In the Golden City, Liu Zhi was conducting his daily patrol, inspecting the various murals and such in the eastern district.
Liu Zhi knew very well that enemies were only temporary. The knowledge he learned was what truly belonged to him.
That was why he took his daily studies and deeper investigations very seriously.
At this moment, only three Golden Skeletons and the Corpse Soul Naga accompanied him. The rest of the Undead Army was stationed at the valley entrance, preventing any enemies from taking the opportunity to launch a surprise attack.
As he walked through a ruin in the eastern district, Liu Zhi personally moved aside a massive stone and turned over the section of a stone wall buried in the mud. He carefully examined the carvings and murals on it.
The mural was quite interesting. It seemed to depict the Incas conducting a sacrificial burial. They decorated the corpses with gold, wrapped them up, and threw them into the lake. Then, large quantities of golden vessels were dumped into the lake from a ship. It looked as if they were rich tycoons who did not care about money at all—so extravagantly wealthy that it made one want to die in that era.
Just then, Liu Zhi suddenly felt a chill behind him, as if something nearby was wrong.
Liu Zhi was willing to trust his instincts. He drew the Wood Sword he had made on the spot and turned toward the direction of the sensation.
The Wood Sword in Liu Zhi's hand naturally was not a combination of wood and obsidian. Ever since he had gained the Skeleton Goldsmith, his Wood Sword had become a wooden base covered in gold leaf.
However, Liu Zhi had mastered the Indigo Chasing Wind Swordplay. The greatest feature of this swordplay was that it could condense Wind Blades along the sword's edge, so he was not worried at all that the Wood Sword merely looked good but could not hurt anyone.
After he drew his sword, the three Golden Skeletons surrounded Liu Zhi. At the same time, the Corpse Soul Naga drew her own sword and looked around.
Only after ensuring his safety did Liu Zhi notice two extremely strange trees in the distance.
These two trees were a very unusual species. They did not seem to have grown naturally, but rather to have been deliberately planted here long ago. After all these years, they had not been broken by wind or rain. Instead, because of their age, their crowns had gradually become entangled with each other.
Liu Zhi had passed by this place many times. He had always felt that the two trees looked as if they were guarding a gate somewhere in the eastern district, and had never thought much of it.
But this time was different. Liu Zhi clearly sensed a strange power coming from between the two trees.
Then, a green light emerged between the two trees. Amid the mass of leaves, a green ball of light slowly appeared. Liu Zhi actually saw that behind the light ball was a slide made of vines and leaves.
"What is going on?"
Liu Zhi could not help calling out.
Just then, something suddenly fell from the top of the slide. Looking closely, Liu Zhi discovered that they were various indigenous warriors wearing Leather Armor and carrying weapons.
They had yet to adjust to the sensation of descending from the sky along the slide. As they slid out, they collided with one another in complete chaos.
Liu Zhi did not think much of it. He stretched out his left hand, and the Death Long Staff fell into it.
Then, Liu Zhi locked his mind onto the space between the two trees. A bolt of lightning shot from the Lightning Coral atop the Death Long Staff, sending three indigenous warriors flying.
Only after the indigenous warriors landed did they react. They shouted loudly, "It's a demon! The demons have really been released!"
"Attack! Kill them!"
Liu Zhi roared as he charged toward them with his sword and Death Long Staff. At the same time, he sent out a signal, ordering the Undead Army guarding the entrance to hurry over and provide support.
At Liu Zhi's command, the Corpse Soul Naga charged into the crowd at the very front.
Compared to Liu Zhi, the Corpse Soul Naga had an extraordinary talent for swordsmanship. As she charged forward, pale blue Wind Blades had already gathered around the sword and dagger in her hands.
In this respect alone, she had already far surpassed Liu Zhi.
The Corpse Soul Naga did not release the Wind Blades. Instead, taking advantage of the Wind Blades gathered at the tips of her weapons, she forcibly twisted her body around her center.
The Corpse Soul Naga moved like a spinning top. Her four swords flashed up and down, and in the blink of an eye, she cut several indigenous warriors who were trying to get up into pieces.
After completing that strike, the Corpse Soul Naga pounced toward the dazed indigenous warriors, intending to use the opportunity to kill more enemies.
She had already realized that the other side had deployed a considerable number of troops. Even if they stood still and let her kill them, it would take quite some time. Not to mention, these indigenous warriors were all considered warriors. They had been caught off guard and dazed only because they had not yet reacted. Once they organized themselves, killing them so easily would no longer be possible.
At this moment, Liu Zhi had also charged into the crowd.
Unlike the kind of mage who hid in the rear, Liu Zhi preferred to charge into the crowd with a sword and kill, kill, kill. In any case, he did not have any other magic. All his magical power had been occupied by the Nether Palace and the undead he had released.
Thus, after casting a bolt of lightning, he very decisively threw the Death Long Staff behind him to follow along and charged into battle with his sword.
While fighting the enemy, Liu Zhi discovered that he felt somewhat awkward. Although the Death Long Staff could float behind him continuously without affecting his ability to turn during battle, it still occupied one hand.
Liu Zhi could only choose between wielding a sword in his right hand with his left hand empty, or holding the staff in his right hand and a shield or another off-hand item in his left.
This made fighting quite inconvenient. Sometimes, Liu Zhi wanted to hold the sword with both hands, but he felt as if his left hand could never grip the hilt together with his right.
It could be said that the forceful, straight-down sword techniques were no longer an option for Liu Zhi. He could only learn the agile and nimble style.
Fortunately, most of the three sword techniques he had learned followed this style. Otherwise, Liu Zhi would not have known how to swing his sword.
At this moment, he was facing two indigenous warriors alone. His gold-leaf-wrapped sword moved up and down, while the Wind Blades at its tip swept across the two warriors' weapons and forcibly cut them apart.
Just then, the indigenous warriors' reinforcements arrived. Aside from the dozen or so enemies killed by the Corpse Soul Naga at the beginning, the indigenous warriors who had arrived first formed a defensive battle formation, protecting the later troops as they landed safely.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liu Zhi also saw the condition of the indigenous warriors. Their appearances and attire varied. Some had the traditional Inca, Maya, and Aztec styles, while others had adopted styles from the current era.
What drew Liu Zhi's attention the most was a man at the very back of the formation who was completely draped in eagle feathers.
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