Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 283 - 235: Ghost-faced Drum, Red Bridal Sedan

Judge? Middle-aged man!

With his words, eight cultivators appeared in the void not far away, surrounding him.

These two really colluded, so there's no need to guess the identity of the Judge.

The Ox flew over with a grin, stepping on the human-faced sunflower, causing the Judge's eyebrows to furrow in displeasure.

"Why is there only one Ghost-faced Drum?"

This was far below his expectations, but as he looked down at the city and saw the pile of fallen figures, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then chuckle softly.

"You're all struggling in vain, hahaha!"

He could already predict what Han Yu's side did, but this only made the Judge laugh mockingly; if the Ghost Face Seed were so easily broken, how could it be considered a scheme?

Ghost-faced Drum?

Han Yu couldn't help but be moved, this group actually used human lives to cultivate so-called "magical treasures."

Before the Judge's mocking laughter had faded, the Ox leapt up, her petite figure landing behind the Ghost-faced Drum, the massive "drum" surface hiding her completely.

With one hand supporting its back, spiritual power continuously poured into it, causing drumming sounds to rise.

Han Yu inexplicably felt a sense of oppression, which was the feeling brought by the drums, dark and heavy.

The temporarily subdued people of White Emperor City, along with dozens of Mo Family members, climbed up from the ground, and even those knocked out by Ye Hei and Huangfu Liang in the corners also crawled up.

Various groups continuously gathered, gradually forming a crowd.

Finally, the area beneath the Ox standing in the air was densely packed.

She seemed quite satisfied; it looked like there were nearly a thousand people, enough to produce at least eight more Ghost-faced Drums.

However, she was in no hurry to act and instead smiled at Han Yu.

"Little brother, in this situation, if I ask you to hand over the stone, will you give it?"

Han Yu laughed in anger, "You threaten me with this group of strangers? Are you crazy, or am I?"

The Ox didn't think so, the heavy drumming suddenly quickened, like a rapid heartbeat.

The dense crowd below gradually fell into madness with the drumbeats.

Pairs of bloodshot eyes suddenly opened, and without any warning, they started biting those around them.

Han Yu first saw chaos, followed by a bloody scene.

This time, the parasitized crowd was obviously more aggressive than ever, each bite resulting in flying flesh and blood, with some even reaching into others to pull out and gnaw on intestines.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a wailing cry, one of the parasitized spat out the blood and meat from his mouth and knelt on the ground, his back where the human-faced sunflower was trying to break out.

Countless roots burst from his back, piercing through corpses and the living alike, leaving no living person within a foot of him.

As the bulge on his back grew, his clothes tore first, and the roots gradually developed into a stalk that lifted the person higher.

A new Ghost-faced Drum completely emerged and soared into the air, bursting out and swallowing its host, then absorbing the nutrients from the corpse to grow.

"Wretch, how dare you!"

Ling Wuce broke through the air and rushed forward, his old face twisted in horror.

Originally, he thought the opponent had only poisoned the city to hold them in check.

He never expected the opponent to be so ruthless, using flesh and blood to cultivate so-called magical treasures.

How dare they...

"After today, even if we have to empty and destroy the Fifth Tower, we shall have no rest until we die with you."

Ling Wuce gritted out.

The Ox and the Judge were fearless of threats, or rather, the opponent's words were seen as impotent roars.

The Judge smiled faintly, pointing at the crowd below with a teasing tone.

"Why don't you kill them, otherwise they'll not only keep attacking the living but continue providing us with power."

He suddenly anticipated what the Imperial Court's massacre of civilians would look like, and the more he thought about it, the more amusing it seemed.

If half the city were killed by the Imperial Court, once word spread, the rumored iron-clad dynasty might find itself in dire straits.

The Ox beckoned with her slender hand, and the new Ghost-faced Drum broke off its stalk and flew toward her.

With two drums in hand, the Ox's aura subtly changed.

"Her aura is rising?"

Ling Wuce's perception was sharp, and he immediately noticed, his face turning sour.

The thing grown from human lives could even enhance her power.

"If you won't act, then I will."

The Ox said with a smile, both drums sounded simultaneously, and that heavy feeling in Han Yu's heart grew stronger.

"Die!"

With a furious shout, fire dragons soared.

Four fire dragons branched out, first attacking the two drums from the left and right.

The Ox remained unmoved, gently striking with her hand, the two drums erupted in sound, like raindrops hitting the water, sending waves of sound.

The fire dragons lost their solidity in the sound waves, nearly disintegrating after several impacts.

"I'll do it!"

Ling Wuce threw a copper bowl, which transformed in the wind, resembling a large cauldron.

After emerging, the cauldron aimed to suppress one of the Ghost-faced Drums.

Seeing the overturned cauldron approaching, ready to suppress it, a swarm of ghost shadows swept across, flipping the cauldron away.

The Judge had acted!

A magical treasure flew from his sleeve, growing upon release into a red palanquin.

The ghost shadows were emerging from it continuously.

"Let me spar with you."

The Judge sneered, the palanquin turned swiftly, ghost shadows returning to act as bearers beneath it.

"A grown man playing with a bridal sedan chair! Do you really think you're a delicate little lady?"

Ling Wuce sneered. Though the world's magical treasures were bizarre, seeing a grown man with a bridal sedan chair was indeed a first in his life.

The Judge's face turned icy. He hated being mocked for this. It wasn't up to him to decide what magical treasures he used.

Besides, only this magical treasure could perfectly complement his cultivation technique.

No more words were necessary. Ling Wuce retracted the copper bowl, and another object flew out from his sleeve. It was the golden seal from that day. As the golden seal was thrown, it continued to grow larger, and the majestic mountain phantom on it began to faintly appear.

The Judge, with a cold face, flew forward quickly, then darted into the sedan chair.

Trying to disgust people?

Ling Wuce's mind raced, his face turning ashen, and he pressed the golden seal heavily onto the sedan chair.

At this moment, the curtain of the sedan chair moved, and countless ghost shadows shot up into the sky. The entire golden seal was heavily wrapped in black shadows and could no longer descend.

"Yin Soldiers, make way!"

The Judge's cold words came from inside the sedan chair, and ghost shadows emerged from behind the curtains, forming ranks and forming a military contingent almost a thousand in number. Their black, indistinct forms seemed neither human nor non-human, shadowy and somewhat grotesque.

"Kill!"

The shadowy figures shrieked sharply and charged forward.

Ling Wuce quickly retreated, patting his sleeve, and four copper coins flew out.

Origin, Prosperity, Benefit, Integrity!

After the four distinct copper coins flew out, Ling Wuce quickly formed a seal, and in an instant, they multiplied into thousands.

"Kill!"

For a moment, the copper coins shot like arrows, and after piercing through the ghost shadows, there was a series of wails.

In no time, the area was filled with ghostly wails, making the whole region reminiscent of the netherworld.

Seeing that he had the upper hand, Ling Wuce was about to strike hard, but just as he was calling back the copper coins, he suddenly lost contact with them.

It wasn't just a loss of contact; one of the copper coins had already corroded to just a few fragments before falling.

These ghost shadows can defile and corrode magical treasures!

Ling Wuce was startled!

Just as he was about to ready another magical treasure, he hurriedly put it back.

At this moment, the ghost shadows moved, charging towards him in droves. Ling Wuce, not daring to use another magical treasure, could only rely on his own spiritual power to fight back.

Mountain Wind Gu!

His spiritual power constructed a torrent of sand and a cyclone, which simultaneously smashed towards the ghost shadows. For a moment, the entire White Emperor City shook.

The momentum was grand, but the effect was negligible. After clearing the ghost shadows, he barely had time to catch his breath before a new batch of ghost shadows emerged from the sedan chair, even greater in number.

"Old fool, let's see if you can kill them all!"

The Judge's cold laughter echoed from inside the sedan chair.

Divine Techniques!

Another divine technique creation!

Ling Wuce felt a chill in his heart, suddenly finding it a headache.

This Corpse Refining Lineage really has so many divine technique creations. If everyone under them had one of these, who in the same realm could possibly deal with them?

Thinking of this, he still spoke defiantly.

"I still have sixty-three moves in my hand; I'm afraid you, this pampered young man, can't handle them."

"Looking for death!"

Ling Wuce successfully infuriated the Judge, and this time, a multitude of ghostly shadows, several times more than before, formed ranks and charged forward.

Underneath White Emperor City, another Ghost-faced Drum rose from the ground.

When Han Yu looked down, another hundred people had died, and the blood had already soaked through the entire street.

"They all died because of you."

The Ox covered her mouth and chuckled, but in this situation, the laughter sounded extraordinarily eerie.

"Don't listen to her. She's trying to confuse your mind."

The Artifact Spirit quickly reminded.

"I know."

Han Yu's face was ashen. Though his hands didn't move, the veins on them bulged.

"Qi Bai begged me to kill him at that time, but you, I absolutely won't let you die painlessly."

With the sound of a sonic boom, Han Yu's figure instantly disappeared, reappearing in front of the Ox, his Wind Thunder Heavy Fist striking down, yet it was stopped just before hitting.

Several thorny vines, bundled together like a rope, bound his waist and limbs, suspending him in mid-air.

Han Yu didn't even notice when the opponent planted them. Looking along the thorns, a clump of massive brambles then broke through the ground.

"I learned this from you, planting in advance."

The Ox sneered.

After speaking, three Ghost-faced Drums surrounded Han Yu, consistently beating, each thump heavier than the last.

Han Yu could even feel his Sea of Consciousness trembling, quickly looking over, and indeed the Artifact Spirit was swaying violently, leaning against the Dragon Blood Stone.

Ping was sturdier like it had taken root, steady as a mountain.

"These broken drums can attack the Sea of Consciousness, here to break your divine techniques."

Glass darkly jumped back up and spoke.

Goodness! Thorns to break the body, Ghost-faced Drums to break divine techniques, being so carefully targeted by a Transcendent Realm Cultivator, should one be happy or not?

The Ox was somewhat surprised too, not expecting that besides having a strong body, Han Yu's Sea of Consciousness was this solid as well.

Not convinced, she intensified the drumming of the Ghost-faced Drums so that now not just this area, but the entire White Emperor City could hear the thunderous drumbeats.

"Ah... bastard, kill her for me!"

Glass had only just stabilized when it was thrown into an even bigger shake, its small figure helplessly tossed up and down like a sandbag.

What to do? Han Yu's heart felt like it was about to jump out, agonizingly uncomfortable.