"I'm even worse off. You've summoned one stronger than me, how could I possibly know? You should stop asking me."
Another Taoist priest quickly explained.
"That's right, that's right, I don't know either. It's my first time seeing this."
"Mmm, I've heard of it, but only heard about it. I haven't seen it with my own eyes. You should stop asking me, I don't know anything."
"And me, I've lived for nothing, but you haven't."
The remaining old Taoist priests stated their positions, and the final result was...
Total defeat. These self-proclaimed powerful sect leaders and their successors were no match for Zhou Lin.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin held up the red banner, watching the soldiers shift their positions. This was a battle formation.
He couldn't help but feel he was at a disadvantage and began to change his formation.
It's just an ancient general, who can't do this?
What's so great about it?
He refused to believe that a modern human couldn't defeat a monster.
Captain Lin watched the ghostly soldiers change formations and their varied attack methods, his shock evident.
As a captain, he understood strategic attacks to some extent, but not like Zhou Lin and his men.
This was a most archaic form of warfare, and what's more...
Wasn't Zhou Lin a novelist? How could he know all this?
"This is a battlefield formation from ancient times, isn't it? And when the command flag is waved, isn't he directing them?"
Although the Xuanxue sect wasn't composed of archaeology professors, they had seen such things before and knew something about ancient warfare.
However, in this situation, Zhou Lin held his ground and had the upper hand.
Speaking of which, would they be able to defeat these ghostly soldiers soon?
Captain Lin nodded slightly at the Xuanxue professor's words. As the two armies clashed, they began to hope for a swift end.
With the soldiers' movements, soon, the miscellaneous soldiers of the Ten Thousand Ghost King began to perish, their numbers dwindling.
Zhou Lin pressed his advantage, annihilating the ghostly soldiers without a trace.
Seeing his soldiers about to be slaughtered, the Ten Thousand Ghost King's face contorted. The dark aura around him surged, and he glared at Zhou Lin.
The Ten Thousand Ghost King, filled with rage, saw Zhou Lin's appearance and his fury intensified. His twelve hands condensed spheres of black mist, within which pulsed a scarlet light, resembling centipedes at first glance.
These black mist spheres gradually accumulated and grew larger.
Zhou Lin, seeing his ghostly soldiers successfully defeated, was about to recall them when he saw the Ten Thousand Ghost King hurl the mist from his hands.
The ghostly soldiers seemed to see something terrifying and tried to retreat, but it was too late. They could only watch as they were pulverized by the attack.
In a matter of seconds, Zhou Lin's ghostly soldiers vanished.
However, Zhou Lin maintained a cheerful demeanor, his nonchalant attitude infuriating the Ten Thousand Ghost King.
Zhou Lin then retracted his red banner and calmly faced the Ten Thousand Ghost King, his mind racing through electronic pages.
Seeing that there were still the inner cores of Xuanwu and Baihu, Zhou Lin decisively chose Baihu.
Xuanwu was unyielding, its armor difficult to penetrate, but its primary characteristic was forbearance.
Baihu was fierce. If this tiger's temper flared, it would leave its opponent seriously wounded, if not dead.
Baihu was the better choice.
"System, I want the Baihu inner core. I don't want to play with this guy anymore."
Zhou Lin's voice was firm.
[Ding, exchange successful.]
As soon as the system's voice faded, Zhou Lin felt a burning sensation throughout his body, a familiar feeling returning.
Zhou Lin gently flexed his muscles. With every movement, a tiger's roar echoed from him.
"Now it's your turn."
The Ten Thousand Ghost King saw Zhou Lin stand still. His twelve hands were covered in dense black energy, which grew larger and larger, even more so than before.
The centipedes within the black mist began to shriek.
Even with the auspicious "Dragon and Phoenix Auspiciousness," the Ten Thousand Ghost King was undeterred.
This black energy was accumulated yin energy from generations of Ten Thousand Ghost Kings, not easily broken.
"Professor Zhou Lin."
Captain Lin's eyes widened with anxiety upon seeing this. This black sphere was far more terrifying than any previous attack.
Captain Lin instinctively exclaimed.
The Xuanxue professor was equally tense but remained silent, watching how Zhou Lin would respond.
His hands, hanging at his sides, clenched into fists.
His palms were slick with sweat.
Seeing this, Zhou Lin opened his mouth, and a resolute roar erupted.
"Roar—"
Zhou Lin let out a mighty roar, and the entire space vibrated.
Captain Lin, the Xuanxue professor, and the mercenaries and archaeological team behind them widened their mouths, their eyes fixed on Zhou Lin, their hearts filled with tension.
Tang Lao, Professor Lin, and the mercenaries, who had fainted and were still asleep, all woke up upon hearing the tiger's roar.
They groggily looked towards the source of the sound. Behind Zhou Lin, a white tiger had appeared.
The white tiger's form grew behind Zhou Lin, its mouth agape, its fur white, its eyes sharp, and its teeth formidable.
"Tang Lao, am I still dreaming?"
Professor Lin, seeing the scene, looked at Tang Lao in disbelief and asked.
"We probably are, but I'm not dreaming either, because I'm seeing it too."
Tang Lao replied with a serious expression.
"Dreaming? Stop talking nonsense. This is real."
The Xuanxue professor interrupted their conversation. What time was it? They were still in the mood for idle chatter.
The other mercenaries and archaeological team members, witnessing this scene, all looked at Zhou Lin with tension.
The black mist sphere in the Ten Thousand Ghost King's hand was hurled towards Zhou Lin.
The white tiger behind Zhou Lin also charged forward, its white form rushing towards the black mist.
Then, a series of roars were heard.
The black energy was rapidly absorbed, and the Ten Thousand Ghost King's expression changed drastically.
He charged towards the mist opposite him.
A mysterious smile played on Zhou Lin's lips.