Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1142 One Punch Clears the Plains, Undead Follow

The purple-eyed demon ape leader, who was standing in the distance, dropped the bone club he was holding to the ground with a "thud".

Tuoba Shan followed behind Zhang Yuan, holding a Heavenly Palace-style spear he had found in the ruins, ready to pierce the eye socket of an iron-backed lizard.

Then he saw Zhang Yuan's punch from a distance, and he froze on the spot, almost dropping his spear.

Amu ran through the middle of the army formation, a short knife in his hand, about to dodge the attack of a gray-maned wolf.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the fist striking the ground, and he almost stumbled.

Yan Qing, who was at the back of the group, looked as if she had been struck by lightning, her mouth agape for a long time.

He even forgot he was running.

He even forgot that he was at war.

He had only one thought in his mind: if that punch had landed on him, he wouldn't even be left with ashes.

After throwing that punch, Zhang Yuan didn't even glance at the area he had cleared.

He simply drew his Autumn Cold Blade again, the blade gleaming with a cold white light in the morning glow.

"continue."

He said it calmly.

Then continue rushing forward.

After a brief pause, the undead army caught up again, and the wedge formation continued to roll forward.

The horde of monsters that were charging forward slowed down instinctively after witnessing that punch. The Ironhide Rhinoceroses in the front row began to dodge to the sides, the Ironback Lizards in the middle began to dodge to the sides, and the Gray-Maned Wolves on the wings tucked their tails between their legs.

Although they are still surging forward, they no longer have the momentum they had at the beginning.

They are afraid.

Despite being low-intelligence magical beasts, even wild animals can sense the approach of death when faced with overwhelming power.

Zhang Yuan continued to advance through the pile of corpses.

His movements and footwork remained unchanged despite the punch he had just received.

Walk forward at a leisurely pace, like someone strolling in their own backyard.

There was no indication whatsoever that a commander of a large army was directing the battle.

Instead, he seemed like an invincible being who had entered a no-man's-land.

When he encountered a monster blocking his way, he casually slashed it with his sword.

If he encountered a group of people, he would casually throw a punch.

Tuoba Shan followed behind, piercing the eye sockets of an iron-backed lizard while silently counting in his mind.

Since the start of the battle, the senior has only made two moves.

The first move is to press down on the Iron-Spine Bull's head with one hand and pin it to the ground.

The second move was a punch from a distance, which cleared out a large area.

Two moves.

At least two thousand monsters died.

The rest were harvested by the undead army.

He began to suspect that his predecessor didn't need this army of undead at all.

The senior alone could crush this army of 300,000 demon beasts.

The reason he led the undead army into battle was not because he couldn't win, but because he wanted them to follow him.

Let them see how he fought the battle, let them know what kind of person this army is following.

Thinking of this, Tuoba Shan gripped his spear tightly and followed the white figure, continuing to charge forward.

The undead army, like a red-hot knife cutting through butter, plowed a wide, bloody path through the monster horde.

Wherever it went, the ground was soaked with black blood.

The corpses of monsters were piled up layer upon layer.

The thick hide of the iron-skinned rhinoceros was cut open.

The gray-maned wolf's spine was broken.

The purple-eyed demonic ape fell from the rock wall.

The ironback lizard's bony plates were pierced by a spear.

The monster horde began to retreat. The Ironhide Rhinos in the front row tried to turn around, but their path was blocked by their companions surging up from behind, and they were stuck together, unable to move.

The gray-maned wolves tucked their tails between their legs and fled backwards, trampling each other and causing countless deaths and injuries.

The purple-eyed demonic apes frantically climbed upwards, but the undead archers' arrows caught up with them, and they fell one after another from the rock face.

Zhang Yuan stood atop the pile of corpses, the tip of his Autumn Cold Blade still dripping blood.

He looked around.

The monster horde scattered, and the surviving monsters fled north. The undead army stood silently in the pool of blood, as if nothing had happened.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the ground was covered with bits of flesh and severed limbs of monsters. Black blood had pooled in the ground, and when you stepped on it, it was up to your ankles.

Tuoba Shan walked up from behind, his breathing a little rapid, but his eyes were bright.

A piece of monster hide was hanging from the spear in his hand. He casually tossed it away and asked, "Should we chase them?"

Zhang Yuan looked towards the northern horizon.

The demonic energy there did not dissipate; instead, it became even more intense.

The purplish-black mist surged, like a giant eye slowly opening.

Deep within that surging demonic energy, countless even larger figures could be vaguely seen writhing.

"Don't chase." Zhang Yuan sheathed the Autumn Cold Blade. "It's waiting for us to catch up."

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That night, a campfire was lit in the camp.

The soldiers sat around the fire, roasting the monster's flesh and drinking hot soup.

No one speaks.

There was an indescribable expression on everyone's face.

It wasn't happiness, nor exhaustion, but a kind of dazed feeling of surviving a catastrophe.

The army of 300,000 monsters was utterly defeated before them.

They thought they were going to die.

Before they knew it, everyone turned to look outside the camp.

The undead army did not enter the camp.

They stood silently in formation outside the camp, facing north, motionless.

Those silvery-gray lights slowly burned in their eye sockets.

Like a candle flame that will never go out.

Zhang Yuan sat alone by the edge of the camp, facing the increasingly dense line of demonic energy to the north.

He held the Zhenyue Token in his hand, the moonlight shining on it, the fine lines gleaming with a dark luster.

He stroked the character "岳" on the token.

He didn't speak, but just stared at the demonic energy line in the north, his gaze deep and heavy.

He suddenly heard footsteps behind him, but he didn't turn around.

Yan Qing climbed onto the rock and stopped a few steps behind Zhang Yuan.

He stood there, uneasy, unsure whether he should speak or what he wanted to say.

"Sit down." Zhang Yuan said without turning his head.

Yan Qing paused for a moment, then sat down next to Zhang Yuan.

The two sat in silence for a while, staring at the demonic line in the north.

The demonic energy lines were thicker than during the day, and the purplish-black mist surged in the night sky, with countless tiny sparks of electricity faintly visible within it.

Yan Qing couldn't help but ask, "Senior, those armored figures... who exactly are they?"

Zhang Yuan was silent for a while, and when he spoke, his voice sounded more like he was talking to himself than to him: "A garrison. A million years ago, outside Tianyuan City, they guarded a rift to prevent demons from passing through."

"They held out for 173 days without reinforcements or supplies. They fought to the last man and were wiped out."

"Then it was buried underground and forgotten. Until today."

Yan Qing fell silent.

After a long pause, he asked again, "Where are they going now?" (End of Chapter)