Chapter 283: So awesome!

That night, I deeply realized how important the team's strength is.

I also deeply felt that whether a battle could be won, whether we could turn defeat into victory, strategy played a decisive role.

A hopping corpse aided by a three-eyed toad is too tough to deal with.

After all, that three-eyed toad has already gained spiritual wisdom.

When we redeployed our strategy in the afternoon, Liu Junyan said we must separate the three-eyed toad and the hopping corpse.

Only by completely separating them and restraining each individually do we have a chance to win.

Indeed, without the three-eyed toad's aid, the hopping corpse's combat power erupts quickly, but its endurance is weak.

Zhao Zixun arrived just in time.

I felt that all favorable conditions at this moment were leaning toward us.

Zhao Zixun's great sword, in the midst of the clash of both sides' yin soldiers, came down hard on the hopping corpse's neck.

Clang!

The great sword couldn't budge the hopping corpse even a bit.

Missing the strike, Zhao Zixun quickly retreated.

My heart rose with it.

Fang Chuanzong was even more nervous than I: "It's bad—this hopping corpse has cultivated bronze skin and iron bones; ordinary weapons can't kill it at all."

Before I could react, the next moment I heard everyone sucking in a breath of cold air.

I saw Zhao Zixun suddenly grasp the gold-seeking talisman, align the pangolin's sharp claw with his chest, and thrust it in!

The whole pangolin claw sank into Zhao Zixun's chest, leaving only an upper bronze casing exposed.

I saw Zhao Zixun making hand signs, murmuring incantations.

The battlefield was too noisy for me to hear clearly, but I knew what he was doing.

He was performing a soul sacrifice!

He intended to use his own soul power to activate the talisman's inscriptions on the gold-seeking talisman, thereby suppressing the hopping corpse.

Sure enough, the next instant, a dark-green sigil like a heavenly net formed above the hopping corpse's head and pressed down swiftly.

The hopping corpse instinctively pushed upward with both hands, planted in a horse stance, its long fangs gritted, yet it could not withstand that sigil.

I even saw the earth beneath the hopping corpse's feet sinking inch by inch.

"So awesome! So shocking!"

Hui Yu Mo tugged my sleeve, voice suppressed in a low roar: "General Zhao is so handsome, sis—he's also one of us from the pawn shop, right, right?"

She looked at me expectantly.

I felt somewhat reluctant to tell her it wasn't so.

After thinking, I said: "He isn't yet, but his beloved is; he will surely become one too."

Hui Yu Mo blinked her big eyes, growing more curious: "General Zhao's beloved?"

"Her name is Fu Wan." I said, "Next time you go to the pawn shop, I'll tell you their story in detail, but for now I have to work."

Having said that, I lifted the soul-guiding lamp and hurriedly strode toward Zhao Zixun.

Before I could charge into the yin soldier formation, the mystic cat shot a spark from its tail tip, opening a path for me.

As I entered that passage, I again bit open my already-injured fingertip, squeezed out a drop of blood, pressed my sword finger to the lamp's chamber, and murmured incantations.

Pointing my sword finger at the hopping corpse, a cluster of dark-green fire shot straight toward it.

Without the suppressive formation of the gold-seeking talisman's sigils, this cluster of fire could not approach the hopping corpse's body.

It only needs a swing of the golden cudgel to split that fire cluster into pieces.

But now it's different—Zhao Zixun has temporarily suppressed it.

However, the soul sacrifice burns one's own soul as payment.

Every second Zhao Zixun suppresses the hopping corpse, he consumes his own soul body.

Given enough time, he will be annihilated!

I cannot let that happen.

Fu Wan has waited foolishly for Zhao Zixun for over a hundred years, and they still haven't truly reunited properly.

She is still waiting for him!

The first netherflame shot out, shattering on impact with the hopping corpse's body.

The hopping corpse howled madly, struggling nonstop.

Each time it struggled, Zhao Zixun let out a painful groan.

I then offered a second, then a third netherflame.

One after another.

With each shattering, the hopping corpse's body trembled in tandem.

I don't know how many flames I fired before a dark-green netherflame finally pierced the hopping corpse's body.

The next moment, that netherflame erupted like a prairie fire from within the hopping corpse.

Success!

Zhao Zixun yanked the gold-seeking talisman from his chest, flung himself onto his warhorse, and the horse carried him down the mountainside.

I retreated with the mystic cat, meanwhile shouting a call to the Red Flag Child.

The Red Flag Child furled the red flag and darted over.

Before we had retreated far, the hopping corpse went berserk.

It howled wildly, its body first lurching side to side, then rolling continuously on the ground.

All over this yin soldier battlefield lay sinister yin qi.

Wherever the nether fire reached, everything immediately caught fire.

For a moment, that area was filled with nothing but black smoke and eerie green flames.

The eerie green flames merged into a sheet, burning for a good while.

Until the corpse demon was burned to charcoal, lying motionless on the ground.

As soon as the corpse demon fell, our yin soldiers seemed greatly encouraged, fighting even more fiercely.

Finally, the enemy's remaining small squad of yin soldiers actually abandoned the corpse demon and swiftly retreated back into the barrier of the ancient battlefield.

Hui Yuemo first checked my body, confirmed I was unharmed, then went to ask Zhao Zixun if he needed help.

When Fang Chuanzong first began staring at Zhao Zixun, his eyes shone.

It was a desire to immediately recruit Zhao Zixun!

But soon he withdrew his gaze, repeatedly saying, 'Wrong! This isn't right!'

Hui Yuemo puzzled: 'Old Fang, what are you saying? What's wrong?'

Fang Chuanzong suddenly asked me: 'Xiao Jiu Zhanggui, where is Lord Liu?'

I opened my mouth but hadn't had time to answer him when he went on himself: 'The corpse demon has become like this; it's impossible for there not to be a stronger entity appearing in the ancient battlefield's barrier, yet they just gave up the corpse demon like that, which is very unreasonable.'

He raised his hand and pinched his brow, his thoughts racing: 'The three-eyed toad has run away! Right! Where did the three-eyed toad go? Surely a greater power is restraining them, which is why our side is going so smoothly.'

'Smoothly?' Hui Yuemo teased: 'If it weren't for my sister promptly obtaining the grave-robbing talisman, and if it weren't for General Zhao arriving in time, probably few of those present would be able to stand.'

I glanced at Hui Yuemo, inwardly giving her a thumbs-up.

Truly worthy of being Hui Moqiong's younger sister, this sharp tongue won't let reason go unchallenged.

Old Fang chuckled: 'What I mean is relatively speaking, it's fairly smooth.'

Then he turned and looked at me asking: 'Xiao Jiu Zhanggui, Lord Liu must have other arrangements, right? Where is he now? Do we need to support him?'

Just as his words fell, someone suddenly exclaimed: 'Look to the southwest, behind the ancient battlefield, what is that?!'

Everyone's gaze was drawn over there.

Behind the ancient battlefield, a flash of golden light appeared, almost illuminating half of the southwest sky.

Someone couldn't help but guess: 'That golden light is... is it Buddha's light?'

No one answered his question.

'It's the direction of Small Camp Mouth.'

Zhao Zixun tossed aside those words, clamped his legs around his horse, grasped his great blade, and rushed toward the southwest...