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

Chapter 1362

The bubbles in the mud suddenly swelled to the size of fists, and the "glug" sound made people's eardrums vibrate.

The originally entwined black silk suddenly grew several times larger, as thick as a bucket, and covered with barbs, making a "crackling" sound when it lashed out in the void.

Even more frightening was that cracks appeared on the surface of the swamp, and pale bone spurs rushed upwards, the longest of which was over ten feet long, with undried rotting flesh still hanging from their tips.

Tiny fragments of dark shadows floated up from the swamp, like torn black mist. They sizzled and instantly corroded small holes in the cultivator's spiritual energy shield.

"Watch out for bone spurs!"

No sooner had Liu Yu'er's exclamation fallen than the jade lotus platform not far away was destroyed.

A bone spur pierced diagonally through the mud, precisely striking the edge of the lotus platform. The pure white petals instantly shattered, and the spiritual light dimmed.

The cultivators on the lotus platform cried out and squeezed towards the center, but more bone spikes followed, like pale white spears, piercing the lotus platform with countless holes.

In less than two breaths, the jade lotus platform shattered with a crash, and more than twenty cultivators on it screamed as they fell. As soon as they touched the mud, they were tightly bound by black silk and instantly turned into wisps of essence.

The other bronze boat was in no better condition.

The shadowy fragments surged in, corroding the defensive runes on the ship, causing them to flicker unpredictably. A Dao Palace Realm cultivator tried to dispel them with his spiritual power, but the fragments entangled his arm, causing his flesh to fester instantly. He screamed in agony and jumped into the swamp.

In the chaos, the bronze boat lost its balance and capsized. The cultivators on board fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Only two Divine Bridge Realm cultivators managed to escape, but they were chased and bitten by the black silk, black blood seeping from their backs.

"The attacks are getting more and more frequent." Zhao Xiaojia clutched the last defensive talisman, his face deathly pale. "Could we also..."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zhou Shan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and used his axe to cleave away a bone spike that bounced back. "The fiercer the attack, the closer we are to the exit. Give it your all."

His voice carried an undeniable ruthlessness, which calmed the team down.

Qin He nodded to himself.

The attack suddenly intensified because this space was enclosed, which was definitely not unfounded. It was most likely because the attack was approaching a weak point in the space, namely the exit.

A wisp of almost imperceptible demonic energy condensed at his fingertips, quietly spreading along the edge of the battle platform and weaving a layer of fine demonic patterns beneath the surface.

This magical rune neither glows nor exudes power, but it acts like an invisible net, firmly trapping the incoming fragments of shadow and then silently refining them.

Several bone spikes pierced towards the battle platform. Qin He's mind stirred, and the magic runes instantly rose up, enveloping the bone spikes and twisting them into powder. When they scattered, they turned into fine black ash, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Liu Yu'er felt that the attacks in front of her were always just a little short of hitting the battle platform. She glanced at Qin He beside her and saw that he was calm. She assumed that Zhao Xiaojia had made another breakthrough in refining runes.

Just then, Zhao Xiaojia suddenly exclaimed "Huh?" and glanced at the remaining battle platforms around him, wondering, "Strange, why haven't I seen a single member of the Long family wearing a dragon-patterned jade pendant?"

These words were like a pebble thrown into water, creating a ripple, but before they could spread, they were interrupted by new dangers.

Just as Liu Yuer was about to reply, a thick black thread lashed out at the battle platform. She swiftly swung her silver sword, severing the thread, and her attention was instantly drawn back to the battle.

Zhou Shan didn't think much of it, assuming that the Long family cultivators were all highly skilled and had managed to evade them. He casually remarked, "Who cares where they are? Let's take care of ourselves first!"

Qin He's gaze inadvertently swept over Wu Gou.

Just as they met each other's gaze, Wu Gou's eyes darted away like a startled rabbit, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of his curved sword.

Qin He raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

He had seen many dragon-patterned pendants on the waists of the Long family cultivators before when he registered at the side courtyard. They were all of the same style and very eye-catching.

He quickly scanned the remaining thirty-odd battle platforms and indeed did not see the familiar dragon pattern luster.

"Oh!"

Before the vague thought could even form, it was interrupted by a loud bang.

Not far away, a black iron floating platform suddenly collapsed, and the cultivators on it fell with screams. Only one cultivator at the Divine Bridge Realm managed to escape with his incredible speed, but he was immediately entangled in the fragments of the black shadow that followed him, which instantly corroded a black scar, causing him to stagger forward in pain.

“Anyone at the Dao Palace Realm will not survive once they leave the battle arena!” Liu Yu’er said softly, her voice filled with lingering fear.

Qin He snapped out of his thoughts, and the magic runes on his fingertips were reinforced even more.

The attacks grew increasingly intense, the pale bone spikes grew like rampant weeds, and the shadowy fragments almost obscured the darkness overhead. Fewer and fewer battle platforms remained, and people fell every moment.

Those whose battle platforms were not well-defended, whose commanders were not skilled enough, or whose cultivators were not strong enough, almost all perished in this round. The dead fell into the mud like raindrops, and screams of agony continued endlessly.

Just when everyone was about to give up, a faint "humming" sound suddenly came from ahead.

Qin He's eyes narrowed, and he probed with his divine sense. He was surprised to find a completely different spatial fluctuation. It was no longer a closed and stagnant space, but rather a flowing and transparent one.

"Look!" Liu Yu'er suddenly pointed ahead, her voice filled with undisguised surprise.

Following her gaze, everyone saw a narrow ray of light appear at the end of the darkness.

The light was faint, yet it was like a sharp sword piercing through thick ink, forcing back the surrounding shadowy fragments.

The faint light grew brighter and brighter, revealing a spatial rift. Behind the rift, one could vaguely sense the sea breeze and the faint light of day.

"It's an exit! It really is an exit!" Zhao Xiaojia jumped up excitedly, almost dropping the defensive talisman in his hand.

Zhou Shan laughed heartily, using his axe to cleave away the last incoming bone spike: "What did I tell you? Hold on, charge through!"

He channeled his spiritual power, maneuvering the battle platform to hurtle toward the crack.

Qin He frowned slightly. He could sense the aura of the exit, but he also noticed a faint, familiar rune fluctuation around the crack.

With questions swirling in his mind, the battle platform beneath his feet shot towards the faint light like an arrow, while the surrounding attacks gradually weakened as they approached the crack.