The Ancient Covenant

The sky was gloomy and gray, as though Black Qi veiled the daylight.

Not a sound came from the enormous city. It lay deathly silent. Only days had passed since the city fell and the corpse horde departed; its gates stood wide open, while dark brown bloodstains covered its shops, streets, taverns, and inns. Gray mist filled the city like dense fog, obscuring everything beyond a short distance.

The zombies that had crossed the natural barrier into the Central Plains continued onward. Lights occasionally flashed within the gray fog—high-level cultivators who still retained a thread of righteous spirit in their hearts battling powerful zombies. Strangely enough, these formidable zombies differed from ordinary ones. They wore tattered armor and even used military combat techniques in battle. Perhaps they had been soldiers in life and retained fragments of instinct after death.

With the cooperation of high-level cultivators, the Yan Kingdom army fought a great battle against the corpse tide.

Thanks to the dragon bones' collapse, which scattered their divine power and erased the corpse poison, the living could fight the rotting corpses desperately without worrying that their wounds would become infected. Yet who could have expected them to collapse and scatter almost as soon as battle began, suffering a crushing defeat.

Bai Yujun was not surprised when she received the news.

It would have been truly strange if those armies had suddenly risen up and slaughtered a great many rotting corpses. Leaving aside the soldiers with their ragged armor, missing men, and unpaid wages, the command ranks had spent years excelling at scheming and intrigue—masters at infighting, fools at fighting outsiders. When it came to dealing with people, their tricks came one after another in endless variety. As for real blades and real fighting, they might as well have counted on bandits.