4180 Great Battle
More corpse puppets swarmed forward, grabbing people and biting them relentlessly.
Anyone bitten by them would begin to "corpsify" within fifteen minutes, their entire bodies shaking numbly and stiffly, quickly joining the ranks of the corpse puppet army.
This meant the corpse puppet army would inevitably grow larger and more formidable.
With so many living people here, it was an excellent place for "corpse transformation."
Qiao Mu's face was grim as she watched.
She saw Situ Yi, Liang Qingqing, and others, along with a group of disciples from Fire Refining City and Ice Sealed City, quickly joining the fray, wielding their blades, and swiftly piercing the crystal cores in the heads of the corpse puppets.
The nine-headed monster bird, flapping its wings at the forefront, let out another sharp shriek.
All the corpse puppets, as if guided by something, instantly became frenzied and rapidly surrounded the crowd.
They besieged the defensive barrier, repeatedly smashing into it.
The ordinary citizens hiding behind the defensive wall were now scared out of their wits.
They continuously prayed that this transparent defensive wall would hold, and absolutely not be breached by the corpse puppets, otherwise, everyone inside would be doomed!
As "thump-thump" sounds of fighting erupted everywhere, people kept picking up weapons from the ground, desperately rushing forward to fight the corpse puppets.
Qiao Mu fired several dark gold arrows, shooting down several high-level corpse puppets that were approaching.
Her face was expressionless.
In such chaotic circumstances, high-level cultivators actually couldn't do much.
If they were to unleash lethal talisman arrays for indiscriminate attacks, the innocent spectators below would inevitably suffer collateral damage.
Mo Lian naturally thought of this too, so it was impossible for him to unleash holy fire to burn this place.
They could only head towards the dense areas of the corpse horde, trying their best to contain the power of the five spirits within a certain range, so as not to involve others.
At this moment, the nine-headed monster bird let out a strange howl.
Qiao Mu looked up and saw Duanmu Qing and Mu Xingchen, along with many other cultivators, flying into the air, fiercely battling the nine-headed monster bird.
The monster bird had nine heads, eighteen small eyes, and its heads could rotate 360 degrees, allowing it to see every cultivator fighting it from all angles without blind spots.
With a shake of its body, it raised its heads and shrieked. The piercing sound instantly killed several low-level cultivators.
Mu Xingchen's face darkened, and his flying sword shot out with a "whoosh," intelligently heading to cut the monster bird's neck.
After a "clank," everyone's hearts were filled with surprise.
This monster bird actually had a bronze head and iron limbs, with no weak points anywhere on its body?
"Roar!" Hundreds of winged humanoids flew back and forth in the air, charging towards the nine-headed monster bird and guarding it like sentinels.
"Is this bird a Nightgull?"
"It looks like one." Mo Lian tightly gripped his wife's hand, his face grim, and nodded. "But it should have been greatly modified. Its body probably rivals a sacred beast."
"Stay here; I'll go engage it." Mu Xingchen and the others above were no match for it.
Mo Lian felt a little uneasy and squeezed Qiao Mu's hand.
Qiao Mu blinked slightly, then raised her hand and gripped his right hand in return, "Be careful."
Mo Lian nodded, and his moon-white figure gracefully ascended, effortlessly soaring to confront the nine-headed monster bird.
Turning his head, he saw the Second Young Master Qin had also flown up, now standing silently beside him, giving him a cold glance.
His eyes were incredibly deep, as if ancient, unyielding frost resided within them.