Vanishing Without a Trace

Three days later, Crescent Moon River Bend.

When Jiang Yuan pulled his right hand out of the enemy commander's chest and looked around, he immediately realized that the battlefield had become one-sided.

Lowering his head, Jiang Yuan looked at the Soul King from the North Yue Kingdom before him. He saw the eyes that could not be closed for Jiujiu, and the lifeless face filled with frozen fear and resentment.

In addition, there was a lingering sense of indignation.

Jiang Yuan knew that this indignation was not directed at his opponent.

If Jiang Yuan were in Jiang Yuan's shoes, he would probably feel even more grief and indignation!

"Duang—!"

With a loud clang of metal, Li Zhishu, clad in "Thousand Scale Armor" and wielding "Coiling Dragon Staff," had just swept away a panicked enemy soldier and was striding towards Jiang Yuan.

"General! It's time—!"

With Li Zhishu's reminder, Jiang Yuan's arm jerked, lifting the Soul King enemy general whose body was gradually losing temperature. He gathered his Soul Power in his throat, unleashing the fourth move of "Beast Martial Soul - Xingyi Fist Style: Fierce Tiger Roar," and let out a thunderous roar that resounded throughout the entire arena:

"The enemy commander is dead! All troops, attack—!!!"

"Roar—!" N

Jiang Yuan's words, and the sight of the corpse held aloft with its limbs hanging limply, immediately boosted the morale of the five thousand soldiers of the [Water Wood Duchy], making them wield their weapons with even greater force.

Correspondingly, the North Yue Kingdom army, which had already been ambushed, became even more disorganized and fled in panic.

At the same time, at another river bend seventeen miles away.

Among the three thousand mannequins made of straw and branches, Ling Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

He spread his five fingers and pressed them onto the few "Blue Silver Grass" beneath him until his palms touched the ground. Feeling the faint, almost imperceptible vibration, he immediately rolled over and got up.

With his right hand, Ling Yi took out a tinderbox from his bosom, lit the torches stuck in front of him one by one, and then scattered all the torches in all directions like a fairy scattering flowers.

"Boom--"

Instantly, blazing orange Lie Yan rose up, engulfing the entire array of three thousand dummies.

Just before the fire spread, Ling Yi leaped up in a few quick steps, disappearing into the Curved Moon River not far away in a perfect arc.

About five or six minutes later, a troop of cavalry charged ahead and stopped a few dozen meters away from the raging fire. The leader looked at the raging fire, his face turning pale and then red.

"General...?" The guard beside him leaned forward and whispered, as if he wanted to ask something.

Before the man could finish speaking, purple Soul Power surged around the leader, and fine purple scales appeared on the skin of his face that was not covered by a helmet and armor.

At the same time, three yellow, one purple, and one black Soul Ring, a total of five, appeared around him, swirling and pulsating.

The next second, the third Soul Ring, a deep yellow with a hint of purple, burst into light.

Third Soul Skill: Hurricane Arrow Rain!

Suddenly, dozens or even hundreds of short, azure-colored arrows appeared in mid-air. With a sudden swing of the arm by the leader, they charged headlong into the raging Lie Yan.

The wind fanned the flames, Lie Yan shot skyward, but before that, a brief gap appeared in the orange-red flames, revealing what lay inside.

Those were carbonized humanoid bodies.

In a fleeting glimpse, one could also see some objects that were charred black with a slight pale white tinge, which appeared to be skeletons.

Although still harboring many doubts and speculations, the leader coldly pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and said fiercely, "Go!"

As soon as the words left his lips, he lashed out with his whip in mid-air, and with a crackling sound, he spurred his horse and galloped away without looking back.

Two days later, in a valley more than 300 miles south of the border of the Star Luo Empire.

Ling Yi handed out maps and letters to thirty or forty men dressed in coarse linen clothes.

After distributing the items, Ling Yi looked around and met the bewildered gazes of the crowd. He then raised his right hand. As everyone's attention was drawn to his raised right hand, he first spread his fingers, rotated his wrist in the air, and then pinched his thumb and middle finger together.

"Smack—!"

A crisp sound, not loud, but it seemed to have a kind of magic that went straight to the depths of people's hearts, making it Jiujiu.

"Everyone," Ling Yi's magnetic voice, though not loud, spoke leisurely, "From today onwards, you are no longer citizens of the [Water Wood Duchy]. You are displaced people, ravaged by war on the border of the two great empires, now homeless and adrift—"

"Go, flee to the Star Luo Empire— "

"There's nothing left to miss about the [Water Wood Duchy]. You have no family ties to hold you back. I hope you can find your place of belonging here in the [Star Luo Empire]."

"Gengxin City, the City of Metal capital, has the [Blacksmith Association]. If you'd like, you can try becoming a blacksmith. Even if you don't have Soul Power, as long as you're willing to learn, you might become an intermediate blacksmith, or even a senior blacksmith!"

"..."

As Ling Yi's words reached their ears, the confusion in the eyes of the thirty or forty men in their prime gradually faded, replaced by determination.

Without saying much, these men of varying heights, all exuding a menacing aura, stepped into the valley, each leading dozens of others dressed in coarse linen clothes as they emerged.

First, she came to Ling Yi, bowed and greeted him, and then, with a look of trepidation and unease, she walked step by step out of the valley.

The mountain road, which is about seven or eight miles long, branches into four or five forks at the end, each leading in a different direction.

On a hill about a hundred meters high, Ling Yi quietly watched the backs of the people walking their respective paths below, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

The Curved Moon River, located on the border between the two great empires, originates from the Heavenly Spirit Mountain Range Moling Mountain Range. It meanders for more than 800 miles from west to east, passing through three cities of varying sizes: Feier City, Suotuo City, and Kelo City.

Seventy miles southwest of Feier City, the army of the Water Wood Duchy defeated the army of the North Yue Kingdom and gained temporary peace, retreating to this place to temporarily set up camp.

After Ling Yi landed on a deserted beach in the Curved Moon River, he did not immediately try to find his way and continue on his way. Instead, he squatted down, placed his palms on the ground, and used his Soul Power to communicate with the "Blue Silver Grass" that covered the ground.

After confirming that there were no other human signs within a radius of more than ten miles, Ling Yi stood up and headed northeast, following the setting Sun.

Every so often, Ling Yi would stop and pause, using the "Blue Silver Grass" covering the ground to sense the surroundings.

It must be said that during the previous tug-of-war and stalemate, Ling Yi's act of scattering "Blue Silver Grass" seeds wherever he went with the army provided an excellent medium for his current "invisibility".

Otherwise, Ling Yi wouldn't have been confident that he could lead three thousand soldiers across multiple battle lines and directly reach a position one or two hundred miles behind enemy lines.