Yang Yuanhong had yet to unleash the wildness in his heart, but he was already fighting with all his strength.
Facing more than a dozen corpse soldiers alone, he could not afford to hold back in the slightest.
Fortunately, aside from the formidable poison coating them, these corpse soldiers themselves were not particularly sturdy.
Moreover, these manifested creatures could not use any especially powerful spells. Individually, they were not very strong; their only advantage was their numbers. With a little caution, they could be dismantled bit by bit.
At the same time, the two locked in a standoff in the air also noticed this battlefield.
Old Demon in the Clouds was astonished by Yang Yuanhong's combat strength, wondering to himself which righteous faction had raised such a youngster.
On the other side, Ling Shuang watched Yang Yuanhong slaughtering the corpse soldiers, and a hint of inspiration flickered in her eyes.
"What a roaming dragon bearing, its ferocity laid bare! If I borrow the power 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. Then, she gradually quickened the speed of her sword swings, dispersing all the remaining poisonous mist.
Seeing his signature technique broken, Old Demon in the Clouds began to consider retreating.
Though he could still spit out a few more mouthfuls of such poisonous mist, this was still merely the stage of probing and scouting before battle. It was far from the time to fight the other side to the death.
Having heavily wounded Baili Fusang this time around meant he had completed the task the young master had assigned him.
As for Yang Yuanhong and the others, killing them would naturally be best, but if