"Master, save me!"
Zhang Zheng shouted urgently, placing all his hope on the mysterious master at this moment.
As soon as he spoke,
A ball of yellow light suddenly illuminated, forming a protective film that enveloped him.
The poisonous gas was completely blocked, and he was no longer in danger.
"Thank you, master, for saving me."
Zhang Zheng bowed respectfully towards the distance, his eyes filled with even greater gratitude.
He had originally intended to help the master, but instead, he became a burden, his face flushing with shame.
The yellow talisman in his embrace was one less.
Fortunately, Ji Mo had given him a few talismans for protection, otherwise, he would have died countless times.
Ji Mo, who had intended to leave, found that everything around him had changed before he could exit the dark forest.
Gray mist enveloped everything, and the surroundings were pitch black.
A strange gas continuously erupted from underground, with a pungent odor that made him very uncomfortable.
In such an environment, Ji Mo found himself lost, even losing his sense of direction.
He regretted not listening to his good brother's advice and insisting on joining the fun. Now he was in deep trouble.
Outside,
The surging ghostly energy and the changes in the dark forest attracted the attention of many Spirit Emperors.
"This is the domain of the Nine Nether Ancestor, the Unending Purgatory! Who is it that has provoked him to the point of using this move?"
"Whoever it is, they are likely doomed. Under this domain, the Nine Nether Ancestor is almost invincible in the Emperor realm."
"That person is also an idiot for venturing into the Nine Nether Ancestor's territory. It's no different from seeking death."
The Spirit Emperors watched the movements of the dark forest, all of them holding no hope for the person who dared to offend the Nine Nether Ancestor, believing they were surely dead.
The Nine Nether Ancestor was fighting on his home turf, and with the advantage of the domain, few in the Emperor realm could fight him one-on-one.
Moreover, even if one could win, it would be useless. The Nine Nether Ancestor was immortal. Even the exceptionally talented White Emperor could only seal him.
Therefore, anyone who caused trouble for the Nine Nether Ancestor was a complete fool.
"Ji Mo, I'll play a game of cat and mouse with you, letting you die in despair."
After deploying his domain and trapping Ji Mo, the Nine Nether Ancestor felt much more relaxed.
Within the domain, his strength greatly increased, while his opponent could not replenish their spiritual energy from heaven and earth, ultimately leading to defeat.
With a thought, he had already detected Ji Mo's location and immediately commanded a large number of drought zombies to attack.
First, he would let the drought zombies deplete Ji Mo's strength, allowing him to slowly fall into despair, and then effortlessly capture him, drain his blood, and devour his soul.
The Nine Nether Ancestor was an expert at playing with people's minds.
And he was full of confidence, already envisioning Ji Mo's tragic end.
Ji Mo soon encountered danger. Several drought zombies nearby discovered him first and immediately launched an attack.
Drawing his chopping knife, Ji Mo showed no fear, advancing instead of retreating.
In his eyes, the movements of these black-haired zombies were too slow to pose any threat. A single strike would be enough to easily deal with them.
Several cold glints flashed.
These drought zombies were then torn into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Immediately after, drought zombies continued to swarm towards Ji Mo, and their numbers grew.
Beside Ji Mo, piles of corpses began to accumulate.
Within half an hour, the bodies of the drought zombies had formed a small mountain.
A fine layer of sweat beaded on Ji Mo's forehead, and his arm was beginning to ache. He wondered why there were so many zombies, and why they all seemed to be rushing towards him.
"It seems there's a big one hidden in the shadows. Only by killing it can this all end."
Ji Mo quickly grasped the crucial point.
Just like in games, when there were endless minor enemies, they would only disappear after the boss was killed.
The current situation, in his eyes, was like playing a game and clearing a dungeon, which piqued his interest.
"Alright, I finally know where you're hiding."
Ji Mo continued to kill drought zombies while calculating with his fingers, finally getting a clue.
Indeed, having many skills was never a burden; it was useful at critical moments.
He began to advance towards the location of the ancient tomb.
"Ji Mo, you do have some skill, to have found my hiding place. But I have a full ten thousand drought zombies. I don't believe I can't wear you down. I'll let you experience what despair is."
The Nine Nether Ancestor no longer hid. His terrifying aura was unleashed without reservation, and he commanded the remaining drought zombies to attack Ji Mo with all their might.
The drought zombies roared to the sky, their fangs growing, their bodies doubling in size, and their bodies exuding a bloody and violent aura as they surged towards Ji Mo like a tidal wave.
"The master has begun his confrontation with the Nine Nether Ancestor!"
Zhang Zheng saw that all the drought zombies nearby ignored him and rushed in the same direction, making an accurate guess.
He knew his own strength was weak, but he was unwilling to let the master fight desperately on the front lines while he did nothing. Thus, he also charged in that direction.
Even if it meant being cannon fodder for the master, he was willing.
"So many zombies!"
Ji Mo didn't know how many he had cut down. His arms were completely numb, and he couldn't hold onto his chopping knife, which was knocked away by a drought zombie.
He was also thrown around, falling to the ground.
Instantly, countless drought zombies lunged at him.
Then,
A brilliant burst of yellow light erupted.
In an instant, all the drought zombies within a ten-meter radius turned to ashes.
"Know the power of my Maoshan Dao Talismans."
Ji Mo, covered in dust, scattered yellow talismans from his hand, causing the surrounding drought zombies to explode one after another.
He dared not hesitate, using the talismans to clear a path and advance rapidly.
Wherever he passed, the drought zombies could not resist and turned into piles of ash.
The Nine Nether Ancestor, sensing all of this, was stunned!
What kind of technique was this? His army of drought zombies was so easily annihilated. This was not something an ordinary Spirit Emperor could do.
And what was this Maoshan?
How had he never heard of it? Could it be some hidden super sect?
What exactly were Dao Talismans?
To use "Dao" in their name, what arrogance. But their power was truly astonishing!
What made the Nine Nether Ancestor even more upset was that his ten thousand drought zombies had served no purpose, being ruthlessly slaughtered by Ji Mo.
He had thought the drought zombies could easily wear Ji Mo down, but they were no match for him.
"What is this Ji Mo's background?"
The Nine Nether Ancestor began to panic, feeling a sense of fear.
He wondered if he should flee and lie low.
But his inherent pride wouldn't allow it. He hadn't fled when facing the White Emperor back then, and if he ran away now from an unknown nobody, wouldn't he be ridiculed by the world?
"Ji Mo, don't get cocky. Without the drought zombies, I can still kill you easily. I am immortal, and you have no chance of winning."
The Nine Nether Ancestor made up his mind and decided to test Ji Mo's mettle himself.