Chapter 465: The Meeting of Soldiers

Before returning to King of Warhorses, the Blood Vine Prison Cage was already blasted out of the ground.

Despite being protected by Blood Lotus, Zhang Mu and Hachikuju still suffered some injuries.

When Zhang Mu realized it was a mental attack, he quickly activated a third-rank mental shield to protect himself and the others.

Indeed, the mental shield, designed to counter mental attacks, blocked a portion of the Grave Blood’s psychic wave.

However, Zhang Mu was not expecting the psychic wave to materialize!

The impact of the materialized psychic wave posed a greater threat compared to just a mental attack. The remaining mental shield and Blood Lotus defense barely managed to hold up.

“Gesar? Zhang Mu, brother?”

“What’s happening to me?”

Hachikuju was hit with a strong force and struggled to come out of painful memories, feeling confused as he looked at Zhang Mu and Red Blood, whose flames had been extinguished.

“Big brother Hachikuju, let’s talk about this later.”

Without time to explain to Hachikuju, Zhang Mu pushed him onto a horse and jumped on himself, urging it towards the King of Warhorses’ location.

Because thousands of corpse puppet soldiers were rushing towards this location just now!

Even though the third-rank aura was fake and mostly mixed with illusions, those thousands of ordinary second-rank corpse puppets were all real.

“Hey, King of Warhorses, are you going to help or not?”

Zhang Mu looked at the vast army of corpse puppets behind him, sending a plea for help to the King of Warhorses with his mental strength.

“No.”

The King of Warhorses’ answer was brief, leaving Zhang Mu feeling desperate, as his previous encounters and stories about the legendary winged horse had filled him with awe.

He was planning to trick the King of Warhorses, but now it unexpectedly refused him outright.

“So you were just standing here a moment ago?”

Zhang Mu ran back to the side of the King of Warhorses, thinking if it really didn’t care, he would run again.

“How about I run to the other end where the half-corpse half-man is?”

Zhang Mu got off his horse, surprised to see that the usually serious and arrogant King of Warhorses had this side to him.

“Okay, pretend I didn’t say anything.”

Zhang Mu couldn’t understand why the King of Warhorses rejected him so decisively, even if their previous agreement didn’t work out, there should still be a sense of righteousness.

The corpse puppet legion kept advancing, but halted fifty meters in front of Zhang Mu.

Just as Zhang Mu was wondering, he heard the sound of hooves behind him moving in tandem.

A large group of evolvers appeared behind Zhang Mu, led by Qizilbash, all of them with second-rank abilities, numbering in the hundreds.

Behind them were a mixed group of two thousand Wolf Riders.

“Hey Zhang Mu, you guys are really something. Breaking through to third-rank is impressive, but are we just going to watch you fight?”

Qizilbash’s deep voice could be heard from afar, causing Zhang Mu to smile helplessly.

“No, this time the enemy is tough. It’s not worth risking our lives, brothers.”

Zhang Mu shook his head with a smile, feeling the need to explain.

Qizilbash couldn’t identify the exact strength of the corpse puppet legion, but he could sense that these identical soldiers were very powerful.

“There seem to be about twenty to thirty thousand of them. Looks like my brothers are outnumbered.”

After carefully counting the enemy legion, Qizilbash took a sharp breath.

Zhang Mu looked at Qizilbash’s face and explained, “Only one out of ten is real, the rest are illusions created by mental power.”

Qizilbash still couldn’t tell the difference between the real and fake corpse puppets, but since Zhang Mu said so, it must be true.

“One-tenth? So that’s only two thousand, not bad at all. Those guys with symbols on their faces, what strength do they have, I can’t figure them out!”

“There is one true third-rank body, the other real corpse puppets should all be early second-rank, none are at the peak of the second-rank.”

Hearing this from Zhang Mu, Qizilbash instantly felt relieved.

“You should have said so earlier, all early second-rank, and only two thousand of them. That’s nothing!

Our four wolf cavalry units in Ordos, when combined, are definitely not weaker than early second-rank. Besides, we also have hundreds of solo evolvers, and for those at the peak of the second-rank, we have dozens of well-known warriors!”

Zhang Mu didn’t expect Qizilbash to gather all the second-rank evolvers in the world, which greatly improved his current situation.

“Indeed, it was suffocating just now, City Master, let’s go into battle!”

“Just one battle!”

“So annoying, I need to let off some steam with a fight!”

Zhang Mu looked back at the spirited team of over two thousand evolvers and felt more confident.

“We don’t need to rely on you, we rely on humanity itself.”

Zhang Mu, feeling a bit annoyed, muttered to the nearby King of Warhorses and then ignored it.

The King of Warhorses looked at him with interest, but stayed silent.

The command fell to Hachikuju again, who raised his massive axe. The crowd quieted down, knowing this was the prelude to battle.

Hachikuju stared at the Ginseng King standing in front of thousands of Grave Bloodcorpse puppet clones. His voice still hadn’t returned to normal, emitting painful rasping sounds as if his vocal cords were damaged.

“Soldiers face soldiers, generals face generals, no tricks, a fair fight with us humans!”

Qizilbash, who Hachikuju called a little soldier, suddenly paled and muttered quietly, “Forget it. I’ll be your soldier for the day since you seem upset. Otherwise, even if I’m a lowly third-rank, I’ll still have to beat you up.”

Across from them, tens of thousands of Grave Blood’s corpse puppet soldiers all showed a strange smile at the same time.

“As you wish!”

Immediately, a figure emerged from the corpse puppet soldiers, with eyes showing a different expression from the others.

Is that the true form of Grave Blood?

Zhang Mu and the others looked serious. This corpse puppet indeed had a different aura from the others, a solid third-rank aura.

“Brother, you deal with the Ginseng King, I’ll handle that Grave Blood. We’ve been archenemies for a long time.”

Zhang Mu quickly assigned tasks to the two enemies. Hachikuju’s earlier performance proved that Grave Blood’s psychic power could significantly affect their emotions. The Ginseng King might not pose a big threat.

Hachikuju gazed deeply at Zhang Mu, and Zhang Mu understood his meaning. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I can handle it. I’ve been wanting to meet this guy for a while.”

When Zhang Mu showed determination, Hachikuju nodded heavily, put down the huge axe in her hand, and pointed towards the corpse puppet army.

The evolver team behind them suddenly rushed out, and leading the charge was not Qizilbash, but Ai Qingxuan.

Ai Qingxuan was excited, with lightning flashing all over him, sparks constantly colliding. Luckily, he was riding a Shield Wolf Rider, a sturdy earth-element war horse.

Zhang Mu and Hachikuju consciously shifted to another battlefield that belonged to them.

According to the previous arrangement, Hachikuju approached Ginseng King.

Meanwhile, Zhang Mu faced off against Grave Blood!

The clash of mental powers instantly collided in the air!

However, as he faced Grave Blood head-on, Zhang Mu began to feel some doubt.

Why wasn’t this Grave Blood as strong as he had imagined?

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