"Activate the sword array!"
"Coordinate with the other squads. Advance step by step and tighten the defensive line!"
"Mobilize all the sword qi reserves in the Sword Valley and press forward at full force."
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"
Zhang Yang continued issuing one command after another, like a gambler throwing all his chips onto the table in one reckless stroke.
"This is all I can do."
With a sigh, Zhang Yang stretched out his right arm. The area from his wrist to his shoulder was completely wrapped in the pattern of a black serpent.
He was not trying to be unconventional. He had simply been cursed.
Seven months ago, he had used Qin Ge and the Anchor of Death to crush one-third of the Plague Serpent's projected power. This had allowed him to complete one-third of the main quest of the Death Village Building Order.
However, the Plague Serpent was, after all, an ancient god that had escaped from the Ashen Graveyard. Zhang Yang had been cursed ever since. At first, the little serpent had only been a few inches long, but by now, the curse had spread to this extent.
Moreover, this curse was, to a certain degree, impossible to dispel. It could only be removed by using Fate Points or by completely killing the Plague Serpent.
This meant that Zhang Yang and the Plague Serpent had become mortal enemies, the kind who would fight until one side perished.
That was not even the worst part.
According to the information provided by the Death Village Building Order,
although the Plague Serpent was an ancient god, it had been sealed in the Ashen Graveyard and was currently in a statue-like state. It could not unleash many of its ultimate moves, and its true strength was even slightly