The real heiress has a super-rich system; it's your turn to fawn over her.

Master Kongqi immediately retaliated, and the two fought back and forth.

It seemed as if the two were enemies, and they showed no mercy in their attack.

Besides the two of them, the others also started fighting each other, and soon some people were bleeding.

Seeing that things were not going well, Tang Yifeng immediately ran out of their fighting range to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

He was running too fast and didn't see the villager's corpse lying at his feet, so he bumped right into a dead body.

A stench filled his mouth and nose, and before Tang Yifeng could even get up, the contents of his vomit sprayed all over the corpse's face.

If a corpse could talk, it would definitely yell, "Are you being rude?"

Unfortunately, corpses can't speak.

The already disgusting scene before him became even more indescribable, just as Tang Yifeng was about to get up from the dead body.

A black substance quietly rose from these corpses.

It was at this moment that the dead bodies began to move.

Just as Tang Yifeng was about to get up, he was tightly embraced by the corpse's hands from behind.

This sudden turn of events terrified him so much that he disregarded the gruesome appearance of the corpse and struggled desperately to break free.

But his strength was nowhere near that of a corpse.

Not only did Tang Yifeng encounter a corpse that had turned into a zombie, but those who were still fighting were also attacked by other corpses.

Qingyi Daoist and his group, influenced by some unknown force, began to kill each other. Soon, those of weaker strength among them were slaughtered by several Grandmasters.

The altar was now stained red with blood.

These people died without ever knowing why they died.

As if controlled by something, these corpses lunged at Master Qingyi and his companions, quickly tearing large chunks of flesh from their bodies.

Meanwhile, Master Qingyi and the others seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing their fierce battle.

Tang Yifeng felt the hands behind him tightening their embrace.

The face, now covered in his vomit, revealed its hideous fangs and was about to bite down on his neck.

Just when Tang Yifeng had nowhere to avoid it and felt a pain in his neck.

The corpse beneath him suddenly fell silent, then rose into a cloud of black mist and vanished.

Tang Yifeng then found an opening and got up from the ground.

When I touched my neck, my whole body was still trembling uncontrollably, and I found that a lot of blood had already flowed out.

When he stood up and looked back at the altar, he was horrified by what he saw there.

Several people were seen with many others hanging on their bodies, gnawing on the flesh and blood of Master Qingyi and the others.

Yin Guanjun's hands, known as the Iron Fist, were now covered in blood, and in some places the bone was visible.

They continued to fight each other as if they were completely oblivious.

Tang Yifeng didn't know how he escaped danger, but seeing the horrific scene on the altar, he was truly terrified.

If this were outside, he would have turned and run away immediately, but if it weren't for Master Qingyi's help on the way here, he would have been dead long ago.

He has no ability to escape.

After much deliberation, he concluded that the most advantageous course of action for him was to rescue Master Qingyi and the others.

Even someone as powerful as Daoist Qingyi couldn't do anything about it, so what could he possibly do?

Just as Tang Yifeng was wondering how to rescue the group, he looked at the bloodstains still remaining on their necks in his hand.

It seems he was able to escape only after the corpse bit his neck and then disappeared.

Is there something special about his blood?

Thinking about this, Tang Yifeng decided to give it a try; perhaps it would be a solution.

Thinking of Tan Yifeng, he did it. He raised his hand and smeared a lot of blood on his neck, making him feel dizzy.

But he still walked towards the altar, and then used all his strength to throw the blood droplets on his hand at Master Qingyi and the others.