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As the battle continued, Professor Li finally made a new discovery.
He shouted excitedly, "These symbols are related to an ancient evil ritual! This old man in the black robe intends to harness the malevolent power within the tomb for some nefarious purpose, perhaps to unlock a powerful seal!"
His eyes sparkled with excitement; despite being in danger, he could hardly conceal his enthusiasm for unraveling the mystery.
In an era where information was relatively closed off and archaeological methods were limited, each new discovery felt like a glimmer of dawn after long searching in darkness.
Professor Li's face was marked with a mixture of dust and sweat, and his glasses were askew on his nose, but he paid no mind. He was completely absorbed in contemplating and interpreting his new findings, his fingers tracing the symbols on the wall as if trying to unearth more secrets from these ancient carvings.
The others were taken aback by his revelation.
Lao Hu's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "This old fool is truly malicious; he wants to unleash this evil force upon the world! We can't let him succeed."
As he spoke, he brandished his bloodied Broken Blade Dagger, which still had strands of decaying flesh clinging to it, making it appear particularly gruesome in the dimly lit tomb.
Lao Hu's gaze burned with fury, his chest heaving as each breath seemed to gather strength.
He kept a vigilant watch on the surrounding zombies, standing firmly with feet apart, resembling a seasoned warrior ready for the next round of battle. It was as if he was declaring to the zombies around him that as long as Lao Hu was present, they would not advance an inch.
A Ling furrowed her brow, her expression grave. "No wonder there's such a heavy aura of evil in this tomb; it turns out there are such secrets hidden here. If this malevolent power is unleashed, the consequences would be unimaginable; all of Daxing'anling could fall into disaster."
The talisman in her hand glowed ever dimmer, but she held on resolutely; she knew there could be no slackening now.
A Ling's lips trembled slightly, whether from exhaustion or fear, but her gaze remained exceptionally resolute.
Her long hair was somewhat disheveled, framing her cheeks, with a few strands dampened by sweat clinging to her pale skin, which only highlighted her tenacity.
At that moment, Zhang Qi was also gradually approaching the old man in the black robe. A flicker of surprise and anger crossed the old man's face; he seemed taken aback that Zhang Qi could break through the Zombie Horde to this extent.
"Hmph, kid, do you think you can stop me?" The old man said ominously, his voice echoing as if it came from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.
His face was hidden beneath the black robe, revealing only a pair of eyes gleaming with a ghostly light, resembling a hungry wolf lurking in the darkness.
Zhang Qi stood undaunted, glaring fiercely. "You villain, today is your end!"
He gripped the shovel tightly; despite his aching arms and wounds that continued to bleed, soaking his clothes against his skin, his momentum remained unyielding.
His legs were slightly bent, like a cheetah poised to pounce, every muscle in his body taut and ready to strike at any moment.
In this tense standoff, Professor Li continued to explain his findings. "If this ritual is completed, that evil force will consume all life, turning this land into a wasteland. This old man in the black robe must be a member of some evil organization, attempting to harness this power for his own selfish desires."
As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to illustrate the shapes of the symbols, trying to help everyone understand more intuitively. His voice had grown hoarse from prolonged tension and shouting but remained clear and powerful; each word struck like a bullet against the fear in everyone's hearts, making them acutely aware of the dire situation before them.
Lao Hu clenched his teeth upon hearing this. "We need to come up with a plan quickly; we must not only save ourselves but also protect the people of Daxing'anling."
He turned to A Ling. "A Ling, do you have any ideas?"
His eyes held a glimmer of hope and trust. Despite their brief acquaintance, in this life-and-death moment, he unhesitatingly placed his faith in A Ling.
A Ling pondered for a moment before saying, "My talisman is about to give out, but I can try to use witchcraft to disrupt that old man's incantation. However, I need you all to buy me some time."
A hint of determination shone in her eyes as she prepared to go all in.
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her focus, slowly gathering the remaining energy within her. Her hands began to form intricate seals while she chanted softly, her voice faint yet filled with power.
Meanwhile, Lao Hu charged fiercely toward the Zombie Horde, like a raging bull, using his body to shield A Ling from attacks. "A Ling, focus on your spell! I'll hold these guys off!" he shouted.
His figure darted through the Zombie Horde, each thrust of his dagger fueled by a deadly resolve.
Zhang Qi stood at the front, locked in a standoff with the old man in the black robe, waiting for A Ling to make her move. A crucial battle between life and death, good and evil was about to unfold.
Zhang Qi kept his eyes fixed on every movement of the old man, not daring to blink for fear of missing any opening. His heart raced, but he struggled to maintain steady breaths. The shovel in his hand trembled slightly from the tension as he awaited the perfect moment to strike a fatal blow against the old man.
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