Chapter 451: Traceless Shadow-Cutting

Three Generals Camp.

The soldiers formed a battle formation, arranged in an orderly manner, like a thick python, slowly passing through the mountain land.

Liu Er rode a yellow-maned horse, rubbing the Mysterious Yellow Sword in his hand.

This precious sword was heavy and blunt, the sword body was earthy yellow, and black patterns were distributed on the surface, like the roots of the earth.

And the hilt was black, with earthy yellow rings distributed at intervals,

Unlike Ning Zhuo gifted the Profound Yellow Mother Stone to Liu Er, which was crafted by the national artisan Jin Li using the weapon blueprints provided by Liu Er.

This was not a magic treasure, but a weapon.

Magic treasures focus more on the casting of spells, while weapons contain military tactics, and military tactics are mostly applied to people and objects, exerting positive or negative influences on them.

Spells and military tactics are difficult to reconcile; basically, one can only choose one as the content for crafting.

In terms of practical application, cultivators would not forcibly combine spells and military tactics into a single magic treasure. The difficulty is too great, and the cost is too high.

With these resources, it is better to craft magic treasures and weapons separately!

Liu Er gripped the hilt, feeling the weight and power of the Profound Yellow Sword; in a trance, he seemed to be able to feel the pulse of the earth.

"It is worthy of being a weapon crafted by Jin Li himself."

Liu Er could not put this weapon down, knowing that for this mission of establishing merit and fighting on the battlefield, he would rely heavily on this precious sword.

In the shadow cast by him and his mount on the ground, a pair of eyes quietly opened.

It was Wu Hen!

Wu Hen's pupils were filled with black bloodshot veins, appearing eerie and gloomy.

Wu Hen observed Liu Er, feeling quite speechless.

It was very obvious that the Profound Yellow Sword was heavy and blunt, a treasure for defense. With Liu Er holding the hilt in one hand and groping the blade with the other, how was Wu Hen supposed to launch a surprise attack?

There was simply no opportunity to be found.

If Wu Hen were acting alone, he might have chosen to continue observing, waiting for Liu Er to put the precious sword into its scabbard, revealing a flaw.

But now, Chen Lingfeng and many other Golden Core cultivators were waiting for him to make a move.

Wu Hen decisively abandoned Liu Er, leaping between shadows, sometimes waiting for the moment when a cultivator's shadow made contact with the shadows of surrounding trees or mountain rocks to transfer himself.

Ordinary stealth techniques could not achieve such excellence as he did.

This was because when the soldiers of the Three Generals Camp marched, they were in a state of formation, with military power circulating, the army organized, and possessing the might of national defense.

Few stealth techniques could slip between them. Most cultivators with some skill who served as scouts could only risk approaching from a distance and cautiously peering from afar.

Wu Hen searched all the way and discovered a burly man in the middle of the formation.

This burly man was eight feet tall, with a thick, short neck, and a face full of black whiskers like steel needles; his Golden Core aura was rolling—it was Zhang Hei.

Zhang Hei was riding a black-dappled horse, holding a horsewhip; he was not sneaking with the army, but standing by the side of the road, observing the military appearance.

Once he saw an individual cultivator moving slowly, distracted, or slacking off, he would whip them directly while cursing loudly.

"Move faster!"

"Still slacking off while forming up?"

"Hey! You dare to glare at me?!"

Zhang Hei's temper was quite explosive when dealing with disobedient soldiers. The whip made the soldiers scream continuously, but it also truly made the soldiers alert, their movements becoming more nimble and standard, maintaining the stability of the Long Snake Formation.

Wu Hen watched from afar, not approaching.

Watching Zhang Hei continuously whipping the soldiers, he was very speechless.

Zhang Hei was furious, his aura rolling, swords drawn and bows bent; he clearly was not in a state easy to ambush.

Just at this moment, Zhang Hei's whip suddenly stopped; he only used the horsewhip to point and gesture, cursing in his mouth, having restrained himself a lot.

While Wu Hen was puzzled, he saw a carriage coming along the formation.

When the carriage drove in front of Zhang Hei, the small window on the carriage box opened, revealing a young cultivator with a fair face and bright eyes.

The youth said to Zhang Hei in a helpless tone: "General Zhang, I heard your scolding from far away; are you whipping the soldiers again?"

Zhang Hei hurriedly denied: "Where, where. Ever since the military advisor complained to the eldest brother, I have almost stopped doing such things."

The youth shook his head: "Listening to General Zhang's meaning, it seems you still resent me for complaining?"

Zhang Hei denied it again: "How could that be!? The military advisor is naturally thinking for our army, and I, Old Hei, have always kept the military advisor's kindness in mind. Look at my Black Snake Spear; without the precious materials gifted by the military advisor, how could it have been crafted?"

"Sigh, General Zhang, please take care of yourself." Unlike Ning Zhuo let go of the curtain and returned to his solitary state.

His carriage was equipped with a magic array, and the space was the size of a room, not as cramped as it appeared from the outside.

In the entire Three Generals Camp, he was currently the only one with such special treatment. Even the three generals of the Golden Core level, Liu, Guan, and Zhang, were all riding Foundation Establishment level warhorses.

Wu Hen's heart stirred: "Is he Unlike Ning Zhuo?"

Comparing it slightly with the intelligence in his heart, Wu Hen confirmed his guess.

His thoughts turned, and he immediately followed the carriage's massive shadow, quietly clinging to it, and slipped into the carriage box without anyone noticing.

Wu Hen:!!?

As soon as he entered the carriage, he was shocked.

He saw Unlike Ning Zhuo sitting and leaning against the carriage wall, lowering his head and studying a book on mechanisms.

On his left stood a mechanical ape, wearing heavy armor, exuding a thick bloody aura.

On the seat to his right sat a mechanical puppet, in the form of an adult female, with a Golden Core aura.

Whether it was the mechanical ape or the female puppet, both made Wu Hen feel that they were not to be trifled with.

And what concerned him most was the palm of the female mechanical puppet, which was holding a long mechanical scythe.

From this mechanical scythe, Wu Hen sensed the Dao and principles he was extremely familiar with.

That was the principle concerning "Strange."

"Night Rain Demon Soldier?!"

"And it's an unusual Night Rain Demon Soldier!"

Wu Hen's heart jumped wildly, and he could no longer remain calm.

He relied on the uniqueness of his cultivation techniques and spells to sneak into the Three Generals Camp and slip into the Canglin Immortal City to gather intelligence everywhere.

This is because cultivation techniques and spells related to "Strange" are very difficult to understand and even harder to cultivate.

Therefore, the vast majority of cultivators lack understanding of them, find them difficult to comprehend, and naturally find it difficult to guard against such methods.

Compared to achieving success in one's own cultivation, a more practical and feasible method is to collect relevant magic treasures for research and use.

Therefore, since the Night Rain Dynasty, many powerful cultivators have widely collected Night Rain Demon Soldiers.

Wu Hen held his breath and carefully left the carriage.

That female mechanical puppet exuded a Golden Core aura and held an extraordinary Night Rain Demon Soldier; Wu Hen had no confidence at all to ambush Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Even if the ambush were successful, the spells he relied on would no longer have their usual advantage in front of the scythe.

Once he was pinned down and the entire army surrounded him, could Wu Hen still escape from here alive?

He snuck in to create military merit, not to commit suicide!

Therefore, Unlike Ning Zhuo was also not a suitable target for attack.

Wu Hen left the carriage in a somewhat disheveled state, walked along the formation all the way to the end, and saw Guan Hong.

Guan Hong was sitting on a red-maned horse, not stroking his weapon, the Blood Dragon Blade, nor scolding the soldiers, but was... grooming his beard.

His beard was thick and dense, eight feet long, pitch black and shiny; as he walked, it could almost drag on the ground.

Guan Hong would set aside a period of time every day specifically to groom his long beard.

Seeing this, Wu Hen's heart stirred; he had finally found a suitable target to attack!

He immediately snuck into the shadow of the red-maned horse and silently brewed his attack.

Spell—Traceless Silhouette!

At this moment, the shadow under Guan Hong suddenly expanded, and Wu Hen emerged from it.

His face was withered and pale, his long black hair disheveled, and he wore a black robe that was tattered and broken. At the edges of the black robe and the ends of his hair, shadows were attached, forming a connection between his and Guan Hong's shadows like a lotus root broken but with fibers still connected.

Wu Hen's magic power surged from his hands, turning into a pair of scissors, aiming fiercely at Guan Hong's neck to cut.

If this cut were solid, Guan Hong's head would be cut off just like his shadow.

At the critical moment of life and death, Guan Hong's heart jumped wildly, his mind seized by an incomparably intense sense of crisis.

At the same time, the soldiers marching behind him saw Wu Hen and exclaimed one after another.

Guan Hong did not have time to turn his head; his spiritual sense condensed, observing Wu Hen, whom he had been unable to perceive before.

He "saw" Wu Hen about to cut his neck, so he subconsciously raised his right arm, actively meeting the scissors.

Reflected in the shadow on the ground, Guan Hong's raised right arm made contact with the very tip of the scissors in advance.

Guan Hong immediately felt a heart-wrenching pain!

And Wu Hen felt the scissors pierce into flesh and blood, difficult to pull back.

He could only make the best of the situation and take the opportunity to close the scissors.

Even a tough guy like Guan Hong couldn't help but groan in pain; the wound on his entire right arm appeared, and the huge wound almost caused his right arm to be cut off directly!

He had quite rich combat experience; without thinking, he drew the Blood Dragon Blade with his left hand and slashed at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen let out a strange laugh and dove directly into the horse's shadow.

Blade Technique—Hundred-Zhang Life-Chasing!

The bloody blade light locked onto Wu Hen and took the opportunity to sink into the horse's shadow.

The next moment, Guan Hong's mount, the red-maned horse, let out a mournful cry and suddenly self-destructed, flesh and blood flying everywhere, and blade qi raging wildly.

Guan Hong had clearly locked onto Wu Hen, but he had mistakenly slashed his own mount.

He was not lightly injured, and instead of counterattacking Wu Hen, he had caused his own mount to perish!

After Wu Hen made his move, he immediately followed the shadow and transferred frantically.

Numerous spells smashed onto the ground, not causing him the slightest injury.

After a dozen breaths, he successfully escaped the enemy army, fully displaying the style of the Strange Dao.

And because the soldiers attacked Wu Hen one after another, the formation was in chaos, causing the Three Generals Camp's Long Snake Formation to operate poorly, revealing a huge flaw.

Seeing this movement, the several Golden Core cultivators who had been waiting bitterly outside moved together!

In an instant, several spells smashed toward the soldiers of the Three Generals Camp from four directions.

The Three Generals Camp had always been in a state of formation and reacted instantly.

Liu Er and Zhang Hei attacked at the same time, each intercepting a spell in mid-air.

Guan Hong was injured and was a beat slow in attacking, only intercepting half a spell.

Unlike Ning Zhuo ordered Yuan Dasheng to attack, but only bore the power of half a spell.

The remaining two or three spells smashed into the soldiers, killing... more than thirty cultivators on the spot.