The Wind Stilled

Deathly energy, black as ink, shrouded the ruins of ancient megalithic structures.

The Black Bone Corpse, clad in shattered, rust-eaten armor, sat upright upon a throne of skulls. Lowering its hollow, black face, it looked at the back of its hand and its chest and abdomen. More than a dozen wounds, large and small, continuously leaked Black Qi. The low-level skeletons beneath its throne caught the scent of the Black Qi and immediately grew far stronger, becoming frenzied and restless. The Black Bone Corpse casually crushed a skeleton.

"Dragon Tomb weapons. So that was it..."

The fortress.

The hurricane swept away the filth, scattering the deathly energy and revealing blue skies and daylight once more.

Five days after the storm descended, the Yan Kingdom soldiers and Jiuli elite troops in the fortress finally breathed a sigh of relief. The plains beyond the pass had once been packed with dense swarms of rotting corpses, but after the wind passed, the remaining corpses lay scattered everywhere. At least for a short while, no more corpse tides would appear. The weight in the soldiers' hearts temporarily lifted, and their reverence for the legendary Divine Dragon deepened further.

Yet the attitudes of the higher-ups were the complete opposite. They frowned heavily, unable to eat or sleep.

Representatives from every faction gathered in the fortress's council hall to discuss how to deal with the terrifying Black Bone Corpse. Bai Yujun and Qiao Jin, commanders of the Snake Demon Soldiers who formed the primary fighting force at the lower levels, sat in a corner and listened.

Her pointed ears stood upright as she listened intently. Bai had always treated knowledge with respect.

Yu Rong explained the details concerning the Black Bone Corpse.

"Today, several fellow cultivators have come from afar to resist the evil together. Let