Million Heavenly Immortal Corpses

"Enemy attack?"

Qin Jun hurriedly set down the scroll and walked out of the library, with Yang Chan close behind him.

The soldiers outside the library immediately saluted upon seeing him emerge, then followed Qin Jun as he flew toward the city wall.

The skies above Yan Wang City were filled with soldiers, densely packed as though locusts crossing the land as they flew toward the eastern wall. The sight was spectacular, but it left the living beings within the city deeply uneasy.

True Martial Great Emperor was the first to land atop the eastern gate. Wang Jian and Meng Tian soon arrived as well. The three looked into the distance and saw dust billowing at the horizon. The sound was like ten thousand galloping horses, enough to freeze one's blood.

The earth trembled. True Martial Great Emperor narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Corpse Emperor Hall!"

The newcomers were indeed from the Corpse Emperor Hall.

Countless Corpse Cultivators charged forward like a raging flood. At a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred thousand of them.

That did not even include their Corpse Slaves. If every Corpse Cultivator summoned their own Corpse Slaves, their numbers would be even more overwhelming.

Xu Zhongsheng flew at the very front with his hands clasped behind his back.

His blood-red hair fluttered in the wind, and his face was cold and expressionless. Compared to the time of the Western Region War, his aura had become even deeper and more powerful. Gazing at Yan Wang City standing on the plain ahead, a trace of killing intent appeared on his face as he muttered, "You dared destroy two of my Life Lords. I'd like to see just what sort of formidable figures Yan Wang Palace is hiding."

He did not dare provoke the Great Qin