Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 826 - 639 Evil Spirit’s Flaw + - 640 Spirit Sword Master

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The forest path was dim and chilly.

Carriages followed closely, moving at a leisurely pace.

Every now and then, eerie, mournful howls echoed from the woods on either side. No one could tell which birds or beasts made the sound, but it sent shivers down their spines.

"Are there ambushes ahead?"

Mr. Yu broke the silence with his question.

The Protector leader, Zhang Bai, hurriedly returned, wiping the cold sweat from his face and panting heavily as he replied, "There’s no ambush ahead, but... there’s something strange about this forest. It feels unnervingly cold. We must pass through quickly and not linger."

With weathered features and about fifty years of age, Zhang Bai had once been an escort in his youth, traveling across Jianghu far and wide.

After his escort agency was disbanded, he found himself with nowhere to go. Out of gratitude for a great favor from the Southern Lake’s Zhao Family, he pledged his loyalty to them, serving for nearly two decades.

Over the journey, he relied on his Jianghu experience to handle various troubles, saving the group much effort.

His judgments were widely respected.

"No need to scout ahead; it’s here. Everyone, prepare for battle."

Zhou Ping’an’s heart stirred.

He sensed a faint wave of danger.

In his ears, he caught a peculiar breathing sound, like someone gasping erratically in the middle of the night, accompanied by a faint rasping, carrying a hint of bloodthirst.

"Halt the carriages! Form a defensive formation."

The moment Zhou Ping’an issued the command, everyone’s expressions turned grim.

Ahead lay an open area. The house servants and Protectors ignored the brambles, stepping into their respective positions to form a tight formation, weapons at the ready.

The Yin Yang Sword and Four Seasons Saber experts leapt forward, swiftly moving to the left-front flank.

By this point, there was no need for Zhou Ping’an to issue further warnings—everyone had noticed something amiss.

On the cliff ahead, a few massive trees, thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around, came crashing down toward the carriage array with a thunderous roar.

"Block them!"

Mr. Yu let out a hoarse yell, grabbing a steel spear with a reverse grip. With one leaping stride, he swung it in an arc, striking the falling tree trunk with a resounding thud.

Boom...

He staggered back over ten steps, a flush of red appearing on his face—clearly suffering from the impact.

The force behind the falling tree was immense, almost unbearable.

Thankfully, his powerful strike deflected the tree trunk’s trajectory, causing it to crash into an open space nearby and leaving a shallow crater in the ground.

The other experts also showcased their abilities.

One by one, they intercepted and deflected seven or eight massive trees hurtling toward the group.

Before anyone could catch their breath, two huge figures leaped down from the cliff. Peng Qiuyan couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, "Corpse demons of the Evil Spirit Sect—how could such creatures be here blocking our path?!"

Her voice trembled faintly.

Clearly, she recognized the two enormous, dark figures attacking them.

Zhou Ping’an already had his longbow in hand. With a quick motion, three long arrows appeared between his fingers seemingly out of nowhere.

Twang...

The bow was half-drawn.

The arrows transformed into streaks of light, striking the towering monsters charging toward them.

Thud, thud, thud...

Three arrows found their mark.

One monster to the left, with a grotesque blue face and fangs, took two arrows straight to its face. The shafts buried deep into its flesh, down to the vanes.

The monster on the right had an arrow pierce clean through its brow, leaving a gaping hole.

Yet, the two grotesque, pitch-black, deformed monsters seemed unfazed, continuing their charge as if nothing had happened.

The arrows through their heads were no different from arrows embedded in wood—they seemed to have no significant effect.

Finally, Zhou Ping’an understood what had everyone so alarmed.

These creatures couldn’t be killed by conventional means.

They possessed immense strength.

With each movement, they seemed to exert a force of three to four thousand pounds.

Zhou Ping’an even speculated that in terms of raw power, these two monsters might be slightly stronger than him.

"Strength corresponds to size"—this was one of the immutable rules of the world.

They felt no pain, their strength was overwhelming, and their savage attacks were causing even the Four Seasons Saber and Yin Yang Sword experts to struggle and retreat in disarray.

Though their martial arts skills were exceptional, the monsters didn’t rely on martial techniques either. They didn’t even bother dodging attacks from swords or sabers slashing at them.

Blade and sword strikes left holes in their bodies, but they didn’t seem to care.

Anyone who came into contact with their massive, clawed hands or bodies was sent flying, coughing up blood.

Moreover, these two corpse demons weren’t entirely devoid of intelligence—they deliberately targeted the densely-packed carriages, aiming straight for the eight Zhao Family youths among the group.

"It’s the Demon Path sorcerer of the Evil Spirit Sect controlling them. Unless we kill the sorcerer, these corpse demons can’t be destroyed," Peng Qiuyan shouted.

It was in this chaotic moment that Peng Qiuyan, among all of them, remained the most clear-minded. In a flash, she deduced the key to resolving their predicament.

Suppressing his internal injuries, Mr. Yu charged forward again, shouting, "We’ll hold the monsters off with our lives! Sir, please find and eliminate the sorcerer quickly—otherwise, this will become a death trap!"

A death trap it might not necessarily be.

But as their strength waned, the casualties within the caravan would surely increase. Protecting the eight children would become an unattainable dream.

’To think such creatures exist... It seems this world merely suppresses force levels, not the variety and types of power,’ Zhou Ping’an thought to himself.

After testing with three arrows, he ceased his shooting.

Though his Heavenly Eye was constrained and couldn’t be used,

his insights from the Minute Boundary Third Realm remained intact.

With just a few glances, Zhou Ping’an discerned something crucial.

These towering, corpse-like monsters, resembling ghouls more than living beings, had no true weak points—not in their heads, not in their hearts.

In fact, their entire bodies seemed devoid of any vital spots.

Even if their heads were severed and their bodies hacked to pieces, it would likely be futile.

This was because the creatures could regenerate.

Zhou Ping’an noticed the gaping hole in the head of the monster on the right was already closing up.

The wounds on the monster to the left, pierced by two feather arrows, had also healed. The arrows had assimilated into its body, becoming part of it.

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