Tuoba Shan grinned, fear nowhere in that smile—only raw, savage force. "An incense stick's time is enough. I'll hold off the one on the left, you take out the one on the right, and leave the middle one to the people from Medicine King Valley. Bring down all three, and the remaining little riffraff won't be worth fearing."
He made it sound easy, as though the three Longevity Realm corpse generals were nothing more than three heads of cabbage.
Lu Chen did not smile. Looking at the massive silhouette deep within the mist, he said, "The real trouble isn't those three."
Tuoba Shan followed his gaze, and the smile froze on his face.
The silhouette moved again.
This time, it did not take a step. It slowly raised an arm.
That arm emerged from the mist, grayish-white and as thick as a century-old tree. It had five fingers, each as long as an adult human body, their tips black like charred roots.
It rested its arm against the glowing barrier of the mountain-protecting formation.
It did not slap it. It did not ram it. It merely laid its hand upon it.
Where its fingers touched, the barrier began to melt.
Not shatter—melt. The golden light flowed outward from the point of contact like wax beneath a flame, exposing the murky night sky below. Deathly qi surged through the opening, ten times, a hundred times faster than before.
Mu Tianqing's voice rang out from the main peak, this time edged with unmistakable terror. "Everyone fall back! Retreat to the main peak!"
But his voice was drowned out by a thunderous crash.
The first corpse general attacked again. This time, it did not strike with its palm. It clenched both hands into fists and smashed them viciously against the barrier.
The already