Suddenly, a pale and huge hand burst out of the ground, like a sign of death torn from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, more hands emerged from the ground all around, like evil spirits escaping from hell.
These hands belong to desiccated corpses, and they are joined together by unknown forces to form a terrifying monster.
The corpse's skin was grayish-grey, and its eyes shone with a cold light.
Muscles and blood vessels protrude under the skin, looking abnormally twisted and ferocious. Its body continuously draws life force from the corpses around it, giving it endless power.
The corpse-bound monster began to violently shake the hillock, like a giant prairie dog, uprooting the surrounding trees.
It let out a thunderous roar, the sound was like the declaration of death, and the entire forest fell into deathly silence.
It broke through the soil, revealing more bodies.
Although these corpses are dead, their eyes still sparkle with the desire for life and death. They appear to be seeking vengeance, exacting vengeance on those responsible for their deaths.
The monster, made of corpses, began to unleash devastating blows on the surrounding forest.
Trees were uprooted, rocks were shattered, and its eyes were filled with endless resentment and evil.
They were corpses, corpses held together by unknown forces.
Each corpse was once a living thing, but now it was tortured into horrific shapes.
The bones are twisted, the muscles are ferocious, and the last pain and fear are solidified on the skin.
They are no longer humans, but monsters manipulated by vicious curses and evil forces.
Mud flew as they struggled, and stone shattered under their impact.
The moment they broke out of the ground, they seemed to be messengers of death, bringing endless terror and despair.
The corpse monster's eyes flashed with an icy cold light, as if announcing an impending disaster.
Their bodies are twisted, as if they are enduring the final pain, yet they move in a strange way, as if they are dancing a dance of death.
With violent shaking and frightened screams, they struggled out of the soil and set foot on the long-lost land.
Although their movements are clumsy, they are full of power, as if they are the embodiment of death, bringing endless fear and destruction.
The old man in yellow robes has perseverance and wisdom in his eyes.
He held an ancient mahogany sword in his hand, the tip of the sword facing the evil spirit in front of him.
The Taoist priest waved the mahogany sword behind the evil spirit, and the tip of the sword cut through the air, making a sharp sound.
His movements are vigorous and powerful, and every sword dance will leave deep scars on the evil spirit's body.
Lei Shan stood steadily on the side, throwing out yellow talismans in his hand. The yellow talismans instantly turned into flames in the air, surrounding the evil spirit like bees.
The firelight illuminated the monster in full view.
He looks like a human, but his skin is like the dark side of the moon, dull and wrinkled with age and pain.
Its eyes are like abyss, swallowing up all the light, as if even the moonlight cannot penetrate the darkness. Its hands are long and thin, like ghost claws that have just been stretched out from the stone tomb. The nails are longer than the fingers, and the tips are sharp. Must be like a knife.
The corpse's skin was a disgusting gray-green color, covered with rotten spots, as if covered with a layer of rotting moss.
Some parts had clearly rotted away, exposing muscle and bone underneath.
Other parts, like newly abandoned waste, still retain a hint of the original corpse color.
This contrast makes the body look even more horrific, as if death and decay coexist within it.
Its eyes have lost their light and turned into deep black holes, staring blankly into the endless darkness.
There seems to be an eternal, cruel mockery hanging on the corner of its mouth, which is unbearable.
On the neck, a deep wound cut open its skin, exposing the bones and tendons underneath.
The body's limbs were also twisted and reorganized into a completely unnatural posture.
One arm reaches toward the sky, as if seeking salvation; the other arm stretches downward, holding a rusty sword. The legs were twisted, as if they were still struggling in the last moments of pain.
The entire monster exuded a suffocating stench, a mixture of death, corruption, and blood that made it impossible to breathe. Every piece of meat and every bone seems to be telling a tragic story that is unbearable to watch.
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 sword into his body, strengthening his muscles and activating his cells.
He began to walk towards the monster, each step being steady and powerful, as if he was playing a magnificent war song.
The monster felt the old man's approach. It raised its head and revealed its ferocious 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 quickly in the darkness, like a giant snake leaping out of the darkness.
The old man did not dodge. He straightened up his sword, took a deep breath, and concentrated all his strength on the tip of the sword. He shouted and swung his sword as the monster rushed in front of him. The sword light drew a bright arc in the darkness and collided with the monster's body, making a loud noise.
This blow caused a huge shock to both the old man and the monster. The old man was knocked 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 towards the old man.
The battle continued, and the old man and the monster fought fiercely on the forest paths. Their movements were fast and sharp in the darkness, and every collision seemed to break the silence of the space. The moonlight became a little brighter, and it seemed that the moon was also lighting up their battle.
The old man knew the strength and tenacity of this monster. His sword leaves deep wounds on the monster every time, but each wound heals instantly. He knew that he had only one chance to defeat this monster.
He concentrated his energy, and the sword in his hand seemed to be integrated with him. He felt all the strength, determination and courage in his body condense on the tip of the sword. He waited for the monster to charge at him again.
When the monster rushed towards him as he expected, he suddenly jumped to the side to avoid the monster's attack. At the same time, he pierced the monster's heart with the sword in his hand like lightning. This sword was like the light of dawn, illuminating the dark forest.
The tip of the sword penetrated the monster's body accurately, and the old man felt that the tip of the sword touched something soft and tough - the monster's internal organs. He pressed down hard, and the tip of the sword penetrated deeper into the monster's body.
