After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1365

"You scoundrel! I'll curse your entire Long family lineage for eighteen generations!"

On the black iron warship, the bearded cultivator's eyes were bloodshot. He slammed his fist against the ship's side, sending splinters flying. The cultivators behind him erupted in chaos, their curses and shouts mingling together, yet unable to break through the cold barrier.

The old man of the Dragon Clan curled his lips into a cruel smile and waved his hand.

The crimson lightning on the inner wall of the barrier suddenly surged, and several arcs of electricity struck the ground. The sparks that flew up scorched the hem of a cultivator's clothes, instantly burning a charred hole in it.

"Go ahead and curse, curse all you want." His voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness. "From the moment the three thousand cultivators stepped into Yunlai City, they were already withered bones in a grave."

These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing everyone's anger and leaving only utter despair.

Someone slumped to the ground, muttering to himself, "No wonder... no wonder we haven't seen a single member of the Long family along the way. It turns out we were the prey."

"No!" Suddenly someone roared as they stood up, pointing to the tarnished protective talisman at their waist, "It's this broken talisman! The barrier-breaking talisman given by the Long family!"

He ripped the talisman off and clenched it tightly in his hand: "I sensed something was wrong earlier and tried to take a detour, but I was blocked by the Long family as soon as I turned around! This talisman isn't for protecting against miasma at all; it's a tracker!"

These words instantly awakened everyone.

"No wonder all those who didn't fall into the ghost ship trap disappeared without a trace. It turns out they were located by this talisman and surrounded and killed one by one!"

"What a vicious scheme! From the moment we started recruiting, we've been walking into a dead end step by step!"

The curses rang out again, but with a hint of helplessness.

The elder of the Dragon Clan watched coldly until everyone was tired of cursing, then slowly spoke: "There's no point in saying more. Just be a sacrifice and help our ancestor return to the Holy Realm. That will be a worthy death for you."

"Long Qingyun! Where are you hiding that you dare not show yourself?" On the bronze warship, the purple-robed elder roared angrily, his gaze sweeping across the barrier. "Aren't you afraid of becoming infamous and being despised by all cultivators in the world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint red light suddenly appeared in the darkness at the other end of the magic circle.

Within the light, a blurry figure slowly emerged, shrouded in thick crimson mist, obscuring its face. Only the outline of a black dragon-patterned robe could be vaguely discerned. A faint yet palpable aura emanated from its body, the foundation of someone who had once stepped into the Saint Realm.

“Long Qingyun!” The purple-robed elder’s pupils shrank, recognizing the aura at a glance.

The blurry figure didn't approach, but a voice emerged from the mist, ethereal yet carrying an overbearing, domineering aura that caused the entire magic array to tremble slightly: "Infamous? How laughable!"

"In this world, the strong have always been respected! The wails of the weak are nothing but the noise of stepping stones; how can the curses of ants tarnish the glory of the strong?"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable authority: "Once I borrow your life essence to ascend back to the Holy Realm, let alone dare to criticize the Long family, you'll have to think twice before even looking up at me!"

As soon as the words fell, the array beneath their feet suddenly lit up with a dazzling red light. An invisible force frantically drew the essence within everyone's bodies toward the blurry figure, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

"You arrogant old thief, you are beyond redemption! You have committed heinous crimes today, and even the Divine Court will not tolerate you. The chief deity of the Divine Punishment Division has descended to the mortal realm. Your deeds cannot be kept secret!" the purple-robed elder roared.

"The Divine Court, haha!" Long Qingyun chuckled, his tone full of disdain and certainty. "As long as I regain my Saintly status, the 'sacrifice' of these three thousand cultivators will be nothing more than harmless stepping stones! The Main God's avatar? He will only tacitly approve, and might even be hoping that I can become a sharp blade of the Divine Court, rather than a hidden danger!"

The purple-robed elder's eyes were bloodshot as he turned and roared at everyone in the formation, "Gentlemen, rather than waiting to die, let's fight to the death! Everyone gather your strength, aim at the southeast corner of the barrier, and strike together!"

In dire circumstances, the instinct for survival overcomes fear.

The cultivators on the bronze and black iron warships immediately took action, their spiritual power surging, and various colored lights intertwined to form a thick pillar of light, which blasted towards the direction indicated by the purple-robed elder.

Qin He's eyes narrowed slightly as he quietly infused his demonic energy into the pillar of light, neither revealing his strength nor failing to test the array's power.

"boom!"

The beam of light slammed into the barrier, unleashing a deafening roar.

However, the anticipated breakdown did not occur.

The barrier only rippled once before bursting out with an even more dazzling red light, and the patterns on the array seemed to come alive, flowing wildly.

An even stronger suction force came from the center of the formation, causing the spiritual energy in everyone's bodies to flow out uncontrollably.

"Not good! The formation has been activated!" The purple-robed elder's expression changed drastically.

Before he finished speaking, the crimson lightning on the inner wall of the barrier suddenly converged, transforming into an iron anchor tens of feet long. The anchor tip shimmered with a ghostly blue light and, with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, rushed straight at the purple-robed elder.

The speed was beyond imagination!

Before the purple-robed elder could think, he rapidly formed hand seals, and his natal magic treasure, the bronze mirror, instantly expanded, blocking in front of him. The mirror light condensed into a thick shield of light.

"clang!"

The anchor slammed hard against the light shield, the ear-piercing metallic clang causing a painful ache in the eardrums.

The light shield was instantly covered with cracks, the mirror light dimmed, the purple-robed old man groaned, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

He exerted all his spiritual power to try to resist the impact of the anchor, but the power contained in the anchor was too terrifying, carrying the pressure of a Saint-level magic array, like Mount Tai pressing down on him.

"Crack!"

The light shield shattered with a crash, and the bronze mirror flew backward, exploding into fragments in mid-air.

The anchor, still brimming with force, slammed into the old man in purple robes in the chest.

"puff!"

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the purple-robed old man's body crashed heavily onto the deck of the bronze warship like a kite with a broken string. Half of his body collapsed instantly, and the sound of bones shattering could be clearly heard.

He struggled to get up, but could only cough up more blood, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

The people in the formation were stunned, and even forgot to breathe.

The blurry figure in the darkness slightly raised its hand, its voice as cold as frost, carrying an overwhelming domineering aura: "The light of a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon? You're courting death!"

The suction force on the array diagram intensified again, and more crimson lightning roamed within the barrier, like venomous snakes ready to devour their prey.

Qin He looked down at the flowing patterns on his feet, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.