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Just when everyone felt despair, Zhang Qi discovered a flaw during his confrontation with the old man in the black robe.
In the ancient tomb of Daxing'anling, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe, and the shadow of death seemed ready to engulf them all at any moment.
The eerie green phosphorescence flickered on the walls of the tomb passage, illuminating the weary and terrified faces of the group.
Zhang Qi's eyes were fixed on the old man in the black robe, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, yet he dared not let his attention waver for even a moment.
His clothes were already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his back. The wound on his arm trembled slightly from exertion, sending sharp pangs of pain through him, but he paid it no mind.
He noticed that when the old man chanted spells, the light at the tip of his staff would briefly flicker and dim. This subtle change was like a glimmer of dawn in the darkness, keenly captured by Zhang Qi.
"Now's my chance!" Zhang Qi silently shouted in his heart. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated all his strength into his legs and arms.
His legs sprang forth like tightly coiled springs, propelling him toward the old man in the black robe like an arrow released from a bow. His muscular legs pushed off forcefully against the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The shovel in his hand was raised high, cutting through the air with a whoosh that echoed harshly in the silent tomb passage, resembling the wail of death itself.
The old man sensed danger and a flicker of panic crossed his face. His eyes, hidden beneath the shadow of his robe, widened in surprise as his previously steady chanting faltered for a moment. Yet, being experienced, he quickly sidestepped to avoid Zhang Qi's attack.
Still, Zhang Qi's strike grazed his arm, tearing a gash in the black robe. The dark fabric fell away to reveal withered skin beneath, marked by strange black patterns that exuded an eerie aura.
"Well done, Zhang Qi!" Lao Hu shouted excitedly from behind as he witnessed this scene.
His voice became hoarse with excitement, and a spark of hope reignited in his eyes. He raised his already dulled dagger high and swung it forcefully, as if cheering for Zhang Qi while also challenging the old man in the black robe.
The unexpected counterattack boosted the morale of the Protagonist Team. The exhausted members felt as if they had been injected with a shot of adrenaline, their fighting spirit reignited.
A Ling's previously pale face now flushed with a hint of color. Clutching the few remaining talismans tightly in her hand, her murmured incantations grew louder and more powerful.
Professor Li adjusted his dusty glasses, his eyes sparkling with surprise and satisfaction. He muttered softly, "This child is truly remarkable!"
Meanwhile, the old man in the black robe was seething with rage, his eyes hidden beneath the cloak flickering with flames of anger.
"You ants dare to hurt me!" he roared, his voice echoing through the tomb passage, causing everyone’s ears to ring.
He then wildly waved his staff, commanding the Zombie Horde to attack even more frantically.
The zombies surged forward like demons unleashed, their claws outstretched towards the group, creating an even more terrifying scene.
The previously sluggish zombies now moved with alarming speed, their eyes glowing with an eerie red light as they emitted bone-chilling roars.
Zhang Qi steadied himself, gasping for breath as his chest heaved like an old bellows.
He knew this was only a temporary victory.
Shouting to Lao Hu and the others, he urged, "Everyone, don’t let your guard down! This old fool won’t give up easily!"
His gaze was resolute and determined; despite his extreme fatigue, his spirit remained highly focused, ready to face the even fiercer battle ahead.
He gripped the shovel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain, and the veins on his arms bulging like small blue snakes.
At that moment, the remaining members of Wang Batian's gang huddled in a corner, their expressions shifting as they realized the old man in the black robe was not invincible. One of them, a man named Zhao San, muttered softly, "This old guy in black isn't unbeatable. Shouldn't we do something?"
His face was a mask of hesitation laced with fear, his gaze darting between the black-robed elder and the Protagonist Team.
Another member responded nervously, "But we were just fighting them. Can they trust us?"
His body trembled slightly, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon, which glinted coldly in the dim light.
Though their voices were low, the words could still be faintly heard in the silence of the tomb passage.
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