Zhuozhou: A Chaotic Battle

Outside Zhuozhou City, a violent gale whipped up sand and grit that cut at the face like knives.

Zhao Xiangzhen stood atop the colossal bronze gate. Crimson mist billowed around the cultivators of the Blood Fiend Camp, while nine blood-red stars faintly emerged within the Nine Palaces Blood Fiend Formation, shrouding ten li in the cloying scent of blood.

At the formation's core, three bronze coffins exploded with a thunderous boom. Three iron-armored corpse puppets leaped out, their bodies covered in incantations and foul poison dripping from their fangs.

"Si Tianxing, feast your eyes on my Blood Fiend Nine Foul Coffin!" Zhao Xiangzhen snarled with a wave of his hand. The three corpse puppets transformed into bloody shadows and pounced toward the mountaintop.

Yan Tianxing did not move an inch. Suddenly, seventy-two gray shadows swept past behind him—the dead men under Chen Xuanji intercepted the corpse puppets like ghosts.

As short blades stabbed into the corpse puppets' joints, a ghostly blue phosphorus fire spread across the edges.

With several sharp cracks, all four limbs of the corpse puppets shattered at the joints. The foul poison that spilled as they tumbled off the cliff corroded the rock into a hundred-zhang-deep pit.

"That old bastard's tricks are still as despicable as ever." Chen Xuanji propped himself against his broken blade and sneered, his withered fingers lightly tapping the bronze bell at his waist.

Within Zhuozhou City, three hundred ancient wells suddenly spewed forth the waters of the Yellow Springs. Amid tremors like an Earth Dragon Turns Over, the bluestone foundations of the Han Household's stronghold crumbled inch by inch.

The Han cultivators hurriedly formed a formation, only to see countless bronze chains rise from the Yellow Springs and drag the entire residence into a crack in the earth.

"Earth Dragon Lure, Lock