Suddenly, a pale, huge hand burst out of the ground, like a sign of death torn from the ground.

Immediately afterward, more hands emerged from the ground around them, like evil spirits escaping from hell.

The hands belonged to a withered corpse, and they were joined together by unknown forces to form a terrifying monster.

The corpse's skin was gray, and his eyes shone with a cold and hard light.

Muscles and blood vessels bulge under the skin, making them look unusually twisted and hideous. Its body is constantly drawing life force from the corpses around it, making its power endless.

The monstrosity, united by corpses, began to violently shake the small hill like a giant groundhog, uprooting the surrounding trees.

It let out an earth-shattering roar like a death proclamation, sending the entire forest to a dead silence.

It broke through the soil, revealing more corpses.

Although these corpses are dead, their eyes still glint with a desire for life and death. They seem to be seeking revenge, taking revenge on those who brought them to their deaths.

The monster, united by corpses, began to unleash devastating blows into the surrounding forest.

The trees were uprooted, the stones were shattered, and its eyes were filled with endless resentment and evil.

It was a corpse, a corpse held together by an unknown force.

Every corpse was once alive, but now it has been tortured into horrible shapes.

The bones are twisted, the muscles are hideous, and the skin is frozen with the last pain and fear.

They are no longer human, but monsters controlled by vicious curses and evil forces.

The dirt splattered as they struggled, and the stones crumbled under their impact.

The moment they burst out of the ground, they seemed to be messengers of death, bringing endless terror and despair.

The corpse's eyes flickered with a cold light, as if announcing an impending catastrophe.

Their bodies twisted, as if they were in the last pain, however, they moved in an eerie way, as if they were dancing a dance of death.

With violent shaking and screams of terror, they struggled out of the dirt and stepped onto long-lost land.

Their movements, though clumsy, are full of power, as if they are the embodiment of death, bringing endless fear and destruction.

An old man in a yellow robe, his eyes were full of perseverance and wisdom.

In his hand he held an ancient peachwood sword, the tip of which was facing the evil spirit in front of him.

Behind the evil spirit, the Dao Master wielded a peachwood sword, the tip of which sliced through the air with a sharp sound.

His movements are vigorous and powerful, and each sword dance leaves deep scars on the evil spirit's body.

Lei Shan, on the other hand, stood steadily, throwing out yellow talismans in his hands, and the yellow talismans instantly turned into flames in the air, surrounding the evil spirits like bees.

The firelight shone out the monster in its entirety.

It looks like a human, but its skin is like the dark side of the moon, dull and covered with wrinkles of age and pain.

Its eyes were like an abyss, swallowing up all the light, as if not even the moonlight could penetrate the darkness, its hands were long and thin, like ghost claws just sticking out of a stone tomb, nails longer than fingers, and tips as sharp as knives.

The corpse's skin was a disgusting grayish-green color, covered in spots of decay, as if covered in a layer of decaying moss.

Some parts have apparently decayed, revealing the muscles and bones underneath.

The rest of the body, like freshly discarded waste, still retains a hint of the original corpse color.

This contrast makes the body look even more terrifying, as if death and decay exist on it at the same time.

Its eyes had lost their light and had turned into deep black holes, staring hollowly into the endless darkness.

There seemed to be an eternal, cruel mockery hanging from the corner of its mouth, which was unbearable.

On its neck, a deep wound cut its skin, revealing the bones and veins underneath.

The limbs of the corpse were also twisted and reassembled, creating a completely unnatural posture.

An arm stretched out to the sky, as if seeking salvation; The other arm stretched out, holding a rusty sword. The legs twisted, as if they were still struggling in the last moment of pain.

The entire monster emitted a suffocating stench, a mixture of death, decay, and gore, that made it impossible to breathe. Every piece of meat, every bone, seems to tell a tragic story, which makes people unbearable to look at.

When the old man saw the monster, there was no fear in his eyes, only determination and determination.

He clenched the sword in his hand, and a trace of power flowed from the blade into his body, strengthening his muscles and activating his cells.

He began to walk towards the monster, each step steady and powerful, as if playing a magnificent war song.

The monster sensed the old man's approach, and it raised its head, revealing a hideous face. Its eyes flashed with cunning and cruelty in the darkness, and then, with a roar, it rushed towards the old man. Its body moved rapidly in the darkness, like a giant serpent leaping out of the darkness.

The old man didn't dodge, he raised his sword, took a deep breath, and concentrated all his strength on the tip of the sword. When the monster rushed in front of him, he let out a loud shout and swung his sword. The sword light cut a bright arc through the darkness, colliding with the monster's body with a loud bang.

This blow caused both the old man and the monster to suffer a huge shock. The old man was shocked back a few steps by the monster's power, and the monster was also repelled by the sword light and took a few steps back. However, it soon rushed back to the old man.

The battle continues, and the old man and the monster compete fiercely on the forest paths. Their movements were swift and sharp in the darkness, each collision as if to break the silence of the space. The moonlight was a little brighter, and it seemed that the moon was also shining for their battle.

The old man knew the strength and tenacity of this monster. His sword leaves deep scars on the monster every time, but each time the wound heals instantly. He understands that there is only one chance to defeat this monster.

He concentrated, and the sword in his hand seemed to merge with him. He felt the strength, determination, and courage of his whole body condense on the tip of the sword. He waited for the monster to rush at him again.

When the monster rushes at him as he wishes, he suddenly jumps to the side, dodging the monster's attack. At the same time, he stabbed the sword in his hand like lightning into the monster's heart. The sword was like the light of dawn, illuminating the dark forest.

The tip of the sword pierced the monster's body accurately, and the old man felt the tip of the sword touch something soft and tough—the monster's internal organs. He pressed down hard, and the tip of the sword stabbed deeper into the monster's body.