Lu Feng was speechless as he watched another mass of troops charge out. Were these armies camped end to end? Everywhere he went was another garrison.
But he had no chance to curse now. The figures before him had already reached him.
Had he not already seen hordes of skeletons, he would surely have sucked in another breath of cold air.
Every one of these figures had a deathly pale face and a vacant expression. Their bodies were rotting all over, their innards visible through their abdomens and chests. Some were even missing arms or legs, with their eyeballs hanging out.
Before they even reached him, he could smell their sickening stench of decay. These were no ordinary cultivators, but corpses-one rotting corpse after another.
"You dare trespass on the Corpse Spirit Sect's garrison? Have you got a death wish?"
Leading them was a zombie at peak Golden Immortal. Perhaps because his cultivation was slightly higher, his body was intact and bronze-colored, rather than rotten like the other zombies.
Closing in on Lu Feng, he raised his hand and struck with his palm. Corpse qi surged to the heavens, condensing into a palm that bore down with ferocious force.
Though Lu Feng dearly wanted to explain that he had not done it on purpose, he knew it would be futile.
At once, he split the true qi within him into five streams and unleashed a blast of Five Qi Dragon Soldiers.
Although this zombie was fairly powerful, how could he withstand the Five Qi Dragon Soldiers unleashed through the Rusty Sword? With a sharp crack, his bronze body split into pieces and fell from the sky.
The Five Qi Dragon Soldiers continued onward, piercing through the zombie's body and shredding many of the zombies behind him.
Now countless more attacks