allonlinenovel Chapter 268 Grove
Chapter 268 Grove
Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er suppressed their nausea, their brows furrowed, and looked closely. In the stone coffin lay a shriveled, barely recognizable corpse. The body seemed to have endured countless ages; the skin clung tightly to the bones, a terrifying dark gray, like a piece of decaying wood. The corpse was crawling with countless unknown insects, wriggling and twisting, their bodies contorting and rustling softly, sending chills down their spines.
"What is this thing?" Dongfang Wan'er couldn't help but ask in surprise, her voice filled with undisguised fear and confusion. Her eyes were filled with terror, and her body trembled slightly.
Ye Jiuchen's expression was solemn, his gaze fixed on the strange corpse. His eyes, which were like a deep lake, were now rippling with emotion because of this eerie sight. He said in a deep voice, "Be careful, there might be a trap."
Before the words were even finished, the previously motionless corpse suddenly began to move violently, sitting up straight without warning. An eerie, ghostly blue light flickered in its empty eye sockets, as if driven by an evil force. The light was cold and mysterious, like will-o'-the-wisps from hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er couldn't help but gasp. They knew in their hearts that an even more difficult and dangerous battle was about to begin. Their hearts raced involuntarily, their bodies tensed slightly, preparing to face the unknown challenge ahead, as if they were in the eye of a storm, the surrounding air heavy and tense.
Ye Jiuchen moved with lightning speed. In the instant the danger appeared, his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles swiftly reached for his waist, and with a gentle grasp, the soft sword was already in his hand. In a flash, he drew the sword, its blade like a cold star streaking across the night sky, its chilling light flashing past, the cold sword aura seeming to freeze the surrounding air. He slightly turned to the side, closer to Dongfang Wan'er, lowered his voice, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Wan'er, step back first, find an opportunity to seal the surrounding acupoints, don't let this evil creature escape." Dongfang Wan'er understood, nodded slightly, her black hair swaying slightly. She took a deep breath, tightly gripping the silver needle in her hand, the needle trembling slightly at her fingertips, as if sensing the tense atmosphere. Then, she moved gracefully, each step extremely cautious, slowly retreating, her gaze fixed on the strange corpse.
Without warning, the corpse suddenly opened its mouth wide, as if to devour the entire world. Immediately afterward, a piercing, ear-piercing scream erupted from its mouth, like an incredibly sharp thorn stabbing straight into everyone's eardrums, causing a ringing in their ears, agitation, and a tremor in their very souls. At the same time, a jet-black aura, like an evil dragon from the depths of hell, lunged fiercely at Ye Jiuchen. Ye Jiuchen's eyes sharpened; his gaze was like a deep, icy pool, yet in this critical moment, it revealed calmness and decisiveness. His figure flashed like a ghost, his speed reaching its peak, his entire being seemingly becoming a phantom, easily dodging the oncoming attack. However, he didn't stop; almost simultaneously with the dodge, he swung his sword to strike at the aura. The soft sword drew a graceful arc in the air, its blade colliding with the black aura and emitting a soft hissing sound. Surprisingly, the aura seemed to have a tangible form; though it was dispersed, it instantly reformed, as if possessing a self-healing magic, and once again menacingly attacked Ye Jiuchen.
At this critical moment, Dongfang Wan'er focused intently, her gaze fixed on the acupoints around the stone coffin, her eyes as precise as an eagle locking onto its prey. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the silver needles she gripped flew out like arrows released from a bow. The needles shimmered in the air, like streaks of silver lightning, accurately piercing the acupoints around the stone coffin. In an instant, a faint golden light flashed, like the first ray of dawn piercing through the clouds. Though weak, it carried a mysterious and powerful force, temporarily trapping the gruesome corpse. The corpse struggled and writhed wildly within the golden light, emitting muffled and terrifying roars that rippled through the surrounding air, seemingly trying to break free from the golden light's restraint.
Seeing an opportunity, Ye Jiuchen immediately mobilized all his inner strength, channeling it into the sword tip like a surging tide. At that moment, the sword tip shone brightly, dazzling and brilliant, like a star about to explode. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, like a cheetah charging at its prey, plunging the sword tip, imbued with powerful inner force, fiercely into the corpse's brow. A piercing scream tore through the air, echoing throughout the ancient tomb, sending chills down everyone's spine. As the scream continued, the eerie blue light gradually dissipated, like a will-o'-the-wisp about to be extinguished, slowly fading away. The corpse slowly collapsed with a muffled thud, the insects and ants on its body, as if losing their protection, scattering in panic, retreating like a receding tide, creating a chilling rustling sound. Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, their chests heaving. They exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting the lingering fear and apprehension. But they knew the danger within the ancient tomb was not entirely over. Deep within this mysterious and unpredictable tomb, perhaps even more unknowns and challenges awaited them. Ye Jiuchen moved with agility, like a cheetah instantly alert to the sudden danger. His long, slender fingers, with their distinct knuckles, moved with the swiftness of a snake, quickly reaching for his waist. With a gentle grip, the soft sword was already in his hand. In an instant, he drew the sword, its blade flashing like a shooting star in the dark night, its cold light piercing the air. The chilling sword aura seemed to freeze the surrounding air, as if time itself had paused for a brief moment at the instant the sword was drawn. He turned slightly, closer to Dongfang Wan'er, and lowered his voice, his tone gentle yet undeniably authoritative: "Wan'er, step back and find an opportunity to seal the surrounding acupoints. Don't let this evil creature escape." Dongfang Wan'er understood, nodding slightly, her black hair swaying gently, a few strands brushing against her fair cheek. She took a deep breath, gripping the silver needle tightly in her hand. The needle trembled slightly at her fingertips, as if sensing the tense atmosphere, resonating with her heartbeat.