Looking for Death!

For most of the day, Bai Yang hadn't come up with any way to cross the military camp except to force his way through.

Watching quietly from a distance, he saw that more than twenty Martial Path Grandmasters and True Lords had gathered here. To be exact, there were twenty-three.

These powerful figures, each normally ruling over their own territory, were all unnerved when they saw the army of corpse soldiers inside the camp.

Feeling how terrifying those corpse soldiers were, seven people chose to leave within ten minutes. There was no other choice. The aura alone made it clear that facing them meant certain death, and staying would likely end badly.

A wise man knew when to retreat. People ate according to the size of their bowls, and there had never been a shortage of clever people. Anyone who had made it this far knew how to read a situation; rushing off to throw away their life in a moment of recklessness was almost unheard of.

The remaining sixteen powerful figures chose to watch rather than leave. It was unclear whether they had some other plan.

All sixteen were from the Chen Dynasty. Bai Yang recognized nearly none of them, except one. They had gathered in groups of two or three, forming five separate parties.

The largest group had six people. Though Bai Yang didn't know them, he could tell who they were: all officials of the Chen Dynasty. Some were military commanders, others high-ranking members of the Forbidden Martial Hall, and even the least prominent among them was a major figure governing a Prefecture.

Of the other four groups, one consisted of a lone man: Song Zhang, who had arrived first. The remaining groups had two, three, and four people respectively.

After watching for a while, Bai Yang