Chapter 976 - 362: He... Is About to Turn Around!

These black-robed figures can feel pain.

"Ugh—!"

One of the black-robed figures was hit on the arm by Lu Jiuyuan’s Sword Aura, the wound deep enough to see the bone, blood splattering.

He let out a stifled groan of pain he couldn’t suppress.

Staggering back, his eyes, besides fanaticism, also contained a touch of instinctive fear.

In another direction, Lin Yu’s Longsword struck the back of a black-robed figure.

The person’s body bent violently like a bow, also letting out a short cry of pain, and his movements noticeably slowed.

"These black-robed figures might be real people, don’t kill them all, leave some alive!!!"

Yan Lin’s sharp shout sounded like an ice spring breaking out, instantly echoing through the chaotic hall!

Her voice immediately drew the attention of both battling sides.

The blazing red flames around Jiang Wei momentarily halted, the scorching temperature instantaneously diminishing by a substantial amount.

For fear of incinerating the people in front of her completely.

Her eyes, like red gemstones, glanced at Yan Lin, carrying a hint of inquiry.

Wei Banmeng forced back the enemy in front of her with a slash, her icy gaze instantly locking onto Yan Lin, urgently asking, "President Yan! What’s going on below? Where is Qingzi?!"

"Chen Yuanshan and the Cross have disappeared, and Captain Fang seems to have gone with them."

Yan Lin spoke rapidly, her gaze sweeping over the black-robed figures like lightning, her tone intensifying once again.

"Don’t kill them all! These are living people! Keep them alive! They know more than the Corpse Puppets might!"

"Did you hear? Capture them alive!"

Old Chu listened without hesitation, immediately giving a stern order, his voice spreading throughout the scene.

At the same time, Wei Banmeng quickly grasped Yan Lin’s intent.

She wanted to extract some intelligence from these living people.

Because Qingzi’s whereabouts were unknown at this moment!!!

Chu Kuanglan swept his Giant Sword horizontally, sending two charging black-robed figures flying, crashing into the wall with broken bones and tendons, deliberately avoiding vital areas.

His eyes bulging like copper bells, he shouted at the panic-stricken black-robed figures, "Did you hear? Surrender and you won’t be killed! Those mindless Corpse Puppet reinforcements from the Bauhinia Association have already been slaughtered by us! Resisting is a dead end!"

These words, like cold water splashed into boiling oil,

The over two hundred remaining black-robed figures’ offensive visibly stalled momentarily.

Though no one laid down their weapons, the fanatic fire in many eyes flickered violently.

Replaced by strong struggle and hesitation.

They exchanged glances, their movements became hesitant, and their formation showed signs of disorder.

This reaction formed a stark contrast to the Corpse Puppets, who previously attacked mechanically, regardless of casualties.

Yan Lin and Wei Banmeng exchanged a glance, both seeing confirmation in each other’s eyes.

They were undoubtedly alive!

And they weren’t completely brainwashed zealots.

At least they retained awareness and fear of death and the battle situation!

"Take action! Capture them alive as much as possible!"

Wei Banmeng commanded again.

With clear orders, the momentum of the Cyan Dragon Gang surged once again.

The offensive shifted from lethal slashing to fierce suppression and seizure.

The cutting edges of blades and swords avoided vital points, using the back of blades and sword spines to strike, or directly locking joints.

Under overwhelming strength and numbers.

The fight quickly turned into a hunt.

Thud! Thud!

The black-robed figures were knocked down and subdued one after another.

The sound of muffled groans echoed continuously.

In less than half an hour, the last bit of resistance was completely extinguished.

Of over two hundred black-robed figures, only about thirty were left with their joints dislocated and Qi Blood sealed.

Lying on the ground like lambs waiting for slaughter.

Their eyes showing a tinge of despair and fear, as well as a trace of distorted devotion.

Chu Kuanglan was the first to stride forward.

With a fan-like hand, he roughly tore off the hood from one of the figures.

A face that clearly belonged to a living middle-aged man, tinged with blood, was exposed to the air.

The skin was a normal yellow.

His eyes, though dazed and panic-stricken.

But his pupils were lively, nothing like the dead grayish-white of a Corpse Puppet.

"Damn it, they’re really living people!"

Chu Kuanglan spat, his gaze sweeping over the other captives, "Look! Not a single one looks like a dead person!"

Everyone’s gaze collectively focused on Yan Lin.

Yan Lin did not waste any words, parting the Lingxiao Association’s Martial Artist guards, walking straight to the group of captives.

She extended her slender, fair right hand, palm facing up.

A gentle, pure white light gradually brightened.

She held her palm half a foot above the head of a relatively dazed-looking captive.

"Look at it."

Yan Lin’s voice seemed to carry a charm, low and direct.

The captive instinctively raised his eyes to the white light.

Buzz—

The white light suddenly spread, enveloping the captive’s head instantly like ripples.

The captive’s body stiffened abruptly, pupils dilating instantly.

Then rapidly contracting, the struggle and fear in his eyes receded like the tide.

Replaced by an empty purity, almost fanatical submission.

"Master!"

The captive’s voice was hoarse but filled with sincere devotion.

He struggled to bow to Yan Lin but was restricted by the locking position.

He could only bend his neck and waist with all his might.

This scene sent a chill down everyone’s spine, including Wei Banmeng and Chu Kuanglan.

What kind of method was this?!

To instantly turn someone into an absolutely obedient puppet?!

Yan Lin ignored the surrounding suspicion, her face growing slightly pale, clearly, this kind of mental forcible control was greatly taxing.

Her icy gaze swept over the other captives, her voice carrying an undeniable authority: "The underground space collapsed, the Cross disappeared, that pit below, where does it lead?"

The faces of the more than thirty captives simultaneously showed immense confusion.