Chapter 1275 - 1272: Necromancer Clan

"Why go back to the lair?"

Everyone was puzzled as well.

Xin Yun smiled and said, "Of course I know."

The crowd turned to look at her.

Su Yao also wanted to know, "Stop keeping us in suspense, speak up."

Xin Yun stuck out her tongue and said, "The Snowy Shadow Domain opens once every ten years, and the open time lasts for a year, not three months."

Everyone was shocked, as none of them knew.

Xin Yun said, "Three months is the limit; during this time, Shanhai Beasts and Ghost Beasts will hide away and return to their lairs to sleep. After three months, the Necromancer Clan will surge onto the lands of the Snowy Shadow Domain, harvesting lives. So! We must leave after three months."

Everyone was astonished.

Necromancer Clan?

Qin Wushuang's face turned grim, "It's actually the Necromancer Clan."

Jiang Haotian asked, "Brother Wushuang, how much do you know about the Necromancer Clan?"

Qin Wushuang said, "I also read about it in a secret tome; the Necromancer Clan actually belongs to the Heavenly Ghost lineage. It's rumored that in ancient times, a powerful Heavenly Ghost coupled with a human, producing a monstrous baby. That baby's growth eventually strengthened its bloodline, developing into what is now the Necromancer Clan."

"The records state that the Necromancer Clan acts wickedly, sweeping through every living being seen in the Shanhai Realm, leaving devastation in its wake."

"But in ancient times, roughly seventy or eighty thousand years ago, there was a great war. The top-tier Yin-Yang Practitioners waged war, exterminating the Necromancer Clan completely."

Qin Wushuang knew only limited information.

Everyone was shocked by the Necromancer Clan's origin, and that in ancient times it was a peak clan.

Qin Wushuang said, "Actually, the Necromancer Clan also goes by another name, you all might know it—one of the Ten Ancient Evils, Rakshasa."

Xin Yun asked in surprise, "Rakshasa refers to the Necromancer Clan?"

Qin Wushuang nodded, "But Rakshasa is an exceptionally terrifying presence within the Necromancer Clan. Ordinary members of the clan naturally can't be called Rakshasa."

Someone laughed, "Alright, we need to hurry and cultivate. We have just over a month left, and I estimate that after we leave, the Necromancer Clan will appear."

The Purple Guard went to the edge of Coral Cave to start training.

The others nodded one after another; this opportunity was too precious, and by the time the Necromancer Clan appears, everyone will have retreated.

Jiang Haotian asked his brother, "How long has Jiang Zhongcheng been gone?"

Jiang Haoyue said, "Half a day."

Jiang Haotian frowned, "Could there be any problems?"

Jiang Haoyue laughed, "Brother, don't worry. Although Chu Hao has Xiao Bai by his side, you know Jiang Zhongcheng's strength; not even you can match him."

Jiang Haotian nodded slightly; it wasn't that he didn't trust Jiang Zhongcheng, but that he worried Chu Hao might flee.

Jiang Haotian said, "Focus on training here. In a month, breaking through to Perfect Yin-Yang Master is definitely possible."

Jiang Haoyue said, "Brother, you should put in the effort too. After we get out this time, you'll surely become the Yin-Yang King."

Jiang Haotian smiled mildly, and the two brothers chose a place to start training.

Time passed bit by bit, and at night, a scream startled everyone.

"Where is Little Fan?" a Purple Guard exclaimed.

The Purple Guard who was closest to the cave's edge, Little Fan, suddenly disappeared.

A girl was a bit anxious and said, "Did any of you hear a scream just now?"

Many nodded.

"Qin Wushuang, you were closest to Little Fan—why did he disappear?" Xin Yun asked.

Qin Wushuang shook his head; he was immersed in the joy of cultivation, unlikely to pay attention to others.

"Creak! Creak!"

A hair-raising sound, something was gnawing on something.

The sound was crisp, as if a dog was gnawing on a bone.

Everyone felt a chill.

Almost simultaneously, they looked towards the life-surging cave.

Something was thrown up, and the girls screamed, even Shen Qian was quite frightened.

Because that was a bloodied head.

The earlier sound was not a dog gnawing on bones; it was something gnawing on human bones!

The severed head belonged to the Purple Guard, Little Fan, who had screamed earlier and disappeared.

Cold sweat drenched everyone; Little Fan's corpse was mangled beyond recognition, and those present couldn't help but retch.

They saw, from deep within, a ghastly white hand, and something crawled out.

In the dark of night, the moonlight was exceptionally bright, almost revealing the entire appearance of the monster.

It stood upright like a human, its face grotesque beyond belief, like rotten flesh squeezed together, and its teeth in its mouth were as distinct as a saw.

Dead fish-like white eyes, sharp and terrifying, with pointed ears like those of a Dragon.

The creature's appearance was indeed terrifying.

Qin Wushuang exclaimed, "Necromancer Clan!"

Everyone was taken aback; the Necromancer Clan appeared.

Wasn't it said they wouldn't appear until three months later?

This year when Snowy Shadow Domain is open is precisely when the Necromancer Clan emerges, but no one expected them to appear so early.

Fortunately, everyone here was no pushover—they were Shanhai Realm's top geniuses, and someone immediately took action.

A young Purple Guard wielded a Long Spear in his hand, the gun body flashing with talismanic imprints, piercing fiercely.

"Pfft!"

The Necromancer Clan's chest was penetrated, and it fell straight down.

The Purple Guard sneered, "What's this Necromancer Clan—I'd thought you really couldn't die."

The crowd also regained their composure from the earlier panic; though the Necromancer Clan was frightening, it wasn't to the point of rendering all clueless.

After all, they were elite geniuses.

Little Fan probably was too careless, allowing the Necromancer Clan to drag him into the cave.

Su Yao murmured, "Zhang Han's spoken danger—could it be this?"

The crowd was stunned; Chu Hao had warned them, yet no one believed him.

The Purple Guard who killed the Necromancer Clan said, "What's to fear? It's merely the Necromancer Clan—who knows how many experts are at the center of Coral Island, even the Yin Yang Emperor is there. It's just the Necromancer Clan driven from Shanhai Realm—what waves can they stir?"

"Pfft!"

The young Purple Guard's eyes widened; he looked down at his chest, at his heart—it was bloodied, his heart had been dug out.

With his last strength, the Purple Guard turned, only to see the Necromancer Clan he'd pierced earlier standing again, having gouged out his heart.

The Purple Guard fell straight down, unwilling to die this way.

Everyone's face turned pale.

Even pierced through, it could still rise; what exactly is this Necromancer Clan?

Everyone took action one after another, various Yin-Yang Techniques and weapons rained upon the Necromancer Clan, turning it into a mass of rotten flesh, dead as dead can be.

"Is it dead?" Xin Yun was somewhat frightened.

Qin Wushuang looked at the corpses of two Purple Guards, his face grim, "Leave here quickly."

The crowd departed, and Xin Yun turned to see Necromancer Clan members crawling out one after another from below the cave, lifting their heads to luxuriate in the moonlight, reveling in it.

Xin Yun exclaimed, "So many Necromancer Clan members."

"Quickly, let's go," Shen Qian said.

The crowd fled; this place was too dangerous, who knows how many Necromancer Clan members appeared.