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

Chapter 1363

The spatial cracks in the dim light became increasingly clear, and the salty smell of the sea breeze could be clearly smelled.

But at that moment, the swamp suddenly surged like a boiling iron pot, and a terrifying black shadow rose from beneath each of the remaining battle platforms, carrying a putrid stench straight towards the platform.

Qin He's expression changed.

This shadowy figure was no weaker than the one slain before, with pale golden spiritual light swirling between its black threads—it was actually the residual spiritual power of a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator. Clearly, the large number of cultivators who had perished earlier had provided nourishment for these terrifying creatures.

Even more terrifying was its oppressive aura; the sheer ferocity emanating from it caused ripples to appear on the magical runes along the edge of the Black Shield Battle Platform.

"Damn it, here we go again!" Zhou Shan's voice trembled, but he gripped the axe tightly. "I'll fight to the death. If I escape, I'll live; if I don't, I'll die, and even my soul will be swallowed up."

Before the words were finished, the dark figure crashed into the battle platform.

The black threads shot up like venomous snakes, instantly wrapping around the edge of the stage. The edge sizzled and was corroded into fine holes in the blink of an eye.

"drink!"

Zhou Shan suddenly threw his head back and roared wildly, veins bulging on his forehead and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He pressed his palm to his brow, and a blood-red rune emerged from under his skin. His aura suddenly surged—his cultivation, which was at the late stage of the Dao Palace Realm, actually broke through the bottleneck and reached the early stage of the Divine Bridge Realm.

However, his once neat head of short hair was rapidly turning white, clearly indicating that this secret technique came at the cost of his life essence.

The axe flashed a dazzling red light, and Zhou Shan leaped up, cleaving the thickest black thread of the shadowy figure with the axe.

Amidst the flying sparks, the black thread was cleaved in half, but new black threads immediately emerged from the broken end, wrapping around his ankle.

"Brother Zhou!"

Zhao Xiaojia roared and bit his tongue, spraying his blood onto the talisman in his palm.

The originally dull talisman instantly burst into crimson flames. He waved his hand and stuck the talisman to the edge of the battle platform. With a "boom," a blood-red light screen rose up, blocking the black silk that was rushing towards him.

But his face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body swayed, almost falling off the battle platform—this essence blood rune was his trump card for saving his life, and using it once would consume three years of his cultivation.

Liu Yuer twirled her silver sword three times, the sword shadow piercing the core of the dark figure like a meteor.

But as soon as the sword tip touched the shadow, it was entangled by black threads. She gritted her teeth and channeled her spiritual power, causing frost to rise on the sword, barely managing to freeze the black threads.

But the shadowy figure suddenly jerked, sending her flying backward and crashing into Qin He's shoulder, spitting out a mouthful of blood that was chilling to the touch.

Wu Gou also moved at this moment. He flipped his wrist, and the curved blade suddenly shone with a pale blue light. The dragon pattern engraved on the blade faintly appeared—it was actually a spiritual weapon forged by the Long family.

He lunged at the side of the shadowy figure, his curved blade slicing through the air and severing several black threads, but a complex mix of resentment and regret flashed in his eyes.

While supporting the battle platform, Qin He silently released three strands of demonic energy.

The first wisp of energy attached to Zhou Shan's axe blade instantly added a layer of dark blade energy to the axe's edge, and with one swing of the axe, it actually cleaved half an inch into the black shadow's torso.

The second strand wrapped around Liu Yu'er's sword, freezing more of her black silk and giving her a chance to catch her breath.

The third strand was the most concealed, transforming into a fine thread that burrowed into the core of the shadow.

"Its weakness is there!" Qin He shouted at the opportune moment, his voice deliberately feigning urgency. "Concentrate your attack there!"

Zhou Shan immediately understood. Enduring the excruciating pain of depleted essence and blood, he leaped up again, his axe aimed directly at the dark figure's chest.

Zhao Xiaojia used his last bit of spiritual power to throw out a lightning talisman. Lightning exploded on the black shadow's chest, slowing its movements for a moment.

Liu Yu'er's silver sword slashed diagonally, using the cover of lightning to pierce the opening in the shadowy figure's chest. At the same time, the Wu hook saber also slashed down, its blue blade light intertwining with red light and lightning.

Just then, Qin He conjured a jet-black demonic energy bullet in his palm and seemingly casually hurled it at the shadowy figure.

The moment the demonic energy bullet struck the shadowy figure's chest, it suddenly exploded, and the Nanming Li Fire hidden inside seeped into the wound.

"Fuck-"

Blue flames burned within the shadowy body, which let out a shrill wail as its massive form convulsed violently.

The black silk threads lost their power and fell into the swamp. Their once solid bodies began to disintegrate, turning into a sky full of black mist that was then swallowed by the flames.

As the last wisp of black mist dissipated, the five men collapsed onto the battle platform, their bodies soaked in sweat and blood. Qin He feigned heavy breathing, but secretly withdrew his leaking demonic energy, stabilizing his aura at the mid-stage of the Dao Palace Realm.

When they looked at the other battle stages, their hearts sank to the bottom.

Originally, there were only a few battle platforms left after reaching this point, but now only four remain.

A gourd-shaped battle platform was smashed to pieces by the dark figure, and the cultivators fell with screams.

The battle platform was riddled with black silk, and the sword broke. Only one person managed to escape, but was then caught in the black silk and had his calves wrapped around.

In the distance, a spiritual platform formed by the combined efforts of cultivators collapsed with a deafening roar, and dozens of people were instantly swallowed by the swamp, leaving only a few short screams.

The glimmer of light from the crack was right before their eyes, but the swamp before the exit was already filled with fragments of broken battle platforms and the remains of cultivators, being swallowed up little by little.

And new shadows are gathering again.