Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2930 - 2929: General Corpse Slave

Dracula, the Vampire Prince who had undergone eight hundred years of cultivation, stood before this ancient and mysterious palace.

His gaze, like two frigid stars in the void, was fixed upon the time-worn General’s Tomb.

Its tombstone was, in fact, the Dark Gate.

Engraved upon it were runes that defied comprehension, appearing as a gateway to another realm.

A sudden chill wind swept past, rustling his silver hair and disturbing the surrounding water, immersing the atmosphere in an unsettling aura.

With a forceful stomp, Dracula propelled himself forward like an apparition, unleashing a heavy blow upon the Dark Gate concealed behind the tombstone.

Bounty hunters and martial artists from the Ancient European Country erupted in excited shouts.

"Charge!"

"The treasures are within our grasp!"

"Charge!"

They surged forward in Dracula's wake, eager for entry.

"Boom!" A thunderous impact, as if space itself had been rent asunder.

Dracula's strike not only stunned all present but also activated the ancient, forbidden portal.

As if responding to the blow, the entire landscape underwent a drastic transformation.

The night sky, once clear, became obscured by a dense, inky fog that writhed and churned with an almost sentient quality, swallowing the stars and plunging the world into disarray.

The surroundings blurred, as if the entire world had been draped in an enigmatic veil.

What followed was even more chilling.

The placid water currents began to churn violently, their flow becoming a furious torrent driven by an unseen force, generating massive waves that crashed against everyone.

The sound of the roiling water mingled with a low, resonant rumble, reminiscent of an ancient beast's roar, signaling impending doom.

At that precise moment, an eerie sound echoed from the depths of the earth, as if countless entities were breaking through the surface.

Soon, numerous contorted figures and ghastly General Corpse Slaves emerged from the ground. Their desiccated skin, burning crimson eyes, and the putrid stench emanating from their bodies were clear indications of their transformation into undead abominations by a malevolent power.

Upon their appearance, these General Corpse Slaves immediately focused their attention on all the intruders.

With guttural roars, they charged on all fours toward the assembled group, their speed astonishing and their presence terrifying.

Each stride caused the earth to tremble, and each clawed swipe generated a piercing wind, capable of tearing the air and sending shivers down the spine.

Witnessing this horrifying spectacle, both the seasoned bounty hunters and the ostensibly confident martial artists from the Ancient European Country displayed a level of terror they had never known.

Fear and a flicker of desperation warred in their eyes as they confronted an unparalleled trial of survival on this cursed ground.

The air grew heavy, saturated with the scent of blood and pure despair.

"Lord Dracula, what are these abominations?" a martial artist from the Ancient European Country inquired, his voice trembling.

Dracula responded with grim solemnity, "I warned you, there are treasures here, but also unimaginable dangers."

"This is merely the initial peril. Should you overcome this trial, surviving these General Corpse Slaves, only then will you be deemed worthy to enter the Ancient Ruins."

The Dark Gate before them served as both the portal to the General’s Tomb and the tombstone itself.

However, its activation required a sacrifice: blood staining the tombstone, specifically the blood of the General’s most beloved.

Naturally, the bounty hunters and martial artists from the Ancient European Country were oblivious to this crucial detail.

They perceived it as a standard trial.

"Everyone, consolidate! Only by uniting can we effectively repel these corpse slaves," the leader of the bounty hunter contingent, a Second Heavenly Realm Martial Artist, commanded the group.

As seasoned bounty hunters, their combat experience was extensive.

After a brief moment of apprehension, they responded with immediate action.

They regrouped, forming a defensive formation. While this defensive array wasn't as sophisticated as the Five Elements Xuanwu Formation previously imparted to the Dragon Country War Department by Lin Dong,

it offered a significant advantage over facing the threat individually.

Among the martial artists from the Ancient European Country, however, a lack of combat experience led to widespread panic, with some even attempting to flee.

"Swish!" A Sect Master Martial Artist from the Ancient European Country, gazing at the relentless stream of General Corpse Slaves emerging from the earth, was utterly petrified.

His will to fight and his desire for treasure evaporated entirely.

"Whoosh!" He employed his movement technique, endeavoring to escape the terrifying scene.

Yet, fate appeared unwilling to release him so easily.

As he leaped into the air, seeking to put distance between himself and the nightmarish battlefield, a dark projectile shot from the shadows with blinding speed, akin to black lightning, traversing the sky instantaneously to strike the Sect Master’s vital point.

The projectile was a Flying Corpse, a variant of the General Corpse Slave. It possessed a vaguely humanoid form, but its physique was more imposing, its muscles grotesquely knotted, exuding an otherworldly power.

Most astonishingly, a pair of colossal black wings, spanning several meters when unfurled, sprouted from its back, each beat generating airflow powerful enough to rend the very fabric of space.

The Flying Corpse moved with speed beyond comprehension, surpassing the speed of sound manifold, crossing a thousand meters in a mere instant to confront the Sect Master.

Its eyes blazed like infernos, radiating malevolence and scorn, as if capable of perceiving the vulnerabilities of all living beings.

Before the Sect Master could even register the threat, the Flying Corpse thrust out its razor-sharp claws.

These menacing talons, translucent yet imbued with the might to tear through steel, gleamed ominously in the moonlight like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, relentlessly raking towards the Sect Master.

In a fleeting moment, the Sect Master’s vaunted impregnable Protective Qi was effortlessly shredded, followed swiftly by the Flying Corpse’s claws plunging into his chest, precipitating a crimson bloom of blood.

Bewilderment and sheer terror contorted the Sect Master’s visage; he was silenced before his Life Fire flickered out, his form collapsing lifelessly, akin to a desiccated leaf surrendering to the earth.

Having delivered this fatal blow, the Flying Corpse made no delay, ascending once more into the heavens, vanishing into the oppressive darkness, instantly becoming a phantom of dread upon the chaotic battlefield.

The comrades of the fallen Sect Master grew ashen, their faces etched with stark horror.

"What manner of creature is that? Its velocity is utterly overwhelming. Perchance only those at the Heavenly Realm of Cultivation could hope to evade its pursuit," stammered an Earth Realm Martial Artist, his lips trembling with profound terror.

Concurrently, a multitude of General Corpse Slaves emerged from the subterranean depths, their crimson eyes aflame, like predators observing intruders within their hallowed, forbidden domain.

"Whoosh!"

En masse, the General Corpse Slaves surged forward, charging towards the beleaguered martial artists.