4890

Chapter 4890: 5.0642 Outbreak

Old Steward Luo looked at the several paths leading to the mountaintop, mused for a moment, and then said, "It should be that path."

He pointed to the third path on the left. "Miss Qiao's aura is faintly emanating from there. I suspect it's that one."

Everyone, who had been at a loss, immediately settled down upon hearing the old steward's words and each spread out their spiritual consciousness to sense it.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" A disciple from a minor aristocratic family enthusiastically waved his arm and, without a word, pulled his fellow sect brothers forward, stepping onto the mountain path.

Suddenly, two or three grotesque creatures, thrashing and roaring, lunged out of the bushes.

Their movements were incredibly agile. They pounced on people upon sight, revealing sharp, menacing fangs with every open mouth.

The aristocratic family disciple's face turned green with fright. He quickly drew his saber and struck the back of the corpse puppet's head, which was gripping him.

The corpse puppet's body visibly stiffened. The disciple, both startled and scared, reached out to push it away.

A sudden change occurred—

The corpse puppet lowered its head, opened its large mouth, and bit onto his head, its sharp fangs piercing his scalp and biting off half of it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The emotional female cultivator stammered, "How can a secret realm have corpse puppets too!"

"It seems, it's people from our camp," another cultivator quickly added.

"They're the fishermen, the fishermen from Coastal Village whom we rescued."

"What's going on? How did they all turn into corpses?"

"Impossible! This kind of natural secret realm, where you can absorb divine power with every breath, it's impossible for them to mutate like this!"

"Move aside!" Duo Shanmei roared, drawing her longsword and severing a corpse puppet's arm.

However, the arm, after falling to the ground, mischievously bounced several times.

A cultivator quickly conjured a fireball and burned it, barely managing to turn the arm into ashes.

"Don't think about all that nonsense, let's deal with them first."

The Deep Sea Abyss City Lord's Mansion was formed by remodeling over a dozen interconnected large caves.

Inside the bedroom of the Great Overlord Jisi, a curtain woven from seashells and pearls hung.

Sweeping aside the curtain, one entered to find a stone table, stone stools, and an intricately carved stone bed.

Gemstone drinking vessels shone brightly, and the radiance of luminous pearls illuminated the entire cave dwelling.

The gracefully proportioned Great Overlord Jisi lay diagonally on the stone bed, fiddling with her ten slender, jade-like fingers.

Upon hearing her subordinate report that they had "lost the trail," the Great Overlord's face suddenly turned ruthless. She snatched up a drinking vessel beside her and, with a "thump," smashed it onto the intruder's forehead.

The drinking vessel was forged from the sturdiest phosphorescent stone from the deep sea—a material that could instantly incapacitate someone when smashed onto their head.

The subordinate crumpled to the ground without a sound, not even a groan, and immediately kicked the bucket.

Great Overlord Jisi, seeing him like that, cursed angrily, "Useless trash! You can't even catch a few petty thieves who broke into the City Lord's Mansion. What's the point of me keeping you all?"

"Drag him out, drag him out." Just looking at him is incredibly annoying.

"Go fetch the twenty-eight new husbands I've recently taken into the mansion."

"Yes, Great Overlord," the little maidservant kneeling by the curtain, bearing an ugly face marked with a red brand, scrambled backward on her knees and scurried out.

"Useless creature," Great Overlord Jisi snorted, swinging her long, slender, jade-like legs slightly, her eyes unconsciously looking up at the ceiling.