"Hold fast."

With Xu Zidong taking point, the Ancient Ink Camp took up their battle formations, using their autonomous realm power to hold the Zombie Ghostly Immortals back!

But the number of Zombie Ghostly Immortals only grew and grew, like a hive of locusts intent on overwhelming the eight Ancient Ink Camp members.

If there were but a few dozen, they could still be dealt with. But the swarm of Zombie Ghostly Immortals far exceeded that.

They knew no fear, and mindlessly marched on like hungry wolves intent on their prey. They had no weaknesses, and had to be blown up into pulp. They would only cease when the immortal designs within their bodies were broken beyond repair.

Each of them was like an elite xuan immortal.

"Wu Yu, if we cannot hold on, we might need your strength!"

Wu Yu was still smashing green stones. He moved at a frenzied pace, so the Zombie Ghostly Immortals could not catch him for now. But as their numbers continued to multiply, he might be swamped.

"Don't worry!"

For now, Wu Yu was pretty confident. He glanced at the number of green Zombie Ghostly Immortals in the hall and quickly...