My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 846 - 516: How Could It Be You?! (Quad - Combo)

Before Dong Gong Ruoshu could respond, her gaze suddenly widened, staring straight behind Chen Yi,

"What is that..."

Tiger!

The fierce wind rose abruptly, mixed with the thunderous cries and shouts of the corpse soldiers, approaching from the sky, growing louder and more ferocious. Chen Yi spun around, only to see the sand and dust in the valley swirling wildly.

What is that?

The tide of corpses layered upon layers, spreading like a curtain across the moonlit valley, with arms filling the sky. The tattered, dark "Qin" banner flapped violently in the wind, emanating a sense of killing that seemed to plant a backbone into the already resilient skin, transforming ordinary thousands of troops into a true sweeping storm of fierce waves across the wilds!

Amidst those thousands of soldiers, weapons surrounded a towering battle chariot, like a giant resembling Floating Tower standing with a spear, akin to a moving fortress capable of crushing the world, beneath its armor revealing green-gray muscles and bones, the murderous aura from ancient times filling the entire valley.

Under his command, several thousand weapons like ocean waves, everlasting, shimmering with a chilling light sweeping across the world in the cold moonlight.

Chen Yi's face slightly darkened; it seemed this was the defeated army of dead generals the Old Saintess mentioned.

Gazing at Ghost Lord Wang Jian, he sighed aloud:

"Great Qin has its Tall Ones..."

Others did not understand the meaning of his words, but Yin Tingxue did, nodding in agreement and moved closer.

The corpse soldiers pressed like endless mountains, making everyone's complexion inevitably heavy.

Dong Gong Ruoshu frowned, "Watch me."

Dong Gong Ruoshu picked up a flag and shouted a few sentences about repairing the Great Wall but received no response; what approached was still the overwhelming blades.

"It's over, useless, they like building Great Walls!"

With this call falling, the faces of those on the chariot turned slightly pale. Chen Yi was unsure of the context, but the approach of Ghost Lord Wang Jian caused his limbs to tremble slightly—not from fear, but slight excitement.

Only... he had severed the middle corpse, how could he be excited for killing? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

A buzzing came from his back; it was the Tai Sha Sword within the Sword Box trembling excitedly.

Chen Yi frowned slightly,

"Did you draw the ghosts here?"

Tai Sha Sword continued to tremble within the Sword Box, colliding with it, seemingly ready to spring forth any moment.

Chen Yi pressed down on the Sword Box, overwhelming Sword Intent suppressed the excitement of Tai Sha Sword. After pondering, he handed Yin Tingxue's hand to Miss Donggong and lifted his sword to face Ghost Lord Wang Jian.

Under the moonlight, the blade of Hou Kang Sword was as dark as ink, shining with a thread-like cold glow.

Chen Yi stepped onto Peak Stepping Cloud, intending to leap forward after four steps.

A moist breeze suddenly swept past his side.

This was extremely unexpected in the sinister valley.

Suddenly, above him, unknown since when the sky had gathered dark clouds, as if Heavenly Thunder was about to descend, amidst the fog and mist, on Ghost Lord Wang Jian's distant chariot stood a figure dressed in True Martial Daoist robe.

Chen Yi's heart shook violently, the fourth step of Peak Stepping Cloud reversed into a leap.

Whoosh! Boom!

Two distinct thunderous sounds reverberated, the position he had just stood was struck open by azure lightning!

Someone lay ambush, waiting for the opportunity... Chen Yi's eyes turned icy, suddenly realizing who it was, and saw Ghost Lord Wang Jian now raising his mighty spear, his undead followers surged like a tide.

The voice of the Old Saintess exploded in his ear:

"Something's wrong, leave!"

Before her voice finished, Chen Yi's figure abruptly flickered, arms outstretched to embrace, swiftly picking up Yin Tingxue along with Dong Gong Ruoshu, stepping on Peak Stepping Cloud over the undead, piercing through the misty clouds. When the fog returned, they were no longer in the original spot.

"Let's go too!"

Wei Wuque immediately shouted, pulling the reins, the chariot made a sharp turn, racing towards the edge of the valley.