Chapter 258 Flying Ming Taoist _2
The piercing sound of fractures permeated the air as flames and Sword Qi intertwined—mixing the stench of corpses, the aroma of charred flesh, and the sickly smell of mud. The smell overwhelmed the three of them, forcing them to breath internally.
Having slain an indefinable number and traversing a distance of roughly a hundred meters, at last, the zombies did not appear anymore.
Chen Mobai exhaled slightly. Although the job was done just using talismans, implying minimal Spiritual Power loss, the sheer number was undeniably excessive.
He estimated that he had aided the passing of at least fifty to sixty of them.
"These are Iron Corpses, the lowest in rank among zombies. They are created by burying strong malefactors in corpse-raising grounds. A Qi Cultivation cultivator at level seven can effortlessly dispose of them."
Just as Shan Hongyi began to speak, and Chen Mobai pondered why he was explaining this to him, a monotonous rumbling sound echoed.
With a sudden thud!