Bright Sword: This unit is really ruthless

"Yan Luo" let out a shrill scream, and his body was swallowed by the golden sword light...

The cave returned to peace, with only Zhang Ling standing there, emitting a golden glow, like a god descending from heaven...

Suddenly, a voice came from the cave entrance: "Captain! Captain! Are you okay?"

It’s Xu Erniu!

The golden light on Zhang Ling's body slowly dissipated. He turned his head to look at the cave entrance and smiled.

"I'm fine..."

However, the moment he turned around, his face suddenly turned pale and a mouthful of blood spurted out...

Zhang Ling stood there in a daze, the firelight illuminating his terrified face. Xu Erniu fell to the ground, white foam pouring out of his mouth, his body twitching as if he had been electrocuted. The corpse who called himself "Yan Luo" stood behind Xu Erniu, emitting a terrifying black aura.

"Yan...Yan Luo?" Zhang Ling swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling violently. He forced himself to calm down and clenched the fire stick in his hand, as if it was his only weapon.

"Hehe..." The corpse let out a creepy laugh, and in its empty eye sockets, two dark green lights flickered, like ghost lights from hell. "After hundreds of years... someone finally came..."

Zhang Ling's heart sank. It seemed that this thing was not a good thing. He subconsciously took a step back and quickly scanned the cave, looking for an exit to escape or anything that could be used as a weapon.

"What...what do you want to do?" Zhang Ling asked bravely, trying his best to make his voice sound less scared.

"What?" The corpse laughed strangely again, "Of course... revenge!"

"Revenge?" Zhang Ling was stunned. "Who...who are you taking revenge on?"

The corpse did not answer, but slowly raised its withered arm and pointed at Zhang Ling. Its hoarse voice seemed to come from the depths of hell: "You... are my enemy!"

Zhang Ling became even more confused. He didn't even know this thing, so how could it be his enemy?

"You got the wrong person!" Zhang Ling said, "I don't know you at all!"

"Wrong person?" The corpse suddenly became furious, black energy surged, and it roared like a demon. "How could I have mistaken you? My hatred is unforgettable! I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes!"

After saying that, the corpse suddenly pounced towards Zhang Ling at an astonishing speed, like a black lightning.

Zhang Ling dodged quickly and was nearly caught by the corpse. He almost dropped the fire starter in his hand, which frightened him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn it, let's fight!" Zhang Ling knew he couldn't escape anymore and had to fight back!

He raised the tinder and burned the corpse.

"Ah——" The corpse let out a shrill scream, and the black gas quickly dissipated, revealing a withered body.

Under the light of the fire, Zhang Ling could see clearly that the corpse was covered with dense wounds, as if it had been bitten by some wild beast.

"You...who are you?" Zhang Ling asked again, full of doubts.

The corpse covered the burned area and rolled on the ground in pain, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

"I...I am...Zhao...Zhao..."

The corpse stopped struggling before it could finish its words, and its body became stiff and motionless.

"Zhao what?" Zhang Ling walked to the corpse in confusion and observed it carefully.

Suddenly, he noticed a strange mark on the corpse's wrist, like a...wolf head!

"Wolf head?" Zhang Ling was shocked and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Could it be that... this corpse is... a werewolf?

Just then, footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave, accompanied by noisy voices.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone in there?"

Zhang Ling's heart tightened and he quickly put out the fire and hid behind a huge rock.

He looked out through the cracks in the stone and saw a group of people dressed in ancient costumes walking in, holding torches and swords in their hands.

The leader was a burly man with a hideous scar on his face, looking ferocious.

"Battalion Commander, it looks like someone has been here." said a soldier, pointing to the mess on the ground.

"Yeah." The scarred man nodded and looked around the cave, "Be careful, don't get ambushed."

The soldiers walked into the cave carefully and looked around.

Zhang Ling hid behind a huge rock, not daring to breathe, feeling extremely nervous.

He didn't know where these people came from or what they were doing here.

At this moment, a soldier suddenly found Xu Erniu lying on the ground.

"Battalion commander, there's someone here!" the soldier shouted.

The man with the scar immediately came over to check on Xu Erniu's condition.

"He's still alive, just unconscious." The scarred man said, "Take him away."

Two soldiers lifted Xu Erniu up and prepared to leave the cave.

Zhang Ling was anxious. He couldn't bear to watch Xu Erniu being taken away by these people.

However, he was alone now and didn't know the background of these people. Any rash action would only put himself in danger.

At this moment, the scarred man's eyes suddenly fell on the huge rock where Zhang Ling was hiding.

"There seems to be someone there!" The scarred man pointed at the boulder and shouted, "Come out!"

Zhang Ling's heart sank, knowing that he was exposed. He took a deep breath and slowly walked out from behind the boulder.

"Who are you?" The scarred man stared at Zhang Ling fiercely and asked in a cold tone.

Zhang Ling looked at the scarred man and the ferocious soldiers behind him and knew that he was probably in great danger today.

He smiled bitterly and said, "I...I am a...lost person..."

Zhang Ling felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Damn it, it really is a corpse! The thing in front of him is more like a skeleton covered with human skin than a human. It is surrounded by black air. How can it have the breath of a living person?

Xu Erniu's screams were still echoing in the cave. Zhang Ling's heart was pounding. He forced himself to calm down and clenched the fire starter in his hand. He knew that things were getting serious now.

"Yan Luo? Who the hell are you trying to scare? I killed countless enemies on the battlefield. I have seen all kinds of monsters and demons." Zhang Ling roared in a stern but weak voice, trying to give himself courage.

"Battlefield?" The corpse who called himself Yan Luo uttered a creepy sneer, "Boy, have you ever seen a living dead?"

Before he finished speaking, the corpse suddenly rushed towards Zhang Ling at an astonishing speed. Zhang Ling dodged quickly and barely avoided the corpse's attack.

"Damn, this thing is so fast!" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly and lit another fire stick. With the faint light, he could clearly see the movements of the corpse.

Although the corpse moved quickly, its joints were stiff and its movements were clumsy, like a rusty machine.

"It seems that it is not without weaknesses!" Zhang Ling was delighted. He decided to take advantage of the corpse's weaknesses and deal with it.

While dodging the attacks of the corpses, he was looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

The space in the cave was small, which restricted the movement of the corpse. Zhang Ling took advantage of this and kept running around the coffin, keeping a certain distance from the corpse.

"Boy, you can't run away!" Yan Luo roared, his voice was like the cry of a night owl, which was frightening.

"Can't escape? Today I'll show you what a real master of running away is!" Zhang Ling taunted as he ran.

He noticed that the body's ankles seemed to be wrapped around something, which reminded him of the strangulation marks he had seen on the body's wrists before.

"Could it be..." Zhang Ling's heart moved, and a bold idea came to his mind.

He stopped abruptly and turned to face the body.

"Old Yan Luo, what is that treasure under your feet?" Zhang Ling asked deliberately.

Yan Luo was stunned and looked down at his ankle, only to see a thin iron chain wrapped around it, and the other end of the chain was connected to the bottom of the coffin.

"Damn it!" Yan Luo then realized that his range of movement was restricted. He roared angrily and tried desperately to break free from the chains.

"Hehe, it seems that you are not omnipotent!" Zhang Ling sneered. He grabbed a stone on the ground and smashed it hard on Yan Luo's ankle.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the iron chain broke.

Without the restraints of the chains, Yan Luo could move more freely. He pounced towards Zhang Ling again. This time, he was faster and stronger.

"Damn it, this is too big!" Zhang Ling cursed inwardly and dodged quickly.

However, Yan Luo's speed was too fast and Zhang Ling couldn't avoid him completely.

"Puchi!" With a dull sound, Yan Luo's sharp claws cut through Zhang Ling's clothes, leaving a deep bloody mark on his chest.

"Hiss——" Zhang Ling took a breath of cold air. The severe pain made it almost impossible for him to stand.

"Boy, prepare to die!" Yan Luo grinned and pounced on Zhang Ling again.

At this critical moment, Zhang Ling suddenly remembered the dagger in the coffin.

He endured the pain, rolled over to avoid Yan Luo's attack, then quickly crawled to the coffin and grabbed the dagger.

The dagger felt cold to the touch, and a strange aura flowed along his arm into his body.

Zhang Ling only felt his whole body tremble, and a powerful force filled his body. He felt as if he had become another person.

He stood up suddenly, brandished the dagger and stabbed at Yan Luo.

"Puchi!" The dagger pierced into Yan Luo's chest, and black blood gushed out.

Yan Luo let out a shrill scream, his body trembled violently, and then he slowly fell down.

Zhang Ling looked at Yan Luo lying on the ground, his heart full of doubts. Where did this dagger come from? Why did it have such a powerful force?

He turned to look at Xu Erniu, only to see that Xu Erniu was still lying on the ground, twitching all over and foaming at the mouth.

Zhang Ling hurriedly walked to Xu Erniu and checked his injuries.

"Erniu, how are you?" Zhang Ling asked anxiously.

Xu Erniu slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhang Ling with a dazed look, and said weakly: "Battalion... Battalion Commander... I... I seem to be... unable to do it..."

"Don't talk nonsense! You'll be fine!" Zhang Ling comforted him. He knew that Xu Erniu's injuries were very serious and he must find a treatment as soon as possible.

Just then, footsteps were heard outside the cave.

"Someone is coming!" Zhang Ling was delighted. He quickly ran to the cave entrance and shouted for help.

"Help! Someone's injured here!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.

He was a man dressed in black and wearing a conical hat. His face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ling asked vigilantly.

The man in black did not answer. He slowly walked into the cave and his eyes fell on Yan Luo who was lying on the ground.

"You...who are you?" Zhang Ling asked again.

The man in black still did not answer. He walked to Yan Luo, squatted down, and carefully examined Yan Luo's body.

After a while, he stood up, turned to look at Zhang Ling, and said in a cold tone: "He is... my prey."

Zhang Ling felt his heart suddenly shrink, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Resurrection? How is this possible? He was a staunch atheist, but everything that happened before his eyes made him doubt his own cognition.