As the tide of corpses rushed forward, Lin Xiao Tian's face turned cold and he ordered everyone to tighten their circle at once without wasting another breath. His disciples moved immediately, stepping into place with practiced speed as swords, spears, and halberds pointed outward toward every side.
The undead crashed into them like broken floodwater spilling through shattered gates from all directions together. Dry hands clawed wildly, cracked weapons hacked downward, and empty mouths opened as they threw themselves against the living line.
Yan Feng stepped forward first, and his sword flashed through the front ranks in long clean arcs of silver light. Heads rolled across the dirt, torsos split apart, and three corpses fell before the next row could even reach him.
