The person's appearance was handsome and dignified, with ears hanging to the shoulders and eyes shining bright.
A Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Hat was on his head, and he wore a robe of light yellow.
Golden Threaded Boots complemented Coiled Dragon Socks, with a Jade Belt and Eight Treasures design.
At his waist was a new moon-shaped slingshot, and in his hand was a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear.
He once split Peach Mountain with an axe to save his mother and shot the Twin Phoenixes of Brown Silk with a slingshot.
He was famed for defeating the Eight Fiends, and he had allied with the Seven Saints of Meishan out of righteousness.
With a high and proud heart, he refused to acknowledge celestial family, and residing in Guanjiang, he was proud and godly.
Known as the Red City Zhaohui Yingling Saint, he was the Erlang of Infinite Manifestation.
The Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear danced in the air like a magical treasure, resembling a swimming fish.
In just a moment, it pierced through the heads of several Undead Knights, splitting their skeleton bodies in half.
Armor that Exorcism Bullets and Demon-Slaying Crossbow Arrows couldn't penetrate was as fragile as paper before the spear, shattering on touch.
The blade swept across the last Undead Knight's neck, sending a head flying into the sky before it fell to the ground.
All the Undead Knights who entered the graveyard were slaughtered by the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear.
The spear then transformed into countless points of light in mid-air and slowly began to dissipate.
Although True Monarch Erlang did not manifest his Dharma Body, the mere appearance of his weapon was enough to guard the graveyard against demonic invasion.
Watching how the previously formidable Undead Knights were effortlessly vanquished, Roken was greatly shocked.
"God, what sort of power is this?"
He looked at Sun Yan, now filled with respect for the mysterious strengths of this Eastern person.
The skeleton horses, without their Undead Knight riders, stood quietly still, the ghostly flames in their eye sockets warily scanning their surroundings.
Not daring to move a single step, they feared the reappearance of the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear.
Sosia walked to Sun Yan's side, transforming back from her Werewolf state, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"You had such powers, why didn't you mention it before? If I had known, I wouldn't have gone all out. My arm almost got broken trying to block that horse's charge."
"This is a last-resort lifesaving technique, not to be used unless absolutely necessary," Sun Yan explained.
True Monarch Erlang, serving as his Tomb Guardian, provided passive protection and would counterattack when the graveyard was attacked. Latest content published on novelFirｅ.net
True Monarch Erlang wasn't Sun Yan's subordinate but an Immortal he invited to guard the graveyard.
Therefore, Sun Yan couldn't activate this effect at will; he had to wait for some unfortunate soul to come knocking.
Like that Undead Knight just now, it essentially ran into True Monarch Erlang's spear; if it didn't die, who would?
Elise raised her palm towards Sosia, and strands of blood drifted from her palm into Sosia's body.
The internal injuries Sosia had just suffered from the skeleton horse's collision healed silently, causing her furrowed brows to relax.
"Hmph... filthy Blood Race, only their Blood Magic is useful," Sosia turned away, refusing to make eye contact with Elise.
Elise smiled, "Can't the untainted Werewolf show some manners? I healed you, and not even a thank you."
"Unnecessary, I would have healed on my own without your help," Sosia said haughtily, her head held high.
Sun Yan stood beside them, looking helpless, as these two Cemetery Members—one a Werewolf and the other a Blood Race—had ancestral racial enmities.
If he weren't involved, they wouldn't coexist peacefully in the main house.
When relations are already strained, additional historical grudges make things even more difficult.
Thankfully, both Sosia and Elise listened to Sun Yan.
So in the graveyard, they mostly just quarreled verbally, never escalating to physical conflict.
After all, Sun Yan had specifically instructed them not to engage in activities detrimental to unity.
"Look! The blood moon has disappeared!"
At that moment, Nun Jessica suddenly shouted in surprise, pointing at the sky.
Everyone hurriedly looked up to see that the once bloody moon over the graveyard had returned to its usual brightness.
The blood mist surrounding the graveyard was rapidly dispersing, and everything quickly reverted to normal.
If not for the few skeleton horses standing there and the crack in the ground left by the Great Demon, Sun Yan might have wondered if it was all a dream.
"We're back! Haha!" Roken laughed excitedly.
He never imagined he could return to the real world from Hell.
Though he didn't know why, it didn't matter. Surviving was enough.
After this night's experience, his status in the Exorcist circles would surely rise.
Sun Yan sighed in relief and pulled out his phone to check the time.
Sure enough, the time that had been stuck at 0:00 had started moving, and it had already transitioned smoothly to Monday.
This Bloody Sunday, he had survived successfully!
"What's going on here?"
Jessica covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.
Never had she heard of anyone returning alive to the human world after venturing into Hell.
This was practically a miracle; unless an Angel descended to open Hell's gates, how could ordinary people escape?
"Thanks be to God, for His mercy has returned us to the human world."