Boom! A palm-shaped shadow struck Bai Xianfeng's crown, and the surging Sword Qi abruptly fell silent.
Bai Xianfeng stood motionless like a stone statue, the light gradually fading from his open eyes. He stood there like a towering monument, guarding the souls of the fallen soldiers of the Dragon-Subduing Army.
"The Dragon-Subduing Army has crossed the Immortal-Demon Battlefield time and again, becoming the dragon-slaying blade in the hands of the Honghao Celestial Court. Its reputation is indeed well deserved." Nishang glanced at the corner sliced off her sleeve, then turned and paced away, landing lightly on her mount from earlier.
"Lady Nishang, where are you going?" A weathered middle-aged man saw Nishang turn her mount and leave the army, and could not help asking.
"You return to the army on your own and rest at the designated location. I have matters entrusted to me by the Dharma King to attend to." Before Nishang finished speaking, rider and mount had already vanished into the boundless void.
The middle-aged man watched with envy in his eyes. To travel alone through the Sunken Demon Deathlands was a display of absolute confidence in one's own strength.
Though he considered himself quite capable, he was still far behind Nishang's realm. The Dharma King had once said that among his disciples and numerous subordinates, only Nishang could inherit his mantle and ascend to the Immortal Lord level.
The middle-aged man had been somewhat unconvinced in the past, but ever since Nishang had led the skeletal dragon-lizard cavalry into the Sunken Demon Deathlands, he had been thoroughly won over.
The surroundings were shrouded in darkness. Bat shadows occasionally swept through the gloom, accompanied by the sound of dripping water.
Several figures successively appeared within a patch of shadow. Pfft, pfft, pfft—the swarms of low-level monkey-faced ghost bats