Lu Chengyun released his Divine Sense, scanning the crowd once again, but still found nothing. Among the cultivators present, there were those with profound cultivation, those with exceptional Divine Sense, and a few who were clearly masters of Formation. But not a single cultivator gave off that eerie and pressing feeling. None resembled the cultivator who had woven the snare and was steadily closing in on him. Lu Chengyun shook his head. It’s no use, the matter has reached this point, knowing or not knowing doesn’t matter anymore. A true battle of life and death calls for real strength; minor tricks are inconsequential. Lu Chengyun looked at Yang Jishan, his eyes revealing a chilling light, and said, "You underestimate this Corpse King..." "This Corpse King is mine; no one can take it away!" "Today, all of you will be buried here!" "Your flesh and blood will become sacrificial offerings for the Corpse King." "To let this Corpse King complete its true metamorphosis, becoming the true Lord of Evil, the King of Corpses!" Lu Chengyun appeared invigorated, with a touch of madness in his eyes. Yang Jishan frowned, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just then, the Corpse King behind Lu Chengyun suddenly changed its aura, turning bloodthirsty and furious. Its exposed skin shifted from an iron blue to a gradually lightening hue, transforming into a deep bronze color... Copper Corpse! Yang Jishan’s heart trembled. Lu Chengyun intended to refine the Corpse King into a Copper Corpse! Copper Corpse denotes the rank, while Corpse King indicates the status. Once the Corpse King fully transformed into a Copper Corpse, its power would surge dramatically, and it would be able to command an army of the dead. The people here would have no means of dealing with it. With a Copper Corpse King at his protection, they would also be unable to kill Lu Chengyun! Yang Jishan drew out his Sunset Spear and yelled, "Go all out! Slay all the zombies, including Lu Chengyun!" The others, recognizing the seriousness of the situation, no longer held back and attacked Lu Chengyun together. Foundation Establishment cultivators clashed with Iron Corpses. Their Spiritual Power was formidable, and the Corpse Qi intense. Even the mere aftermath was enough to shake the mountains and crack the stone. As Yang Jishan advanced on Lu Chengyun, the half-transformed Copper Corpse King blocked his path. Its eyes were crimson, with bronze skin and iron bones, elongated fangs, and fingertips oozing with a thick, dark green Corpse Poison. Each move carried a gust of foul wind. Yang Jishan, even when fighting with all his might, was still suppressed by the Corpse King. Several nearby Foundation Establishment cultivators rushed to assist seeing the situation. Among them was a gaunt old man with a solemn expression and a middle-aged cultivator who appeared reluctant. It took several Foundation Establishment cultivators working together to just barely match the half-transformed Copper Corpse King in combat. For a moment, everyone was somewhat taken aback. If they allowed the Corpse King to complete its transformation into a Copper Corpse, they might all perish here. After dozens more exchanges, Yang Jishan felt a chill in his heart and knew they couldn’t continue this way, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Kill Lu Chengyun first!" Lu Chengyun sneered upon hearing this. The Qi Refining Taoist Soldiers had the Walking Corpses to restrain them, Foundation Establishment cultivators had the Iron Corpses, and Yang Jishan’s few high-combat Foundation Establishment were suppressed by the Corpse King. How could they kill him? Yang Jishan’s gaze turned icier as a red glow flashed in his hand. The Sunset Spear erupted in flames, its power astounding. Lu Chengyun’s expression changed slightly. "Hold it off!" shouted Yang Jishan. He then retreated a few steps, leaving the attack range of the Corpse King and reaching a safe position. His Qi Sea surged as he stimulated all his Spiritual Power, integrating it into the Sunset Spear. The Sunset Spear was enveloped in flames, burning fiercely. And behind Yang Jishan, the flames condensed as if congealing into a miniature sun. Lu Chengyun was startled and immediately commanded the Iron Corpses to move towards Yang Jishan, "Stop him!" The surrounding Iron Corpses, baring their fangs and claws, advanced on Lu Chengyun. The Corpse King also roared and charged towards Yang Jishan. The gaunt old man shouted, "Protect Leader Yang!" He then took out several Copper Coins, wedged them between his fingers with Spiritual Power, and flung them all out, hitting the Corpse King’s joints. The Copper Coins turned into ropes, binding the Corpse King. The middle-aged cultivator sighed, reluctantly producing a jade-inlaid and gold-trimmed folding fan. He stimulated it with Spiritual Power, waved it a few times, and a wall of wind formed, guarding Yang Jishan’s side. With each wave, one spine of the fan broke off. The charging Iron Corpses were blocked by the wind wall and couldn’t get close. Meanwhile, the other Foundation Establishment cultivators also made their moves. Some repelled Iron Corpses with Spiritual Artifacts, while others used spells to restrain the Corpse King. A few moments later, the Sunset Spear trembled. All the surrounding flames were suddenly pulled in, compressing into the spear. Yang Jishan’s face turned pale, but his eyes shone brightly. The gaunt old man quickly said, "Subdue the Corpse King, everyone else back off!" The cultivators near the Corpse King immediately withdrew. The other Foundation Establishment cultivators each used Spiritual Artifacts like Golden Locks, Wooden Prisons, and Water Nets to immobilize the Corpse King, while several Spiritual Cultivators suppressed it with spells, preventing it from moving. Yang Jishan raised his spear horizontally, then, with man and spear united as one, his energy piercing the heavens, he thrust forward with tremendous force towards the Corpse King’s chest. Upon touching the Corpse King, the surging flame of Spiritual Power exploded. A thunderous roar sounded as the ground was blasted into a deep pit. Cracks in the rocks spread far and wide. The shockwave of the burst of power repelled all nearby cultivators and Iron Corpses. Fire and dust filled the air. As the smoke cleared, those who looked were shocked. The Corpse King was still not dead. At the critical moment, it had used its arm to block the spear. The Sunset Spear had pierced through its arm, the tip grazing its chest but clearly lacking the force to puncture its chest, not even breaking the skin. The Corpse King’s body was charred, heavily damaged. Its aura weakened considerably, but in the blink of an eye, the Corpse Qi began to recover...