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At that moment, the remaining members of Wang Batian's gang realized that the old man in the black robe was not invincible. They understood that if they did not cooperate, they would all perish here.
In the dire situation of the Daxing'anling Ancient Tomb, the desire to survive overshadowed all past grievances.
Wang Batian's trusted aide, Liu Damazi, stepped forward. He had a face full of flesh and a long scar running across his face, which glimmered like a winding centipede under the eerie green phosphorescence, exuding an air of menace.
With a hint of reluctance, he shouted, "Let's stop fighting for now and deal with this old monster together, or we'll all die!"
His voice sounded like a broken gong—unpleasant but particularly loud in the tense atmosphere.
His eyes flickered with unwillingness and helplessness. He had originally hoped to make a fortune in this ancient tomb but was now faced with the terrifying black-robed elder and a Zombie Horde. At this moment, he had no choice but to lower his stance and seek cooperation.
Lao Hu frowned, still resentful about their previous misdeeds. The memory of their ambush and theft made him want to confront them again.
Images flashed through his mind: Wang Batian's gang had taken advantage of their unpreparedness, suddenly attacking and stealing some precious artifacts they had painstakingly found while injuring several of his brothers. Yet he also understood the necessity of cooperation at this moment. Gritting his teeth, he replied, "Fine, but don't try any tricks! If you dare to pull something after we deal with this trouble, we'll settle both new and old scores!"
His gaze held a warning as he tightly gripped the dagger in his hand, its blade still stained with zombie flesh and blood, as if to say that betrayal would not be tolerated.
His chest heaved violently, revealing his inner anger and struggle.
Liu Damazi snorted, "What time is it? We know what's important."
He turned to his subordinates and shouted, "Stop dawdling! Follow their lead; let's get through this crisis first."
Though his subordinates still wore hesitant expressions, they nodded in agreement and tightened their grips on their weapons.
Thus, both sides temporarily set aside their hatred to jointly confront the Zombie Horde and the old man in the black robe.
They began to coordinate with each other. Lao Hu shouted loudly, "We need some people to attract the zombies' attention while others take the opportunity to attack their joints. Move quickly!"
With that, he charged towards the Zombie Horde, deliberately making a loud noise, waving his dagger to lead the zombies after him.
As he ran, he occasionally turned back to taunt the zombies, "Come on, you ugly monsters, follow me!"
His steps were agile and nimble, as if he were dancing with death.
One of Wang Batian's subordinates, Slim Monkey, though usually timid and fearful, mustered his courage and followed along, clutching a thick wooden stick and nervously swaying near the zombies to help divert their attention.
Slim Monkey's legs felt weak; he was practically dragging his feet as he walked, muttering, "Buddha bless, Buddha bless..."
A Ling was at the back, fully exerting her witchcraft to disrupt the old man in the black robe.
She closed her eyes tightly, chanting incantations while her hands swiftly traced complex gestures in the air. The talismans in her hands flickered with a faint light, growing stronger with her spells.
Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, her hair damp and sticking to her cheeks, with droplets falling continuously from her chin.
Her body trembled slightly as if under immense pressure, but she dared not relax for a moment, fighting with all her might against the evil power of the old man. Her mind was filled with memories of her master’s teachings on witchcraft, striving to execute every incantation and gesture with precision.
Professor Li was also busy; he carefully observed the movements of the zombies and stone Beast from the side, trying to identify more weaknesses.
He shouted while observing, "Everyone, pay attention! The necks of these zombies seem to be particularly vulnerable; attacking there might yield better results!"
His glasses reflected tiny glimmers of light in the dim surroundings, his gaze focused and determined. Despite being in danger, he was doing his best to help everyone with his knowledge.
He crouched down, carefully studying the traces left by the zombies on the ground, trying to find patterns in their movements.
With everyone's cooperation, the situation gradually began to turn around.
The attacks from the Zombie Horde were no longer as relentless as before. The old man in the black robe was also experiencing some interference from A Ling, causing the light from his staff to flicker erratically and his control over the zombies to weaken slightly.
Lao Hu seized an opportunity, dashing toward a zombie in a single leap. He raised his dagger high and plunged it into the zombie's neck. The moment the blade struck, the zombie lost its ability to move and collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Well done, Lao Hu!" Zhang Qi shouted from the side, also looking for an opportunity to attack the old man in black.
Seeing this scene, Slim Monkey felt a surge of courage. He boldly swung a wooden stick at a zombie's leg joint. The zombie stumbled, and another one of Wang Batian's subordinates took advantage of the moment to slash at the zombie's neck with a knife, successfully taking down one more.
"Haha, we can do this too!" Slim Monkey exclaimed excitedly, his fear diminishing somewhat.
But everyone knew this was only temporary; a greater crisis loomed ahead. They had to muster their strength and completely eliminate the old man in black and these terrifying zombies to achieve true safety.
The old man in black roared in anger, intensifying his incantation in an attempt to regain control of the situation. The sinister chant echoed through the tomb passage like a curse from hell, casting another layer of shadow over everyone's hearts.
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