Chapter 282: This is General Zhao Zixun!

At the moment the Gold-seeking Talisman was thrown high up, the Corpse Demon kept howling and rushed over there.

Seeing that, I realized I had snatched the right Gold-seeking Talisman.

Fang Chuanzong said that this heir of the Gold-seeking Colonel, transferred by the organization, had ancestors experienced in commanding Yin Soldiers.

The Gold-seeking Talisman passed down through his ancestors is very likely a Yin Soldier Talisman.

The organization will definitely investigate this thoroughly and gather evidence; it's certain.

However, this Gold-seeking Colonel heir might be rich in theoretical knowledge, but when it comes to actual combat, he's still a bit weak.

But Zhao Zixun is different.

Over a hundred years ago, he accompanied Chen Ping south and north, experiencing countless battles; except for the Battle of Small Camp Mouth, he was nearly invincible.

He was Chen Ping's foremost general, capable and skilled in battle!

What's more valuable is that over a hundred years ago, he had already fought the Corpse Demon.

In the first battle, the Corpse Demon struck unexpectedly, and Zhao Zixun suffered a major defeat.

In the second battle, Zhao Zixun won.

Thus after the second battle, the Corpse Demon was heavily damaged, needing Spiritual Power and essence to nourish the corpse, which led to later events with the miners.

So whenever Zhao Zixun appears, the Corpse Demon reacts strongly.

Old enemies meeting, their eyes blaze with hatred!

When the Gold-seeking Talisman was thrown up, the Corpse Demon lunged; Zhao Zixun gripped the horse's belly with his legs, pulled the reins, and the war horse neighed as it lifted its forelegs.

Seizing the moment, the Red Flag Child sprang onto the horse's back on tiptoe, the Red Flag fluttering in his hand, his childish voice echoing in the valley: 'Five Thunder Orthodoxy, Yin Soldiers come forth, wind fire thunder sound, aid my success…'

The Red Flag kept waving in the thunderstorm, making a loud rustling sound.

For a moment, the entire Yin Soldier formation fell into chaos.

Some Yin Soldiers charged toward the Red Flag, others fired back in reverse; the valley was filled with Yin energy, and the shouts of killing shook the heavens.

Amidst this chaos, Zhao Zixun leapt up with his horse, his whole body flying backward, he extended his long arm, and a second before the Corpse Demon, he firmly grasped the Gold-seeking Talisman.

As Zhao Zixun's body landed back on the horse, the two Golden Halberds in the Corpse Demon's hands were already thrusting toward him.

Zhao Zixun clearly knew the Corpse Demon's every move; with his other hand he drew his waist blade, sweeping the blade upward from below, the blade sliding along the halberd's edge as he pressed down.

Sparks flew constantly between them; Zhao Zixun's body fell from above, his blade cutting down to the halberd's hilt, he gritted his teeth and shoved forward, the Corpse Demon's body stumbling backward uncontrollably.

And Zhao Zixun steadily sat back onto the horse.

The whole process was swift and spirited, exuding a confident, decisive aura.

This is General Zhao Zixun!

Watching this, I finally realized a question… In our previous confrontations, what was he doing?

His former combat strength, compared to today's, was practically just playing house.

Was it because that Coffin Nail in his forehead earlier bound his combat strength?

No, it wasn't.

The Coffin Nail was driven in by Chen Ping; Chen Ping used the Coffin Nail to control Zhao Zixun the person, not his ability.

So the only possibility is that Zhao Zixun never truly regarded us as enemies before.

He was restraining his own combat power!

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield situation had been completely overturned.

Just moments ago the Yin Soldiers were twisted into a single rope; now they actually formed three camps.

Those holding their position, judging by their clothing and weapons, are all from the Tang Dynasty.

These Yin Soldiers should be the warriors who originally followed the Corpse Demon, even death warriors.

Those summoned by the Red Flag Child with the Red Flag and commands are mostly dressed in Republic of China style; the vast majority should be the officers and soldiers Zhao Zixun left behind on this ancient battlefield after his defeat back then.

The remaining Yin Soldiers are a mixed bunch, some in ancient attire, some in modern dress, and even a few still wearing tattered prison uniforms…

After Zhao Zixun settled back onto his horse, he raised the Gold-seeking Talisman he had just obtained high up, again gripped the horse's belly with his legs, pulled the reins, and charged toward that group of Yin Soldiers.

The war horse moved through the rain curtain, Zhao Zixun holding the Gold-seeking Talisman, shouting loudly: 'Heaven clear, earth spiritual, soldiers follow the seal, generals obey the order…'

At the same time, the Red Flag Child also landed on the horse's back, waving the Red Flag: 'Five Thunder Orthodoxy, Yin Soldiers come forth…'

The two voices rose and fell alternately; they each used two different Yin Soldier Techniques to command troops, and wherever they went, those Yin Soldiers who had been unsure which side to join all flocked en masse to our side.

As for those still hesitant and wavering, all one saw was Zhao Zixun swinging his waist blade; the blade fell, and the Yin Soldiers' souls and spirits scattered!

With the great battle imminent, those who cannot be used by us shall be executed on the spot!

This is military law!

"Retreat."

Fang Chuanzong gave a soft reminder.

We all retreated down the mountain foot.

It's not that we don't want to help Zhao Zixun; we simply can't.

Because both sides' Yin Generals and Yin Soldiers, along with their formations, have already been set up, this battle, beginning with the Red Flag Child waving his flag, is the decisive showdown between the Corpse Demon and Zhao Zixun!

This is a Yin Soldier showdown.

This scene seems to have returned to over a hundred years ago.

This unfinished battle will, tonight, finally be put to an end beneath this rain curtain.

All we can do is wait for an opportunity to act when this battle draws to a close.

The various sects sat close to the mountain foot on the ground, legs crossed, circulating Qi and expelling toxins.

They must adjust their condition to the best during this brief Yin Soldier showdown, in case they need to step in and help later.

Hui Yu Mo has been standing by my side, protecting me.

After the Yin Soldier formation took shape, the Corpse Demon and Zhao Zixun stood face to face, locked in a stalemate for a long time; Zhao Zixun suddenly gripped the horse's belly, waved his waist blade, and shouted loudly: 'Kill!'

As the first batch of yin soldiers charged forward, the corpse demon suddenly shuddered, and the pus-filled boils all over its body burst open, splattering everywhere.

Any yin soldier stained by the pus began to emit black smoke from its body, like a leaky, tattered cloak, and its combat power instantly dropped by half.

Before the second wave of yin soldiers could even charge forward, the corpse demon was about to repeat its trick.

All that could be heard was a meow.

The mystic cat that had been obediently perched on my shoulder suddenly arched its body, leapt forward, and rushed straight at the corpse demon.

Before it even got close, its tail flicked up, and the sparks at the tip twisted into flames that surged straight toward the corpse demon to burn it.

The corpse demon is also a zombie.

Any zombie fears fire.

Although the corpse demon's level is high enough that ordinary fire can't harm it, the mystic cat comes from the Buddhist gate, and though the sparks on its tail are small, they are infused with mana!

The corpse demon dodged left and right, frantically thrashing its body and spewing even more pus fluid.

But it was already too late.

The mystic cat had already leapt onto Zhao Zixun's shoulder, and after a few meows, countless characters appeared around it, forming a scripture barrier ahead that blocked the pus fluid.

The corpse demon, having lost the advantage, began to howl and scream wildly.

After all, the pus boils on its body are also a form of cultivation; consuming or destroying them inflicts harm on it.

It can even backfire.

The mystic cat let out a meow and lunged forward, and the scripture barrier slammed violently into the corpse demon with its movement.

The corpse demon was knocked back repeatedly by the scripture barrier.

At that moment, Zhao Zixun seized the opportunity and swung his blade upward……