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On the massive floating island, ruins were scattered everywhere, and a faint trace of thunder energy permeated the air. Yet, within this vast domain, there was no sign of life—only a dead silence, as if the entire place had long been abandoned.
What appeared before Mo Yu and his group was a grand temple complex, standing atop the enormous Thunder Island. Despite its ruined state, the sheer scale of the architecture still hinted at the majestic and awe-inspiring sight it must have been in its prime.
"Prison Lord, this is the closest Thunder Island to us. It seems to have been a base for one of the halls of the Ancient Thunder Palace. I'm not sure if any treasures remain," a black-robed elder respectfully said as he approached Mo Yu.
This elder was known as Xuan Luo, a well-known peak Ninth-Grade Supreme from the Blood Rock Realm. He had always been a solitary and proud figure, preferring to act alone.
However, after the establishment of the Thunder Prison, he had been drawn into its ranks. Having personally witnessed Mo Yu's overwhelming power, he had since sworn his loyalty.
As for the Thunder Island beneath their feet, it was likely the very base Xuan Luo had mentioned—a former outpost of one of the halls of the Ancient Thunder Palace.
From what Mo Yu knew, during its peak, the Ancient Thunder Palace had nine major halls under its command. These halls were immensely powerful and together formed the legendary Ancient Thunder Palace.
In fact, each hall alone was strong enough to be considered a formidable faction in the Great Thousand World. After all, each of the nine hall masters was a Heavenly Supreme-level powerhouse, a testament to the terrifying might of the Ancient Thunder Palace.
With these thoughts in mind, Mo Yu gave a slight nod to Xuan Luo before shifting his gaze forward.
The entire land before them was gray and lifeless, exuding an aura of decay. The ancient and desolate atmosphere hanging in the air made it clear that no signs of life had been present here for a very long time.
Mo Yu chuckled and said, "Let's go. A Thunder Island of this scale should have something worth looking for."
With that, he was the first to take off. His speed was deliberately slowed as he traversed the ruins, his gaze constantly scanning the crumbling temple structures below.
As they advanced, Mo Yu noticed many traces of past battles. It was clear that a great conflict—perhaps even a full-scale war—had once erupted here.
Shaking his head, Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh. Even an entity as powerful as the Ancient Thunder Palace had met its demise. The threat of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan was truly terrifying.
Beside him, Qing Yanjing's delicate face was also tinged with seriousness. As a member of the Ancient Clans, she understood better than most the terror of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan—beings capable of effortlessly wiping out entire Ancient Clans.
"Prison Lord, look ahead!"
As Mo Yu was lost in thought, Xuan Luo suddenly spoke up. He pointed forward, toward a dilapidated plaza amid the ruins, where faint silhouettes could be seen.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed as he immediately warned his group to stay cautious. His pace slowed, and he eventually came to a halt in mid-air above the broken plaza.
Upon closer inspection, Mo Yu saw that nearly a thousand figures were seated within the vast and ruined plaza. However, these figures had long lost all traces of life. Their bodies were covered in dust, shriveled and withered like dried corpses.
"Prison Lord, there are people behind us."
Xuan Luo suddenly glanced back, where the sound of wind-breaking indicated the arrival of more individuals. Clearly, other experts were beginning to make their way into this ancient domain.
The whistling winds grew louder, and within just a dozen breaths, over a hundred figures arrived. They, too, were drawn to the eerie scene and halted not far from Mo Yu.
These newcomers first cast a wary glance at Mo Yu before turning their attention to the plaza. Their expressions flickered with shock as they took in the strange sight. Although they didn't know what had happened here, it was evidently something extraordinary.
"Tch, just some dead bodies. What's there to be so surprised about?"
Among the crowd, someone scoffed impatiently and waved his sleeve. A gust of wind surged forth, sweeping across the plaza. The instant the wind touched those thousand seated figures, they disintegrated into dust and vanished into the air.
"Tsk, not a single treasure."
Some experts clicked their tongues in disappointment upon seeing the now-empty plaza.
"Eh? There are still corpses left!"
Just as some were about to leave, a startled voice rang out. At the far end of the plaza, seven withered figures remained seated, completely unaffected by the earlier gust of wind. Despite the passage of countless years, their bodies had not decayed.
"There must be treasures!"
Eyes instantly lit up with greed. The fact that these bodies had withstood the erosion of time meant that their owners had been extraordinarily powerful in life. If they still had any treasures on them, they would be extremely valuable.
Driven by greed, over a dozen figures immediately shot forward, aiming to seize whatever was left on those seven corpses.
Mo Yu, however, kept his gaze firmly locked onto the seven withered figures. A sense of unease flickered in his heart. His eyes narrowed as he waved his hand, signaling his group to retreat.
Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes gleamed with caution, as she, too, seemed to sense something amiss. Without hesitation, she followed Mo Yu's retreat. Xuan Luo and the others, naturally, dared not disobey his command.
Boom!
Just as Mo Yu and his group rapidly retreated, the seven shriveled figures in the plaza suddenly opened their sunken eyes. Evil, chilling black flames flickered within their pupils before erupting outward.
Ah!
The dozen experts who had rushed forward were instantly engulfed in the black flames. Their bodies turned to ashes within moments, their agonized screams echoing through the ruins.
Boom!
The seven withered figures slowly stood up. Evil black flames spread outward, and as they lifted their heads, their eyes locked onto the hundred or so stunned experts before them...
A terrifying wave of black flames suddenly swept across the plaza. The chilling, malevolent aura caused the surrounding temperature to plummet.
"Retreat!"
Seeing these seven figures rise, Mo Yu's expression changed slightly as he shouted a warning before swiftly retreating.
There was no doubt—these seven shriveled figures had been corrupted by the evil energy of the Extraterritorial Evil Clan, turning them into Evil Corpses.
From Mo Yu's observation, these seven had been Earthly Supreme-level powerhouses in life. Even though their consciousness had long been eroded by the Extraterritorial Evil Clan's corruption, their physical bodies remained terrifyingly strong. Even now, their power could rival Half-Step Earthly Supremes.
Although Mo Yu possessed the Storm Mechanical Beast, recklessly activating it before reaching the Thunder Realm could risk causing a spatial collapse.
Roar!
As Mo Yu and his group rapidly retreated, the seven Evil Corpses' eyes burned with sinister black flames. Without hesitation, they lunged forward, their malevolent energy sweeping across the area.
Ah!
Miserable screams echoed as more than a dozen Ninth-Grade Supreme experts were engulfed. Before they could even put up a fight, their bodies crumbled into ashes.
The surrounding experts watched in horror, their eyes flickering with fear.
"Don't be afraid! These desiccated corpses have condensed the spiritual energy they cultivated in life into Spirit Silence Pills. If we can obtain them, they'll be of immense help in reaching the Earthly Supreme realm!"
"They may be strong, but we have the numbers! If we work together, we can definitely take them down!"
As some hesitated, intimidated by the overwhelming aura of the corpses, a voice suddenly rang out—filled with undisguised greed.
"Spirit Silence Pills?!"
The moment those words were spoken, an uproar spread among the assembled powerhouses. Many eyes gleamed with red light, their fear rapidly fading, replaced by unbridled desire.
Everyone who had come to the Ancient Thunder Palace was an elite from the Heavenly Thunder Continent, accustomed to bloodshed and battle. Now, with a treasure of this magnitude within reach, their earlier apprehension melted away.
"Let's attack together!"
A resolute voice broke the tension, and soon, more and more powerhouses echoed the sentiment. Towering spiritual energy erupted into the air, while hands gripped formidable Quasi-Saint Artifacts, their radiance flashing ominously.
Judging from the scene, they were preparing to rely on sheer numbers to overwhelm these terrifying corpses.
"Idiots."
Mo Yu sneered as he watched the unfolding spectacle. Without a true Earthly Supreme to lead them, these corpses were the most untouchable existence in this space.
"They're all dead…"
Xuan Luo glanced back, his expression grim. In the distant sky, black flames roared—over a hundred powerhouses had been instantly incinerated into ashes.
"These corrupted corpses have been tainted by the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan. Unless their bodies are completely destroyed, they cannot be eliminated." Beside him, Qing Yanjing's lips pressed together as she spoke in a solemn tone.
Hearing this, Mo Yu nodded. He was indeed tempted by the Spirit Silence Pills, but he knew that preserving his life was far more important.
"Let's go." Mo Yu said decisively, picking up speed—those things were simply too dangerous.
"Prison Lord, they're following us!"
Suddenly, Xuan Luo's expression changed, his voice filled with urgency.
"What?!"
Mo Yu's pupils contracted. He swiftly turned his head and saw seven withered figures emerging from the sea of black flames in the distance. Without hesitation, they turned into streaks of darkness, charging toward him.
"It's because of the Silver Tower. It seems to be an extremely important relic within the Ancient Thunder Palace. Even though these corpses have fallen, their obsession with it remains." Qing Yanjing analyzed calmly.
Mo Yu scowled. Damn it, this is troublesome. The Silver Tower was the key to the palace's treasures and inheritance—there was no way he and Qing Yanjing could afford to abandon it just to escape these corpses.
"Run!"
Mo Yu exchanged a glance with Qing Yanjing before swiftly darting away. First, they had to see if they could shake them off.
The Thunder Island was filled with treasure hunters, and if Mo Yu's group expended too much energy dealing with these creatures, they would be vulnerable to opportunists lurking in the shadows.
Qing Yanjing nodded. She was well aware of how terrifying these undead figures were—avoiding conflict was the best option.
Their figures streaked across the sky, leaving behind radiant afterimages as they sped away. Behind them, black flames surged as the seven withered figures pursued relentlessly.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The chase continued for over ten minutes, and Mo Yu's expression darkened. No matter how fast they fled, the corpses showed no signs of giving up—if anything, they were closing in.
Along the way, Mo Yu encountered other elite teams from major forces. However, upon seeing the terrifying figures in pursuit, they immediately retreated, their eyes filled with schadenfreude as they watched Mo Yu's predicament unfold.
Mo Yu didn't even bother hoping for their help. These bastards wouldn't stab me in the back if I were lucky. As for them lending a hand? Forget it.
If he wanted to resolve this crisis, he could only rely on himself.
His mind raced through potential solutions when Qing Yanjing suddenly spoke.
"These corpses won't stop chasing us. Our only option is to destroy them."
Mo Yu's gaze flickered. "You have a plan?"
"The only thing controlling them is the Evil Qi within their bodies. If we remove the Evil Qi, they will collapse on their own."
"Evil Qi is an extremely sinister power, difficult to eradicate. However, I possess a spirit array specifically designed to counter the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan. It can suppress and purify them!" Qing Yanjing smiled confidently.
"Oh? A formation specialized in dealing with the Evil Clan…" Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
This is what true heritage looks like. The power of an Ancient Clan!
"But while the formation can purge the Evil Qi and suppress them to the Ninth-Grade Supreme level, someone still needs to enter and completely destroy their bodies. Otherwise, the plan will fail. And due to the formation's nature, only one person can enter." Qing Yanjing explained.
Mo Yu's eyes narrowed. One person taking on seven Ninth-Grade Supreme corpses?
"I'll do it."
Though he had his reservations, Mo Yu quickly nodded. Among them, only he had the strength for this task.
"Xuan Luo, keep watch. I'll be handling things with Lady Ling Jing." Mo Yu glanced at the approaching corpses and spoke calmly.
"Understood!"
Xuan Luo nodded firmly, and the fifteen elite guards took up defensive positions, scanning the surroundings warily.
Qing Yanjing soared through the air and landed atop a dilapidated mountain peak. The moment she touched down, her delicate hands formed an intricate series of seals before pressing against the ground.
"Extinction Evil Formation!"
With her delicate cry, a radiant formation erupted from her fingertips, devouring vast amounts of spiritual energy. The formation expanded instantly, stretching across hundreds of meters, its luminous barriers sealing off the space.
As the formation took shape, the seven withered figures—bathed in raging black flames—charged directly into its center.
"Now… it's time to swap roles between the hunter and the prey."
Mo Yu smirked coldly as he gazed at the trapped figures, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.
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