On the edge of Lingcheng, at the top of the rocky cliff, the round stones trembled and rolled down along the inclined walls, falling from the hills hundreds of meters high. On the rocky ground, there was a dull sound.

At dusk, there is actually no wind in the valley, but the stones and slags falling on the cliffs are always jumping, and it feels like the whole valley is trembling slightly. Perhaps the fighting on the plain outside the valley is too fierce, which makes the originally quiet valley also tainted. Of course, there is no reason for the valley to tremble and noisy. It just lies quietly on the plain three miles away from Lingcheng, watching ten thousand people rush to death and stain the earth with blood. But some things are not as peaceful and quiet as the valley.

The sunset glow poured from the mouth of the valley, sprinkling bright colors in the valley, as bright as blood. The dazzling red light continued to extend into the valley until it encountered a row of hard and cold steel cages in the heart of the valley.

The steel fence cuts the sunlight into pieces, half falling on the iron cage, emitting a metallic luster, while the other half shooting into the cage, shining on the terrifying creature as blood-red as it is. The sunset light stops here, like a timid little bug, and dares not move forward, as if this light is also spiritual, so I am afraid, and under the staring of those deep-sleepless black eyes, I am afraid.

The thick and fishy corpse blood overflowed from the bottom of the iron cage and slowly flowed on the hard rock ground. A low, terrifying roar came from the iron cage and echoed far and near in this noisy valley. The corpse demons had woken up and woke up completely from the medicinal properties of the potion prepared by Bian Que. But when they woke up, the huge valley was empty, and the tens of thousands of people wearing iron armor were gone, only them and these nineteen were left.

The steel cages that imprisoned them remain here. They seem to be abandoned monsters, but they will not be sad. Although Bai Qi brought the corpse demons to the battlefield as important combat power, Zhong Wuyan threw them all down when he led his army out of the valley. Even people in the same camp were extremely disgusted with this kind of ugly and terrible monster, not to mention that for the corpse demons who were unconscious, there was no distinction between enemies and friends, and only indiscriminate killing.

So from the beginning, Zhong Wuyan didn't want to take them to the battlefield. Just leave them to her and the powerful guards. As for those disgusting corpse demons, of course they should throw them away. Just imagine if these monsters with blood all over the body were really allowed to climb onto the battlefield, what kind of chaotic and terrible consequences would be caused? It would be easier to lead the troops to kill the enemy by themselves. But will these corpse demons be honestly stayed in the valley? Can those hard steel cages really trap them? Everything is probably just a matter of time. - The pale bone sickle slashed in the air, and with a harsh sound of breaking through the air, cutting a huge gap on the ground.

Xiang Yu stood by the bone sickle, grabbed his body hard and then took a breath. At such a critical moment just now, if he hadn't been dodging in time, Bai Qi's sickle blade would have broken open his chest in one fell swoop. After the white god of death, Bai Qi kept hitting the sickle, pressed it hard, and pulled the white bone sickle with his backhand and slashed horizontally towards Xiang Yu on the right. The strong murderous aura came in a short distance. Xiang Yu subconsciously took a step back and leaned back, and avoided the sickle blade that was slashing again at about an inch.

The moment the head was tilted back, the messy blue rose in the wind, and the pale sickle swept through his eyes an inch, and the strong and cold murderous aura was almost pressing into his pupils. At this moment, the white god of death Bai Qi laughed and mocked - "Come and take it, King Chu! Are you not as domineering as you were just now?"

After the sickle blade passed, Xiang Yu immediately turned up his body and looked at Bai Qi's crazy laughter with a deep face. As calm as him, he was not moved by this ridicule at all, but at this time, he was indeed unable to take Bai Qi's attack. In the previous fight, Xiang Yu had to throw away the Batian Blade. At this time, the weapon was ten meters away from his body. He was unarmed and bare-handed. How could he take Bai Qi's crazy crack in Bai Qi, so he fell into a passive moment. "You can't hold on after finishing your passionate words, right?" Bai Qi, the white god of death, stared at Xiang Yu with the eyes of two ghost vultures through the battle helmets. While laughing wildly, he immediately waved his left arm and slammed Xiang Yu's face.

Seeing the white armored fists blowing away from the front, she couldn't dodge, so Xiang Yu subconsciously opened his right hand, clenched his huge palm, and the force surged, and grabbed Bai Qi's hard fist that was bombarded by Bai Qi. Xiang Yu raised his firm pupils and stared at Bai Qi, whose head was wrapped in a white battle helmet and could not see the expression. He was about to turn his hand to fight back, but Bai Qi was also staring at him with a cold look. Under the cover of the white battle helmet, Bai Qi made a silent sneer. Almost at the same moment, he stretched open the fist that was held by Xiang Yu, grabbed it with his backhand, and grabbed Xiang Yu's wrist. On the other side, the bone sickle that had just passed immediately turned around, and the sharp sickle blade suddenly slashed towards Xiang Yu's head. The murderous aura came from the left side with the scythe wind. Xiang Yu subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he realized that his right hand was being held tightly by Bai Qi and could not be pulled away at all.

Xiang Yu used his punches hard, and it was difficult to break free for a while, and the white bone sickle had already attacked. Naturally, he would not sit and wait for death. As his eyes condensed, the King of Chu King Xiang Yu poured out his domineering aura. He actually put the screeching sickle blade and instead reached out to hold the white god of death Bai Qi's shoulder, and his eyes became more solemn. With the attack just now, he still used all his strength. If he hit someone else, his bone limbs would definitely be broken and his five internal organs would be broken. But obviously, Bai Qi was not injured at all. Bai Qi, who stood up from the ground, was no different from before, and he was not hurt at all. Under the absolute defense of the war magic armor, the white god of death Bai Qi did not even leave a trace.

So Xiang Yu held the Domineering Blade tightly. The more he stared at the battle armor on the white god of death Bai Qi, the deeper and terrifying his eyes became. In such a battle, he could not get any chance of victory in Bai Qi's hands, because no matter how he fought, he could not hurt Bai Qi wearing the war magic armor. "I really underestimate you, but you still can't beat me after you have so much effort!" Bai Qi, the white god of death, twisted his neck, and made a cold sarcasm. The low and cold voice was filled with a hint of obvious anger. Although Xiang Yu could not hurt him at all, he could not tolerate being hit by Xiang Yu's violent attack. He had already had enough.

So when Bai Qi's twisting neck stopped, a cold light filled with murderous intent flashed in his bright yellow eyes, and then, a murderous aura condensed like blood pounced on Xiang Yu's figure. "It's time to end! Xiang Yu, the god of death is coming to seek souls!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!