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A Ling had no time to dodge and could only use the one talisman she held to defend herself.
Just as the zombie was about to reach her, Lao Hu lunged forward, using his shield to knock the zombie away.
"Are you okay?" Lao Hu asked with concern.
A Ling shook her head and gratefully replied, "Thanks to you."
Zhang Qi continued to fight the zombies, noticing that they seemed to react to sound.
He began shouting loudly, trying to draw the zombies' attention so that Lao Hu and A Ling could attack their weak points.
This tactic proved effective; some of the zombies turned towards Zhang Qi's voice, giving Lao Hu and A Ling the chance to strike and take down several more zombies.
However, as time passed, everyone's stamina began to wane. Professor Li had found no useful clues on the walls of the tomb, and disappointment showed on his face.
"Are we really going to perish here?" Professor Li thought to himself.
Just as despair settled over them, Zhang Qi suddenly noticed a figure flickering behind the Zombie Horde.
It was an old man in a black robe, wielding a dark staff that shimmered with an eerie light at its tip.
Zhang Qi realized that this black-robed elder might be the mastermind controlling the zombies.
"Look! It's that black-robed elder! He's controlling these zombies!" Zhang Qi shouted.
Everyone turned their gaze towards the old man in the black robe, a surge of anger and hope rising within them.
They knew that defeating the old man might just lift the crisis looming over them.
Thus, Zhang Qi decided to take the risk and break through the Zombie Horde, charging towards the old man in black.
Lao Hu and A Ling expressed their support for his decision, staying behind to fend off the Zombie Horde and create an opportunity for Zhang Qi.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Qi gripped his weapon tightly. With courage and agility, he navigated through the Zombie Horde, gradually closing in on the old man.
Each step forward was fraught with unknown dangers, yet there was no hint of retreat in Zhang Qi's eyes—only unwavering determination.
Deep within the Daxing'anling ancient tomb, darkness seemed to take on a tangible form, flowing like thick ink, with the old man concealed within it.
His figure flickered in and out of sight, as if merging with the endless darkness, exuding an eerie and chilling mystery.
"There's definitely some bad guy up to no good back there!" Zhang Qi shouted breathlessly, his eyes burning with anger and resolve.
The shovel in his hand trembled slightly from exertion, and the wound on his arm throbbed painfully, but he paid it no mind.
The blood from the wound had already congealed, sticking to his clothes. Each swing of the shovel tugged at the injury, sending sharp pangs through him, but the fire of rage in his heart overshadowed any pain.
The old man in black hid behind the Zombie Horde, wielding a dark staff that glimmered with an eerie light at its tip—an unsettling green glow that danced like ghostly flames.
He chanted the wicked incantation, his voice low and hoarse, resembling the call of a night owl or whispers from hell. Each syllable seemed to carry a magical force, driving the Zombie Horde to surge violently towards the Protagonist Team.
"What does this old fool want?" Lao Hu shouted angrily as he swung his dagger to fend off the zombies.
Veins bulged on his forehead, sweat mingled with dirt streamed down his face, and he bore wounds from the zombies' claws that tore through his clothes, revealing streaks of blood. Yet, his spirit remained unyielding.
His dagger was already somewhat dulled, but he still thrust it with all his might at the approaching zombies, each attack infused with the ferocity he had honed over years of wandering the martial world.
A Ling found her witchcraft increasingly difficult to wield, with few talismans remaining. She anxiously exclaimed, "He must be trying to trap us here to claim the treasures in the ancient tomb for himself or achieve some nefarious purpose!"
A hint of worry flickered in her eyes, fully aware that the schemes of this robed elder were far from simple.
Her hands moved rapidly in the air as she attempted to conjure a defensive barrier with her last talismans, but that barrier was already teetering under the relentless assault of the Zombie Horde.
Professor Li dodged zombie attacks while desperately brainstorming a countermeasure. He shouted, "We need to find a way to stop him from chanting; otherwise, we'll never be able to kill all these zombies!"
His glasses fogged up, but he paid no mind to wipe them, his eyes fixed intently on the direction of the robed elder.
In his mind, he raced through past research on similar mysterious powers, hoping to find a clue that could help them escape their current predicament.
Zhang Qi gritted his teeth, a glimmer of determination flashing in his eyes as he resolved to break through the Zombie Horde and confront the robed elder.
Steeling himself, he shouted, "I'll go meet him; we can't let him succeed!"
He knew that this journey could lead to his death, but he couldn't just stand by and watch as everyone was harmed by the old man in the black robe.
Lao Hu and A Ling saw Zhang Qi's determination and expressed their support. Lao Hu shouted, "Brother, be careful! A Ling and I will try our best to hold off these zombies!"
His voice carried a hint of solemnity, as if bidding farewell to a warrior about to embark on a perilous path.
A Ling added, "Zhang Qi, you must return safely. That old man in the black robe is very sinister."
She took out a small talisman from her pocket and handed it to Zhang Qi. "Take this; it might protect you."
Zhang Qi accepted the talisman with gratitude, nodding appreciatively. He took a deep breath, tightly gripping his weapon, disregarding life and death. Relying on his courage and agility, he navigated through the Zombie Horde with great difficulty.
He dodged left and right, sometimes crouching to avoid the zombies' claws, other times sidestepping the foul-smelling bodies lunging at him.
Every step was fraught with danger; each evasion felt like dancing on the edge of death. Yet his gaze remained resolute, with only one belief in his heart: to stop the old man in the black robe and save everyone.
As Zhang Qi struggled forward, the old man in the black robe was closely watching him. A smirk of disdain curled at the corners of his mouth as he thought to himself, "This kid thinks he can break through my zombie formation? He's simply overestimating himself. Once I deal with him, I'll take care of the others, and the secrets of this ancient tomb will be mine forever."
It turned out that the old man was a member of an ancient evil organization that had been searching for this tomb. According to legend, a powerful evil force was sealed within it. If released and controlled, it could dominate the entire world.
The intrusion of Zhang Qi and his companions disrupted his meticulously planned scheme to unseal this evil power alone, so he decided to eliminate them first.
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