System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

In the remote mountains of Kham, covered in thick snow and swept by biting winds, an ancient and oppressive atmosphere instantly filled the air as the bronze gate slowly opened.

At that moment, Zhang Qilin's eyes suddenly turned serious, and he uttered that chilling name—"Fighting Corpse."

Corpse Fighters, a terrifying legend from ancient times, are said to be cursed warriors whose souls cannot find peace after death. They are controlled by evil forces and become tireless fighting machines.

The fighting corpse before us is the embodiment of this legend; it is not merely a monster, but also the embodiment of fear and despair.

The fighting corpse was enormous and twisted, every inch of its skin covered with black scales as hard as iron. These scales shimmered with an unsettling luster in the dim light, as if each one carried the wails of countless dead souls.

Its eyes were two burning, eerie green flames, deep and hollow, as if they could see into the deepest fears of the human heart.

The fighting corpse's limbs were unusually thick and muscular, and each swing was accompanied by a tearing sound in the air, demonstrating astonishing power and speed.

Even more terrifying is that the fighting corpse is surrounded by a chilling aura that seems to freeze one's soul, causing one to tremble involuntarily.

With its appearance, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees, and the wind and snow became even more rampant, as if even the forces of nature were cheering on this terrifying existence.

The roar of the fighting corpse rang out again, a howl that was a mixture of anger, pain and despair, as if it were telling of its endless suffering and resentment.

Immediately afterwards, the fighting corpse launched an attack, like an enraged beast, it pounced on the nearest blue-robed man.

Those blue-robed men, as elite warriors in the Khampa villages, were usually brave and fearless, but now they seemed so vulnerable in the face of the terrifying power of the fighting corpses.

The blue-robed men reacted quickly, brandishing their long and short swords in an attempt to stop the zombies' attack.

However, these weapons, which are incredibly sharp in the eyes of ordinary people, are like child's play in front of the indestructible scales of the fighting corpse.

The fighting corpse's claws easily tore through the blue-robed man's defenses, blood splattering everywhere, and cries of agony rising and falling.

Soon, several men in blue robes fell into pools of blood, their eyes filled with resentment and despair.

Zhang Hao witnessed all of this, and his heart was filled with anger and sympathy.

He knew that if things continued this way, not only would more innocent people die at the hands of the zombies, but the entire Khambaluo village would also face annihilation.

So he rushed forward without hesitation.

Zhang Hao's figure moved across the battlefield like a ghost, dodging every attack from the fighting corpses and searching for the best opportunity to strike.

Finally, in the instant when the fighting corpse missed its claw and lost its balance, Zhang Hao seized the opportunity, leaped up suddenly, and smashed his fist with the force of thunder into the fighting corpse's head.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

All eyes were focused on Zhang Hao and the fighting corpse. They held their breath, waiting for the outcome to be revealed.

With a deafening roar, Zhang Hao's punch sent the massive body of the fighting corpse flying, crashing heavily to the ground and disintegrating into countless fragments. The surrounding air seemed to become exceptionally clear at that moment, and the wind and snow appeared to lessen considerably.

Everyone present was deeply shocked by this scene.

They stared in disbelief at the mangled corpse lying on the ground, and at Zhang Hao standing beside it, radiating a powerful aura.

The faces of the blue-robed people were filled with shock and awe. They had never seen such power before, nor had they ever imagined that anyone could defeat the demon behind the bronze door so easily.

The demon that had forced the Khampa people to sacrifice a young girl every year for thousands of years was actually defeated by a young man like Zhang Hao with a single punch.

The leader in the blue robe was so excited that he trembled all over. He was the first to kneel down and express his highest respect to Zhang Hao.

Seeing this, the other men in blue robes followed suit, kneeling down and kowtowing to Zhang Hao in gratitude.

In their hearts, Zhang Hao was no longer an ordinary traveler, but a savior who existed like a god.

"Gods! Are you our messenger sent by the gods to save us?"

The leader in the blue robes asked in a trembling voice.

Upon seeing this, the Khampa people all knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Hao in gratitude.

Zhang Hao smiled slightly, knowing full well that he was no god.

But he also understood that what the Khampa people needed at that moment was hope, a leader who could lead them out of their predicament.

So he nodded and said in a gentle but firm voice:

“I am not a god, but I am willing to fight alongside you to resist the forces of evil.”

Let us join hands and fight for the future of Kham!

As Zhang Hao finished speaking, the Khampa people erupted in thunderous cheers.

They all stood up, their eyes shining with hope.

They knew that with a powerful figure like Zhang Hao joining them, they would no longer have to fear those terrifying monsters.

Zhang Hao did not waste too much time on the Khampa people.

As far as he knew, the bronze gate was built by the Zhang family to block the spread of the gods through the underground dragon veins.

The appearance of a bronze gate in Khampa Village suggests that there might be a dragon vein here as well.

The bronze door had already opened, and Zhang Hao decided to go inside to see what was going on.

He stepped through the bronze gate and was instantly awestruck by the sight before him.

Behind the door was not the dark and deep place one might imagine, but a complex world of pipes, which, like blood vessels in the human body, were densely interwoven, both mysterious and spectacular.

They are thick or thin, winding and twisting, shimmering with the cold luster unique to metal under the dim light, as if containing some unknown power.

What surprised Zhang Hao the most was that these pipes were not lifeless objects, but seemed to have a life of their own.

He listened intently and seemed to faintly hear a deep and powerful pulsation coming from inside the pipe, like the sound of blood flowing in a blood vessel, but deeper and more ancient.

This strange sight made him wonder if these pipes were truly the blood vessels of an ancient god.