The night soccer field is a illuminated soccer field located in the center of Jiangcheng City.
Every night, many football enthusiasts gather here, playing until midnight before dispersing. Meanwhile, spectators also gather around to watch the excitement.
At this moment, beside the field, there are no spectators. On the field, a young man in a white jersey is charging wildly.
Around him, more than a dozen martial artists and cultivators are trying to subdue him, but all have failed.
The young man in the jersey has lost his mind. His eyes are bloodshot, and two white fangs protrude from the corners of his mouth.
He possesses immense strength and incredible speed, and is impervious to blades and spears, much like a zombie from a movie.
The dozen or so martial artists and cultivators, despite using all their skills, are unable to do anything to him.
People are constantly being injured and carried off the field, and Rosie is responsible for bandaging the wounded.
Just after Rosie called Chen Xiao, Song Zijian was also brought over.
He was covered in wounds, with countless injuries, some from bites, others from scratches. His flesh was torn open, and dark red blood was flowing out.
Seeing this, Rosie wept uncontrollably. While crying, she bandaged Song Zijian's wounds.
"Team Leader Song, sob sob sob~~ You must hold on! I've already called Brother Chen, he'll be here soon, sob sob sob~~~"
Song Zijian said weakly, "Rosie, be strong. I'm not dead yet, and even if I die, it will be a heroic sacrifice, a glorious thing. Don't cry like a sissy."
"Team Leader Song, I am a sissy, sob sob sob~~"
Rosie couldn't stop crying. After bandaging Song Zijian's wounds, she turned to walk towards the field.
"Rosie, what are you doing! Stop right there!"
Song Zijian mustered all his strength to shout this.
"Team Leader Song, I can't just stand by and watch my teammates get killed..."
Rosie said, sobbing.
"Silly girl, your strength is still too weak. If you go, you won't be able to help and might even get yourself killed. Besides, if you go, who will bandage the wounds of these old brothers?"
Song Zijian said with a wry smile.
Rosie choked back a sob, "Team Leader Song, do you really think bandaging wounds still matters? We don't even know what this thing is..."
After speaking, Rosie resolutely walked towards the field.
"Rosie, come back here!"
Just then, an angry shout came from behind.
It wasn't Song Zijian, but Ren Songfei!
"Ren, Supervisor Ren..."
Seeing Ren Songfei arrive, everyone seemed to have found their backbone.
Accompanying Ren Songfei was an inconspicuous old man.
The old man carried a travel bag, his hair was white, but he was spirited, especially his eyes, which were as sharp as a falcon's, fixed intently on the 'monster' on the field.
"Senior Brother, thank you for your trouble!"
Ren Songfei cupped his hands respectfully towards the old man.
"Junior Brother, no need for pleasantries. Exorcising demons and protecting the righteous is my duty!"
Saying this, the old man opened his travel bag, took out an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, and put it on, exuding an aura of righteousness.
Then he drew a peach wood sword and strode towards the soccer field.
"Make way, everyone, let this old man deal with this demon!"
The old man shouted, and everyone's heart was instantly lifted. Finally, a savior had arrived!
Rosie asked, "Supervisor Ren, who is this senior?"
Ren Songfei said calmly, "This is my Senior Brother, known in the martial world as Daoist Duankou. Although he usually makes a living by fortune-telling, he possesses genuine peak Dao-entering cultivation. With him personally intervening, this zombie will surely be dealt with!"
Hearing Ren Songfei's words, everyone's hearts rejoiced. Finally, they saw hope.
Then Ren Songfei asked again, "Has the confidentiality work been done? We must ensure that tonight's events are absolutely not leaked, so as not to affect the normal lives of ordinary citizens."
Someone immediately replied, "Don't worry, Supervisor Ren, it's all handled. At the time of the incident, the zombie was playing soccer with friends. For some reason, he suddenly started biting people. Fortunately, there were members of our Exorcism Division among those friends, who immediately notified the team and took corresponding measures."
"Good, that's good."
Ren Songfei nodded and turned his gaze to the field.
At this moment, Daoist Duankou had already engaged the white-clothed zombie in combat, but soon, Ren Songfei's brow furrowed.
Because Daoist Duankou, whom everyone had pinned their hopes on, seemed to be utterly defenseless against the zombie.
Although he wielded his peach wood sword with impenetrable defense, the damage inflicted on the zombie was infinitesimally small.
"Damn it, time spares no one. I'm getting old!"
Daoist Duankou cursed inwardly.
Despite his peak Dao-entering strength, he was not an immortal and could not escape the physical limitations imposed by time on humans.
The longer he fought, the more he felt his strength waning.
"No, I can't keep this up. I have to do something drastic to show him my might!"
Daoist Duankou steeled himself, bit his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of vital essence blood onto the peach wood sword.
Seeing this, Ren Songfei was taken aback.
He and Daoist Duankou were from the same lineage, so he knew that this vital essence blood was the essence of cultivation. If his Senior Brother used it, he might lose ten years of cultivation.
To avoid losing face in front of these young people, Daoist Duankou was fighting with all his might!
He brandished the peach wood sword, now coated with vital essence blood, with great vigor and thrust it towards the zombie.
The zombie, lacking reason, fought without any discernible pattern. Seeing the peach wood sword thrust towards him, he actually reached out with his bare hands to grab it!
"Demon, you won't escape this time!"
Seeing this, a triumphant smile appeared on Daoist Duankou's lips.
After all, all demons and evil spirits were inherently yin and malevolent, while this vital essence blood was the ultimate yang. If the zombie touched it, he would surely be reduced to a wisp of smoke!
However, what happened next left Daoist Duankou utterly dumbfounded.
To his astonishment, the zombie directly grabbed the peach wood sword with his hands, without the slightest reaction.
Not only did he not react, but with a crunch, he snapped the peach wood sword in half!
"Damn it, this isn't a zombie!"
This was Daoist Duankou's first thought, and his second thought was: Run!
But it was too late for him to escape now.
He was fast, but the monster, whatever it was, was faster.
It grabbed Daoist Duankou's robe, pulled the old man back, then twisted his neck with a flick of its wrist. It tilted its head back, opened its fanged maw, and bit down on the carotid artery...