These Iron Corpses, relentless and unafraid of death, were guarding the Corpse King. The previously quiet horde of zombies had once again erupted into chaos, their eyes red with rage, they roared and charged towards the cultivators recklessly, as if not allowing anyone to offend their "King". In an instant, the hill of tombs had descended into a fiercer battle of life and death. Bai Zisheng, clutching his long spear, was ready to fight again, but was restrained by Bai Zixi. Bai Zixi brought Bai Zisheng to Mo Hua’s side, stood in front of both, and with her delicate fingers formed a sword technique, creating streams of sword light with radiant white flames, protecting the three of them. Zombies that came into contact with the sword light were burned by the white flames. Mo Hua watched the Corpse King from afar. The aura of the Corpse King grew stronger bit by bit, and the twisted Taoist Meaning on its body also deepened gradually. Mo Hua’s gaze sharpened and then proceeded to draw a Thick Earth Formation beneath his feet and began to meditate, communing with something through his Divine Sense. Batches of Foundation Building Cultivators charged towards the Corpse King. Yet time and time again, they were blocked by the Iron Corpses. Yang Jishan’s face was pale, his heart burning with anxiety. Read exclusive content at freewebnovel The Corpse King was slowly awakening, turning into a Taoist Demon. If the Corpse King was not slain, everyone would perish! Even the Minor Wilderness State Boundary would suffer calamity. Yang Jishan picked up the Sunset Spear, consumed a Spirit Revitalizing Pill, and then took a Big Restoring Pill, exhausting the last of his Spiritual Power to reactivate the Sunset Spear. This spear thrust was equally awe-inspiring. The firelight condensed, and the spear blazed like the sun. Yang Jishan, unable to reach the Corpse King, exerted all his strength and threw the long spear, transforming it into a fiery comet, striking towards the Corpse King. But this spear was also blocked by the corporeal sacrifice of an Iron Corpse, and although it reached the Corpse King, it was caught in one hand by the King. The Corpse King twisted, snapping the Sunset Spear, its flesh instantly morphing into a bronze color. Then, the Corpse King let out a roar towards the sky. The Corpse Qi soared, obscuring sun and sky. The horizon faintly glowed blood red. This roar was akin to a command. At this moment, not only the entirety of the graveyard, but also the mine, and even the entire boundary of South Yue City, all zombies — as if hearing the order — converged towards the Corpse King, seemingly to worship their "Monarch". Yang Jishan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. All the cultivators had their scalps tingle with dread. Many faces showed despair. The gaunt old man said, "Leader Yang, first think of a way to break through. Save as many as we can!" Yang Jishan clenched his teeth tightly and said helplessly, "Alright!" But he also knew, under the Corpse King’s command of the Corpse Tide, even if they fled, they couldn’t escape. This was but a slim chance of survival. But without trying to flee, there was no chance at all. The cultivators retreated under cover of the Taoist Soldiers, while Mo Hua still remained in place. Seeing this, Yang Jishan immediately shouted, "Junior Brother!" He wanted to tell Mo Hua to flee, but in this brief moment, Mo Hua had already been surrounded by Iron Corpses. Yang Jishan could not save him even if he tried. Yang Jishan was in a great hurry, but what followed made him stunned. He noticed that the Iron Corpses had only encircled Mo Hua, but dared not approach him. Bai Zixi stood in front of Mo Hua and Bai Zisheng, her expression calm, though her eyes still carried some seriousness. At that moment, Mo Hua opened his eyes and took a step forward, shielding his junior brother and sister behind him. As Mo Hua stepped forward, the Iron Corpses showed signs of terror and retreated en masse. In their instincts, there was fear, the fear of being dominated. The Corpse King was their "Monarch". And now that Lu Chengyun was dead. Mo Hua was the only one who could control the Corpse King, their monarch’s monarch! The horde of corpses became somewhat calmer. The cultivators had a moment to catch their breath. Yet across the sea of corpses, the Corpse King’s regal and ferocious gaze was fixed on Mo Hua. It hadn’t turned into a Taoist Demon yet. Because it hadn’t truly "devoured its master". Lu Chengyun was the master, but he was never truly the master. Its true master was this junior cultivator! A master of a master is not a true master. A king of a king is not a true king. By devouring this junior cultivator, it would truly devour its master, break free from its chains, escape the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, and become the unparalleled "Corpse King", the Taoist Demon that would devour heaven and earth! It would turn this realm into a Blood Flesh Purgatory! In the Corpse King’s eyes, a sudden surge of blood transformed into a crimson beam, shooting directly at Mo Hua. Everyone was shocked, and Yang Jishan’s expression drastically changed, "Not good!" However, Mo Hua remained calm, her gaze sharp like a sword, as she pointed forward with her small hand. The Corpse King’s lunging form came to an abrupt halt! Its chest suddenly burst forth with innumerable Spiritual Threads, fine like silk, weaving outward, suppressing the Corpse Qi and tugging at the Corpse King’s body. In the eyes of the Corpse King, there was no longer any dignity, only brutality and unwillingness. It struggled mightily, its Blood Qi even stronger. The Corpse Qi grew wilder, the grayish-white filled with streaks of blood, billowing in layers. At the same time, a twisted, aberrant Taoist Meaning spread. Feeling this aura, all cultivators felt their hearts tremble, as if a cold Divine Sense was watching them, erasing their intent, making them submit. This distorted Taoist Meaning also enveloped Mo Hua. Mo Hua’s heart stirred slightly. This aura was very familiar. The Big Demon of Tongxian City also had a similar aura. Only at that time, she had no understanding of Taoist Meaning and couldn’t discern the details of this aura. But now she understood. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶 This was the aura of a Taoist Demon, the twisted, aberrant Taoist Meaning. Because it contained the aberrant Taoist Meaning, that is why these calamities were called Taoist Demons. Mo Hua understood in her heart and then began to utilize the Thick Earth Formation, connecting with the Earth Dao Meaning. Those who do not rest in soil are the undead. The aura of the undead originated from the earth, yet was full of bloodiness, hatred, and resentment. Mo Hua intended to use the Earth Dao Meaning to suppress the aura of the Corpse King. The Earth character is Kun, known for its great virtue and capacity to carry all things. Perhaps even the meaning of the earth did not wish to see the birth of a Taoist Demon. The Earth Dao Meaning Mo Hua communicated with this time was intensely strong. Although it still couldn’t compare to when she meditated on the Taoist Stele, it was sufficient to suppress the half-step Taoist Demon Corpse King. The aura of the Taoist Demon was neutralized. Mo Hua concentrated with all her being. Her Divine Sense at the peak of Thirteen Stripes operated to its limit. Above the Spiritual Pivot Formation, a myriad of Spiritual Threads bloomed, like night-blooming cereuses in full splendor, dense and intricate, completely strangling and suppressing the Corpse Qi, permeating, refining, stitching, and little by little taking control… The Corpse King resisted fiercely, its gaze cruel, its flesh pulled apart by the Spiritual Threads and yet regenerating... The standoff continued for who knows how long. Mo Hua’s eyes suddenly changed, her pupils burned with bright light, and her voice, crisp yet filled with authority, commanded: "Fiendish beast!" "Kneel!!" The Corpse King, full of reluctance, roared with all its might. But its body, nonetheless, was being pulled by the myriad of Spiritual Threads, shakily kneeling down. With each inch it knelt, the ground cracked further! The entire burial mountain trembled! Tens of thousands of zombies, with red eyes reflecting their unwillingness, roared together. The whole of South Yue City, over every hill and mountain, was filled with the roar of the undead, as if plunged into hell, where a hundred ghosts wail in sorrow. The mass of undead surged, the Corpse Qi tumultuous. Mo Hua’s gaze remained steadfast, her small figure unyielding. She continued to control the Corpse King bit by bit with the power of Divine Sense, activating the Spiritual Pivot Formation. The Corpse King was entangled by countless Spiritual Threads, suppressed by the mighty Earth Dao Meaning. In the midst of struggle and defiance, the Corpse King’s knee finally hit the ground! The fierce and terrifying clamor between heaven and earth stopped abruptly. The horde of corpses grew silent. The trembling crowd looked up. They saw, atop the burial hill, beneath the sky-covering blood-colored Corpse Qi, The imposing Corpse King, half-kneeling in front of the tiny Mo Hua. And with the Corpse King’s kneeling, The violent aura of the horde of corpses also began to recede. Dozens of Iron Corpses, their bloody gaze fading, revealed a look of awe, slowly kneeling before Mo Hua. And after that, all the Walking Corpses in South Yue City, across hills and valleys, swept away by the wind, also knelt before Mo Hua one after another. With the Corpse King’s kneeling, the Iron Corpses submitted, and a myriad of zombies bowed in worship! All cultivators were speechless with horror. The gaunt old man who was versed in the Heavenly Secret Calculation was even more shaken to the core. He witnessed a scene he never imagined in his life, nor dare to imagine: A Taoist Demon calamity was kneeling... before a child…