Lu Chengyun's Spirit Stone storeroom had been destroyed, cutting off the supply of Spirit Stones. The Ten Thousand Corpse Array's operation grew sluggish, and the speed of Corpse Refining became slower and slower.
Yang Jishan was overjoyed.
The other cultivators also let out breaths of relief.
In the fighting, what Lu Chengyun lost were Zombies.
What they lost were living, breathing human lives.
Now that the Ten Thousand Corpse Array had been weakened and was gradually stopping, breaking free from this endless drain was a good thing for their side.
The Dao Soldiers and the cultivators from every side could not help but feel grateful toward Mo Hua.
Next came the head-on battle.
The Dao Soldier Commander led each squad of Dao Soldiers, along with the cultivators from every side, into a chaotic melee with the Iron Corpses and Walking Corpses.
Yang Jishan issued orders and coordinated the deployment, while Mo Hua followed at his side and watched the battle.
Within the Corpse Mine, the battle was fierce.
Cultivators' blades and swords clashed with the claws and fangs of Zombies. Lingli and Corpse Qi interwove, Corpse Poison spread, spells flew everywhere, cultivators fell one after another, and Zombies were strangled and killed one by one.
It was both tragic and vast.
Mo Hua watched in shock.
Although he had previously seen scattered melees between cultivators and Zombies, and had also crossed hands with Zombies while escaping, at this very moment, standing on the mountaintop and taking in the whole situation, he still felt the scene of slaughter before his eyes was extremely savage and shocking.
Then pity rose in Mo Hua's heart.
These Dao Soldiers were people too.
Though their cultivation was low, and in this war they could only be humble pawns and foot soldiers, they also had parents,