Yang Yuanhong had yet to unleash the wildness in his heart, but he was already giving it his all.
Facing more than a dozen corpse soldiers alone, he could not afford to hold back in the slightest.
Fortunately, aside from the formidable poison covering them, these corpse soldiers themselves were not particularly sturdy.
Moreover, these manifested creatures could not wield any especially powerful techniques. Their individual combat strength was not great; they merely prevailed through numbers. With a little caution, they could be gradually broken apart.
At the same time, the two locked in confrontation overhead noticed the battle below.
Old Demon in the Clouds was astonished by Yang Yuanhong's strength, muttering inwardly about which righteous faction had raised this youngster.
On the other side, Ling Shuang watched Yang Yuanhong slaughtering the corpse soldiers, and a flicker of inspiration shone in her eyes.
"What an unrestrained, ferocious aura of a roaming dragon! With the strength of this Little Black Dragon, I may have a chance to kill this Old Devil here!"
With that thought, Ling Shuang decisively recalled her two incarnations and the other three swords. She then gradually quickened the movements of her sword, dissolving the remaining poisonous mist completely.
Seeing his signature technique shattered, Old Demon in the Clouds began to consider retreating.
Though he could still spit out a few more mouthfuls of poisonous mist, they were still merely probing and scouting one another before the battle. It was far from the time to fight to the death.
Having severely wounded Baili Fusang this time already meant he had completed the mission his young master had assigned him.
As for Yang Yuanhong and the others, killing them would naturally be better, but if he could not, it was no great matter. They were merely insignificant minor characters