After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1368

Qin He moved swiftly, blocking Zhao Xiaojia's path.

Demonic energy condensed into a fine needle at his fingertips, pointing directly at Wu Gou's brow, and he said coldly, "Tell me, who exactly are you?"

Wu Gou coughed up blood, clutching his chest, but his eyes remained crazed. He leaned on his curved sword, trying to get up: "Who am I? I am a death squad member of the Long family!"

Qin He raised an eyebrow and suddenly inserted a fine needle into his fingertip.

The True Word Technique was activated silently, without dazzling light; only a wisp of demonic energy seeped into Wu Gou's sea of ​​consciousness through his brow.

Wu Gou froze, the madness in his eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by a numb clarity, as if all emotions had been drained away: "I am a death squad member raised by the Long family, number 273."

"I infiltrated the group to cooperate with the family's sacrifice. Once we've dealt with you sacrifices, we can go back and collect our reward."

"I thought this would be an easy job, but I never expected... that even we suicide soldiers would become cannon fodder who were abandoned."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a deep-seated sorrow: "Once we reach the sacrificial site, if we draw a clear line between ourselves and the family, we might still be accepted back and able to return alive."

"Go back? Go back where?!" Zhou Shan roared in fury, pointing his axe at him and yelling, "The Long family can't even protect itself, and you're still dreaming of the future!"

Zhao Xiaojia picked up the talisman from the ground, his face flushed with anger: "Are you crazy? Everyone here is going to die, including the Long family! You tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, and now you're just making things worse!"

Wu Gou's eyes flickered, as if he wanted to object, but the truth spell suppressed him, and he could only repeat, "I want to go back... I must go back..."

"Stubborn!"

Zhou Shan roared and swung his axe down with a powerful gust of wind.

"Die!" Liu Yu'er thrust out her silver sword at the same time, the sword light as sharp as a bolt of lightning.

Zhao Xiaojia raised his hand and threw out the last Flame Talisman, which exploded in flames.

Before Wu Gou could even scream, his body was struck by the axe blade, the silver sword pierced his chest, and the flames from the exploding talisman enveloped him.

Blood splattered, staining the bluestone slabs of the Black Shield Battle Platform red.

The fate of these assassins seems to be predetermined from the moment they are taken in.

The powerful clans viewed them as tools, using them in every way when they were useful and discarding them at will when they were no longer needed, without even a shred of pity.

Some of these suicide soldiers were brainwashed to the point of numbness, while others clung to vain hopes, but ultimately none of them could escape the fate of becoming cannon fodder.

As soon as Wu Gou's body fell, a suction force enveloped him.

In just over ten breaths, his body visibly withered away.

The flesh rotted rapidly, turning black and stinking. The once robust body quickly became skin and bones.

After a while, the bones began to weather and turn into fine dust.

It was as if thousands of years had passed in an instant, and the once vibrant lives were reduced to nothing but ashes.

A gust of demonic energy swept by, and the ashes scattered with the wind, vanishing without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The way the Shadow Demon eats is truly terrifying to the extreme.

Meanwhile, at the Long family's place...

As food that was far more "appetizing" than that from Qinhe, the Long family members became the main targets of the Demon Shadow's attention.

The crimson chains, like wildly growing vines, weaved and entangled through the crowd.

Each time a chain binds a person, their spiritual light rapidly dims, their body visibly withers, and they turn into skeletons in just a few breaths. In the end, even their bones are absorbed by the chains, leaving only a wisp of smoke.

In a short period of time, half of the Long family members have fallen.

Screams, pleas, and curses mingled together; the once invincible Yunlai clan had now become lambs to the slaughter.

On the bronze warship, the old man in purple robes leaned against the gunwale, his breath long since gone.

His face still held the last traces of fear and self-mockery, desolate and regretful, as if mocking his own foolishness in believing the Long family's lies.

A powerful expert from the Other Shore Realm was betrayed and killed here because of his trust.

In fact, he and the Long family were old friends.

His dying roar seemed to still echo in the air: "The Long family! Stupid as pigs! Making a deal with the devil has harmed both themselves and others! You reap what you sow, ha ha... ha ha ha!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was bound by a blood-red chain and instantly turned into a skeleton.

The scene descended into complete chaos.

Everyone was plunged into near despair. Some fled frantically, only to be caught by the crimson chains; some tried to fight back, but their attacks landed on the demonic shadows without even causing a ripple; others collapsed to the ground, giving up the struggle and awaiting death.

The young men and women of the Long family had long lost their former high spirits.

They huddled together, their faces filled with terror, watching their clansmen fall one by one, and couldn't help but cry out, "Ancestor! Help! Ancestor!"

"Ancestor, please think of a way! We don't want to die!"

"Ancestor, stop all of this immediately!"

On the stone platform, Long Qingyun's withered body swayed slightly.

The crimson flame in its eye sockets hesitated for a moment, seemingly touched for a second by these innocent pleas.

But in just a moment, that hesitation was completely dispelled, replaced by an even colder resolve.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse yet carrying an undeniable authority that echoed throughout the entire sea: "Why are you crying? To die for my return to the Holy Realm is your honor."

"The Long family needs strong individuals, needs Saint-level experts to oversee things. Is it worth sacrificing you all for the future of the family?"

"As for this Demon Lord, it was bound to awaken. I was just going with the flow. The world is a dog-eat-dog world. You were devoured by it, so you can only blame your bad luck."

He paused, the fire in his eyes flickering, and said with a hint of feigned apology, "I admit that things went beyond expectations, causing you all to suffer undeserved misfortune. I can apologize, but I will not repent. This world is just that cruel."

"For the Holy Realm, for the glory of the Long family, I would sacrifice not only you, but even the entire Yunlai City!"

These words pierced everyone's heart like an ice pick.

The pleading on the faces of the Long family members froze, replaced by utter despair and anger.

They finally realized that their revered ancestor had long since gone astray.

To regain his strength, he was willing to sacrifice everything, including the core elites of the family and those who had once contributed to the Long family.

The demonic shadow seemed quite pleased with Long Qingyun's "sensibility," and the black mist around it surged even more fiercely, while the attacks of the blood-red chains became even more intense.

Another batch of Long family cultivators fell, turning into withered bones.

Zhou Shan looked at Long Qingyun on the stone platform and trembled with rage: "This old bastard is absolutely insane!"

Liu Yu'er gripped her silver sword tightly, her brows furrowed: "He has completely gone mad, his mind clouded by the power of the Holy Realm."

Qin He watched all this calmly, his fingertips subtly circulating demonic energy.