Black liquid slowly flowed from the mutated ant's mouthparts, seeping into the leader of the five-person group's body.
The entire process lasted for a full quarter of an hour!
Afterward, the mutated ant repeated the procedure, giving one mouthful to each of the remaining four.
Having done this, it appeared noticeably tired.
Master Xie Yan picked up the mutated ant and placed it on the corpses of the three assassins.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch!"
The mutated ant gnawed away, enjoying its meal with gusto.
The Second Elder then produced more elixirs, administering them to the five in batches.
Following this, he and Master Xie Yan began to channel their true qi into the five, promoting the absorption of the medicinal effects.
When the five finally awoke, it was already nighttime.
"We're still alive?"
This was their first thought upon opening their eyes.
With this realization, they quickly jumped off the table and began to examine their bodies.
Their bodies were fine, all parts accounted for.
Moreover, they felt their bodies were stronger than before!
This should have been a good thing, something to celebrate.
However, upon discovering that their skin had turned as black as charcoal, they couldn't bring themselves to be happy at all...
They were so dark they could reflect light; how could they ever show their faces in public again?
Not only had their skin darkened, but even their divine robes had turned pitch black.
Even when they changed into spare robes, those would instantly turn a dark hue...
The five looked at each other, tears streaming down their faces.
Farewell...
To their once handsome selves...
Suddenly!
A mysterious power they had never experienced before surged from within them!
The five felt as if they had become stronger in an instant.
Yet, their cultivation realms had not changed at all.
They attempted to swing their fists.
There was no difference in their power or speed compared to before.
The newly appeared strength did not seem to have increased their combat capabilities.
As for what exactly had been enhanced, they were unsure.
However, they didn't dwell on it too much.
It wasn't a bad thing, was it?
Glancing around, they found the Dan Tower empty.
"Brother Ha, where are the Second Elder and the others?" the five asked, puzzled.
"They left earlier," Er Ha replied. "Alright, since you're alright now, Brother Ha will take you to settle the score!"
"Yes, Brother Ha!" the five responded.
Although they had nearly been killed before, they still trusted Brother Ha implicitly.
If Brother Ha said they could, then they certainly could!
Even they themselves hadn't realized that their thought patterns had unconsciously deviated in some indescribable way...
Under the cover of night.
This peculiar group set out once more.
Five days later.
In the Murong family's cave.
The disciples participating in the ritual were significantly more numerous than before.
They densely surrounded the altar, releasing their blood through cuts in their palms.
These disciples now looked terrifying, their bodies reduced to mere skin and bones!
The final talisman was nearing completion!
On the skeletal remains, fragmented scraps of flesh had begun to grow, now slowly wriggling.
It looked like uncleaned bones.
The clan leader watched with great excitement!
He had never expected!
This would happen so much sooner than he had anticipated!
If things continued like this, their ancestor would be fully resurrected within two more hours!
Finally, this day had arrived!
To resurrect their ancestor, the Murong family had sacrificed generation after generation!
To maintain the purity of their bloodline, they had even committed acts against human nature!
But now!
It was all worth it!
Tomorrow, at the latest, tomorrow!
They would be able to reclaim what belonged to them under their ancestor's leadership!
The Liang family!
You bandits!
Wait for your ancestor's judgment!
After tomorrow, the Liang family will cease to exist in this world!!!
Thinking this, the clan leader's eyes turned red with excitement, and he clenched his fists tightly!
Suddenly.
A sense of dread washed over him.
The clan leader instinctively turned his head to look.
It was nighttime.
Coupled with the lack of lamps in the cave, the entire cavern was shrouded in darkness.
What met his gaze was a dark environment similar to the cave itself, seemingly nothing out of the ordinary.
The clan leader wondered inwardly.
Was I just imagining things?
Suddenly, five dazzling white lights appeared in his sight!
To be precise, they were five gleaming, pearly white teeth!
These five white teeth seemed to defy the laws of optics, appearing incredibly radiant!
The clan leader's first reaction was that this scene felt somewhat familiar.
As he pondered this, he suddenly and fearfully realized he couldn't move his body!
Unable to move, unable to speak...
This feeling...
"Don't be nervous, don't be afraid," a voice entered his ear. "We're professionals, we'll have them healed soon."
At this moment, the clan leader finally understood what was happening.
It was those five people who had been sent flying by their ancestor earlier!
It was just that these five were so dark now that he hadn't recognized them at first.
However, this time, he wasn't panicked at all!
He didn't know why this person had become so dark, but what did it matter?
Did turning dark increase combat power or something?
Their ancestor could defeat them before, and he could do so again this time!
Moreover, the ancestor's current state was clearly much better than a few days ago; perhaps he could kill these brats in one go!
The five continued their journey all the way to the altar.
The disciples participating in the ritual instantly became like the clan leader, frozen in place.
Murong Ancestor was furious!
Although acting now would delay his resurrection slightly, these fellows were repeatedly disrupting his revival, and they deserved to die!
His curse power surged wildly...
Huh?
Where was his curse power?
Murong Ancestor, refusing to believe it, activated it again.
The result was useless.
His pride and joy, his curse power, seemed to have vanished!
No!
This is impossible!
Murong Ancestor roared in disbelief!
Then he discovered.
He couldn't make a sound...
At this moment.
Murong Ancestor completely panicked...
He didn't know why he had suddenly become like this.
But his intuition told him he was in for trouble...
"So it was you causing trouble before, wasn't it!" the five members kicked Murong Ancestor fiercely. "Still causing trouble even after death, purely because you have too much energy!"
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—!"
Kick after kick.
The five members vented their anger upon Murong Ancestor.
Before long, Murong Ancestor's skeletal remains were scattered about.
The little bit of flesh that had finally begun to grow had also been torn off...
After a full quarter of an hour of venting, they stopped.
Then they turned their gaze to the bone-thin Murong family disciples.
These allies had been tortured by this demonic bone to this state over the past few days; they had truly suffered!
But you don't need to be afraid!
We're here now, you're saved!
The five members carried a disciple and returned to the coffin.
Lifting the lid, they gently placed the disciple inside.
Just as they were about to close it, they suddenly paused.
With such a large coffin, treating one ally at a time seemed a bit wasteful, didn't it?
It had to be utilized to its full potential!