Chapter 964: Encountering the Copper Corpse

It's just that there are too many corpses in this deep pit, numbering at least several hundred in total; after one sword strike, even more withered bones surged out.

"Brother Chen, look at the one at the very back, he seems to be an officer. Eliminate him, and the other corpses will all fall to the ground," Yu Sichen said, pointing forward.

Chen Yu looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, a tall, withered skeleton stood on the other side of the deep pit.

Its body was rotting, and its two eyes were filled with baleful energy; the officer's uniform on its body was still vaguely discernible.

More importantly, it was holding a Samurai Sword in its hand, in a charging posture.

Chen Yu slashed at a withered skeleton in front of him with his sword, then gathered his Qi and leaped forward, quickly reaching the officer.

That officer must have been a military officer in life; even after being dead for decades, he could still maintain a sense of baleful energy. As soon as he saw Chen Yu get close, he let out a hiss, and the sword in his hand slashed toward Chen Yu without hesitation.

Clang—the sword in his hand struck Chen Yu's Lichen, and the blade instantly snapped into two pieces. Chen Yu slashed off both of his hands with one sword strike, then thrust his Lichen through his chest.

Thump... the Fusang officer knelt on the ground. His eyes glowed with a red light, and at the same time, a stiff voice came from his mouth: "Did we... win?"

"Win?" Chen Yu sneered and said, "In August 1945, your Emperor announced surrender; it has been seventy-six years since then."

"Impossible." The red glow in the officer's eyes flickered, appearing very agitated: "The Emperor could not have surrendered."

"The facts are right before your eyes. Today's Huaxia is not what it used to be and is currently in a golden age," Chen Yu sneered.

But his heart was somewhat touched; the last Fusang officer he encountered, who had also been dead for decades, had asked who won as his first sentence as well.

This kind of belief is truly terrifying.

"Who won?" the Fusang officer asked.

"The Red Army, now also called the People's Liberation Army," Chen Yu said.

"Heh, as expected." A smile appeared on the Fusang officer's terrifying face, looking somewhat ferocious: "Those who win the hearts of the people win the world. Huaxia has the help of a great man and should open up a golden age."

"It's over, the battle is over. Is there still any meaning to what we persisted in?" The Fusang officer looked at the withered bones that were incessantly surging upward before him, and he murmured: "We should go home."

As his voice fell, the red glow in his eyes slowly vanished, and then his head hung heavily downward, before turning into a patch of ashes.

And as he fell, the Fusang soldiers who were surging forward like moths to a flame all stopped on the spot. They tilted their heads, looking toward the direction of their homeland, with expressions of sorrow appearing on their ferocious faces.

"No need to fight anymore, we can finally go home."

A sound of invisible wailing floated in the air, a ray of light swept past, and countless Yin Souls condensed into the light, then floated toward the sky, disappearing into mid-air.

Those hundreds of withered bones all slowly fell to the ground, then turned into clumps of ashes, completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Dead for decades, yet they could still remember their mission in life. This kind of militaristic ideology of Fusang is worth our deep reflection," Zhou Yu put away his gun and said with a complex expression.

"Indeed terrifying. I wonder how many Yin Souls are still left here on the land of Huaxia. We must be glad that we won back then," Chen Yu murmured, then he perked up and said: "Everyone, continue forward, but you must be careful. Hundreds of fully armed Fusang officers were left here decades ago; I imagine the things inside must be very terrifying."

Zhou Yu nodded, checked his equipment, and then continued to advance.

After walking another few hundred meters, this cave had reached its end.

They saw that ahead was a bottomless abyss; at the very bottom of the abyss, one could vaguely see the glow of magma fire. Without realizing it, the group had actually arrived underground.

Above the abyss were several iron chains as thick as arms, leading straight to the opposite side, and on the opposite side was a huge platform. Looking from afar, there seemed to be a huge Altar on the platform, and on the other side of the Altar, there seemed to be a stone coffin.

"We have to cross this iron chain bridge," Chen Yu thought for a moment and said: "Professor Yang, it is very dangerous below, you and Zhou Jie stay on this side, we will go over."

"No, I can feel it, the thing we are looking for is on the opposite side, I must go over and see it for myself." Professor Yang's expression appeared very agitated.

But just at this moment, a gust of fierce wind suddenly attacked. Chen Yu's heart tightened; he didn't have time to turn his head, so he grabbed with his right hand, gripped Lichen tightly, and struck back with his sword.

Boom... the web between Chen Yu's thumb and index finger was shaken until it felt a bit numb. When he looked up, he couldn't help but be startled; he saw a giant over a zhang tall, covered in bronze armor, walking toward him with stumbling steps.

"Everyone, be careful." Zhou Yu quickly raised the gun in his hand, and seeing the bronze figure approaching, he fired without hesitation.

Bang, bang, bang—several shots were fired, but the bronze figure's form only slowed down slightly, and then it continued to walk forward without obstruction.

"It's useless. This is a Copper Corpse refined using the Corpse Refining Technique, belonging to the Second Stage. It is impervious to blades and guns. That group of Fusang officers outside died at its hands," Chen Yu said in a deep voice.

This kind of Copper Corpse is extremely difficult to refine. Although a Second Stage Copper Corpse doesn't have strong lethality, it is impervious to blades and guns, which is extremely troublesome for ordinary people.

As he spoke, the Copper Corpse had already closed in. Chen Yu flicked his right hand, and Lichen struck out once again.

Clang... sparks flew in all directions. Although Chen Yu did not use his full strength in this sword strike, its power was still immense, but this strike only caused the Copper Corpse's forward steps to stall, and then it continued to walk forward.

"Such high defense. Step back, let me handle it." Chen Yu sneered. With his strength in the Primordial Qi Realm, he couldn't even deal with a mere Copper Corpse?

After the others stepped back, he gathered his Qi and moved forward, heading toward the Copper Corpse.

With a whoosh, the huge cleaver in the Copper Corpse's hand slashed toward Chen Yu. Chen Yu blocked with his Lichen. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere. Chen Yu let out a violent shout, flicked his Lichen, and pushed it to the limit; immediately following, a burst of Sword Qi emanated from the blade.

Clang, clang, clang—sparks flew everywhere, and countless sword marks were carved into the bronze clothing on the Copper Corpse. The Copper Corpse seemed to be enraged; it roared and charged toward Chen Yu, but before it could show its might, Chen Yu leaped up, swept his Lichen, and crossed paths with the Copper Corpse's form.

With a thump, a massive head fell to the ground. The headless Copper Corpse ran forward a few steps quickly before it finally collapsed to the ground.

The Copper Corpse's body fell heavily to the ground, and the luster in its eyes slowly vanished. This thing that had slaughtered hundreds of Fusang officers in succession had now finally fallen to the ground.

"Cross the iron chain bridge." Chen Yu put away Lichen, stepped forward, held onto the iron chain bridge on both sides, and walked forward, with the people behind following closely.