Cheng Leads the Blood-Clad into the Red Formation, Yang Yan Joins Forces and Suffers a Halberd Strike

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Cheng's figure blurred, and in an instant he vanished from Jade Qilin's back.

He used Wind-Riding Divine Mobility, reaching the skies above Ten-Mile Slope in the blink of an eye and hovering beneath the clouds. Divine light from abilities such as Illusion-Breaking and clarity flowed through his eyes as his gaze swept across every inch of Ten-Mile Slope as though piercing through mist and cloud.

Whether it was the dense forests on the cliffs to either side or the narrow road below, all of it was meticulously examined by his divine abilities.

Yet after looking for quite some time, all he saw below was an ordinary mountain forest, without the slightest trace of an ambush. Still, that strange feeling refused to disperse, causing Zhao Cheng's expression to grow increasingly grave.

Within the dense forests on both sides of Ten-Mile Slope, however, there was utter silence.

The eighty thousand troops lying in ambush here saw that towering figure wielding a halberd suddenly appear in the sky, and every one of them caught their breath. Their hands unconsciously tightened around their weapons, cold sweat seeping into their palms.

A few timider Wei soldiers could not stop their legs from trembling. Even their teeth chattered softly as their lips quivered. "Blood... Blood Butcher is here! Did he discover us?"

"A-A-Are we going to die?"

"Where are the immortal masters? Why haven't the immortal masters made a move yet?"

Someone could not help urging in a lowered voice, his tone filled with panic.

Lu Zhonglian's throat bobbed nervously as he swallowed and leaned close to Yan Lu. "Since when did Zhao Cheng become so cautious? He hasn't really discovered our ambush, has he?"

Yan Lu stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the