough to let me hold off the zombie for a while.

My only target is the zombie; everything else can be left to Fang Chuan Zong and the others!

I activated the Spirit Controlling Chant again, pointed my sword finger at the charging zombie, and several ghost faces immediately grappled with it.

But this time, the ghost faces appeared for a noticeably shorter duration and were slightly weaker.

It seems my mana support is still insufficient.

After the ghost faces returned to the lamp chamber, the zombie did not launch a third attack.

It stood there, less than ten meters from me, and suddenly began to howl nonstop, its mouth wide open.

The yin soldiers around it, amid its howling, turned into streams of black qi that rushed into its mouth.

Oh no, it was actually absorbing the essence of the yin soldiers to endlessly strengthen itself.

As the zombie continually absorbed, its body visibly swelled up to the naked eye.

On its face and back, everywhere visible, pus-filled bulges bulged out to the naked eye.

Just like a toad covered in sores.

Fang Chuan Zong shouted: "Retreat! Senior brothers and sisters, retreat! Everyone fall back quickly—it's toxic!"

Everyone instantly retreated backward, while the zombie stepped toward me one step at a time.

With each step it took, the pus blisters on its body jiggled; they shifted from milky white to grayish black, grew larger, turned translucent, as if they might burst at any moment.

At that moment I only felt my scalp tinge; watching the zombie draw ever closer, I could only activate the Spirit Controlling Chant again…

But just then, the strong qi beneath my feet suddenly vanished.

I heard the various sects again issuing orders, gathering their disciples to form battle lines, but they too were exhausted and could no longer hold on.

The zombie even gave a sinister, gloomy laugh.

That laugh came from its chest cavity, eerie and twisted, yet everyone could hear its triumph and the sense of inevitable victory.

Meow!

The next moment, a familiar cat's cry split the night, breaking the stalemate.

I suddenly turned my head to look, but the black cat had already steadily landed on my shoulder.

Its two pointed ears stood high, and the spark on the tip of its tail was especially conspicuous in this dark night.

Wasn't the Mystic Cat supposed to stay in Dang Pu?

How did it come here?

I was both startled and delighted.

Soon after, I heard a familiar sound of horse hooves again.

Snort… snort-snort…

I looked disbelievingly in the direction the hoofbeats came from, the heavy night obscured my vision, and my heart leapt into my throat.

Could it be him?

Not only did I recognize the hoofbeats, the Corpse Demon obviously did too.

It slowly turned its head, looking toward the southeast.

Snort… snort-snort…

The hoofbeats drew nearer.

Closer and closer…

When the figure riding a tall horse, with a big saber at his waist, emerged from the darkness, I almost shouted out in excitement.

Zhao Zixun!

It really is him!

Zhao Zixun rode on his warhorse, with a person seated before him… the Red Flag Child.

The Red Flag Child leapt up, stood steadily on the horse's back, and kept waving the red flag in his hand.

The Yin Soldier Formation fell into chaos the moment it saw that waving red flag.

I glanced up at the still-falling raindrops, and the corners of my mouth twitched upward.

Truly, heaven aids me!

Red Flag Child, formed from the grudging spirits of an ancient battlefield, wielding the red flag, manifests on rainy nights; wherever the red flag flutters, disaster of weapons follows.

He arrived just in time!

I wiped the rain from my face, hurled high the Yin Soldier Talisman I had snatched from the neck of the Grave-Plucking Colonel, and shouted: "Zhao Zixun, catch the talisman!"