Chapter 451: Traceless Silhouette

Three Generals Camp.

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

Liu Er was riding a yellow-biao horse, rubbing the Profound Yellow Sword in his hand.

This precious sword was heavy and blunt, the blade was earth-yellow, and black textures were distributed on the surface, resembling the roots of the earth.

The hilt was black, with earthy yellow rings distributed at intervals, containing the meaning of precipitation and protection in the earth element.

Ning Zhuo gave Liu Er the Profound Yellow Mother Stone, and the national craftsman Jin used the weapon blueprint provided by Liu Er to forge it.

This was not a magic treasure, but a weapon.

Magic treasures were more focused on the casting of spells, while weapons contained military strategy, and military strategy mostly acted on people and things, exerting positive and negative influences on them.

Spells and military strategy were difficult to be compatible, and basically only one could be chosen as the content of the creation.

In terms of actual application, cultivators would not forcibly let spells and military strategy be collected on one magic treasure. The difficulty was too great, and the cost was too high.

With these resources, it was better to forge magic treasures and weapons separately!

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

"As expected of the weapon

Liu Er could not put this weapon down, knowing that his success in establishing merits and fighting on the battlefield would rely heavily on this precious sword.

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

It was Wu Hen!

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

Wu Hen observed Liu Er and felt quite speechless.

Clearly, the Profound Yellow Sword was heavy and blunt, a treasure for defense. Liu Er held the hilt in one hand and felt the blade with the other; how was Wu Hen 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 and reveal a flaw.

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

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, forests, 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 Battalion marched, they were in a state of array formation, with military power flowing and the army organized, possessing the might of national defense.

Few stealth techniques could flow among 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 team.

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, and he was none other than Zhang Hei.

Zhang Hei was riding a black horse, holding a horsewhip, not sneaking along with the army, but standing on the side of the road, observing the military appearance.

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

"Move faster!"

"Still slacking off while forming the array?"

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

Zhang Hei's temper was quite explosive when dealing with disobedient soldiers. The leather whip caused the soldiers to scream repeatedly, but it did indeed make the soldiers alert, their movements became more agile and standard, maintaining the stability of the Long Snake Array.

Wu Hen watched from afar without approaching.

Watching Zhang Hei constantly whipping the soldiers, he was speechless.

Zhang Hei was furious, his aura rolling and his posture ready for battle; it was clear he was not in a state easy to ambush.

Just then, Zhang Hei's leather whip suddenly stopped; he only used the whip to point and gesture, cursing in his mouth, and had restrained himself a lot.

While Wu Hen was puzzled, he saw a carriage moving along with the team.

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; could it be that you are whipping the soldiers again?"

Zhang Hei hurriedly denied: "Where, where. Ever since the military advisor complained to the eldest brother, I have almost never done such things."

The youth shook his head: "Listening to General Zhang's meaning, it seems you are still blaming 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 forged?"

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

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

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

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

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

His thoughts turned, and he immediately followed the huge shadow of the carriage, 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 Ning Zhuo sitting and leaning against the carriage wall, looking down and studying a mechanism classic.

On his left stood a mechanical ape, wearing heavy armor and exuding a thick aura of blood.

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

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

And what concerned him most was the hand of the female mechanical doll, which was holding a long mechanical sickle.

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

That was the principle concerning "Strangeness."

"Night Rain Demon Soldier?!"

"And it's not an ordinary Night Rain Demon Soldier!"

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

He relied on the uniqueness of his cultivation method and spells to be able to sneak into the Three Generals Battalion and slip into the Canglin Immortal City to gather intelligence everywhere.

This is because cultivation methods and spells related to Strangeness are very difficult to understand and even harder to cultivate.

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

Compared to achieving success in his own cultivation, a more practical and feasible method is to collect related magic treasures for research and use.

Therefore, since the Night Rain Dynasty, many great cultivators have extensively collected Night Rain Demon Soldiers.

Wu Hen held his breath and carefully left the carriage box.

That female mechanical doll exuded a Golden Core aura and held a Night Rain Demon Soldier that was by no means ordinary; Wu Hen had no confidence at all to ambush Ning Zhuo.

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

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

He had infiltrated to create military merit, not to commit suicide!

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

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

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

His beard was thick, eight feet long, and 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 for grooming his long beard.

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

He immediately sneaked into the shadow of the red-maned horse and silently brewed his power.

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 was 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 like a broken thread between him and Guan Hong's shadow.

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 were to cut true, Guan Hong's head would be severed just like his shadow.

At the critical moment of life and death, Guan Hong's heart jumped, and his mind was seized by an incomparably strong 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 touched the tip of the scissors in advance.

Guan Hong felt a pain that pierced his heart!

And Wu Hen felt the scissors pierce into flesh and blood, making it 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 groaned in pain; the wound on his entire right arm appeared, a huge wound that almost caused his right arm to be directly severed!

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 laughed strangely and dived directly into the horse's shadow.

Blade Technique — Hundred-Foot Life-Chasing!

The bloody blade light locked onto Wu Hen and followed 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 energy 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 struck, he immediately followed the shadow and transferred frantically.

Numerous spells struck the ground, but they did not cause him the slightest injury.

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

And because the soldiers attacked Wu Hen one after another, the team fell into chaos, causing the Three Generals Battalion's Long Snake Array to operate poorly, revealing a huge flaw.

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

In an instant, several spells were hurled from four directions at the soldiers of the Three Generals Battalion.

The Three Generals Battalion had been in a state of array formation and reacted instantly.

Liu Er and Zhang Hei acted simultaneously, each intercepting a spell in mid-air.

Guan Hong was injured and acted a beat too slow, only intercepting half a spell.

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

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