webnovelfull Chapter 552
Chapter 552
The ancient corpse continued to slowly approach the group, its heavy footsteps each one seeming to pound on their hearts, causing their heartbeats to quicken.
Zhang Qilin's figure appeared like a ghost, instantly arriving beside the ancient corpse.
The black gold ancient sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, and a chilling aura emanated from its blade.
His eyes revealed unparalleled calmness and focus, and every movement was fluid and precise.
He leaped high into the air, his black and gold ancient sword wielding immense power as he slashed towards the ancient corpse's neck.
This strike contained his years of training and combat experience, and its power was immense.
However, the ancient corpse seemed to have anticipated this, slightly shifting its body to the side and easily avoiding the fatal blow.
After landing, Zhang Qilin quickly adjusted his posture and prepared to attack again. His eyes showed no sign of retreat, but were instead full of fighting spirit.
Despite everyone's best efforts, using all sorts of moves and weapons, the black ancient corpse seemed to be an invincible entity, almost immune to their attacks.
No matter how the flames burned, how the bullets shot, or how the weapons slashed and smashed, it remained completely unharmed.
Its enormous body continued to move forward steadily, each step causing the ground to tremble, as if proclaiming its dominance to the world.
Despair and helplessness gradually enveloped everyone's hearts.
Their attacks were ineffective, while the ancient corpse drew ever closer, the shadow of death like an invisible net, tightly enveloping them.
Sweat poured down everyone's foreheads, and their breathing became rapid and heavy.
Their eyes revealed fear and confusion; they didn't know how to deal with their desperate situation.
Are they really going to die here? A sense of despair rose in everyone's hearts, but they were unwilling to give up and continued to struggle on, searching for a glimmer of hope.
Just when everyone was feeling hopeless, a resolute look flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes. He knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, and there was no room for hesitation.
He took a deep breath, and the energy within his body began to surge wildly. The flames of the Molten Gold True Flame grew even more intense, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply, as if it were about to ignite the entire cave.
"Step aside!"
Zhang Hao roared, his voice resounding through the cave like a great bell, filled with boundless majesty and power.
The crowd instinctively stepped back, making room for him.
Zhang Hao flashed forward, rushing towards the black ancient corpse like a golden lightning bolt.
He was incredibly fast, creating a gust of wind that sent dust flying everywhere.
The moment he approached the ancient corpse, the Molten Gold True Flame in Zhang Hao's hand condensed into a huge flaming longsword.
The long sword emitted a dazzling light, like the radiance of the sun, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at it.
Zhang Hao gripped the long sword tightly with both hands and, with all his might, slashed fiercely at the ancient corpse's chest.
This strike contained all his power and determination, carrying an aura of world destruction.
With a deafening roar, the flaming longsword struck the ancient corpse squarely in the chest.
The powerful force caused the ancient corpse's body to tremble slightly, and cracks began to appear on its hard skin under the scorching heat of the Molten Gold True Flame.
Black smoke kept billowing out of the cracks, as if the evil power within the ancient corpse was being dispelled.
The ancient corpse let out a painful roar, its voice filled with anger and resentment.
It swung its enormous arm, aiming to smash down at Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao, agile as a ghost, easily dodged the ancient corpse's attack.
He gathered his strength again, preparing to launch the next attack.
This time, Zhang Hao gave the ancient corpse no chance.
He constantly shifted his position, moving swiftly around the ancient corpse. The molten gold flames in his hands rained down on the ancient corpse, each attack worsening its injuries.