Chapter 302: Bai Li Zhonghu

Chapter 302: Bai Li Zhonghu

Boom!

A flash of blood-red light erupted behind the group as the Golden Core-level corrupted being closed in, eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Malice poured off him in waves as he finally cornered his prey.

With a wicked grin, he raised a hand, channeling tainted blood from his body to form a long spear, preparing to strike—until he froze, abruptly looking up toward the black mountain before him. A look of horror spread across his face as he slowly began to back away.

The cultivators' eyes widened in shock. What was going on?

They turned to gaze at the mountain, a chill crawling up their spines. This was no ordinary black mountain of the War Realm—it was a mountain of corpses.

“No way... that can’t be right...”

“Ha... haha... Huang Shao, do you think corrupted beings fight among themselves?”

“Look, it’s retreating... even the corrupted being is afraid...”

The voices of the cultivators trembled as they spoke, their lips quivering at the sight. This taboo was more terrifying than death itself.

The Golden Core-level corrupted being turned and fled in terror.

Swish!

A streak of light shot from the mountaintop, piercing through the sky to intercept the corrupted being. It let out a shrill scream, tainted blood spraying into the air as it was annihilated without any chance to resist.

Squinting, the cultivators saw a faint figure standing at the peak of the mountain. The deadly light had come from this person.

“Greetings, esteemed elder!”

“Greetings, senior!”

In unison, the cultivators bowed, some even collapsing to their knees, awestruck to discover this was a Da Li cultivator. Beads of cold sweat trickled onto the blackened ground as they remained bowed, too afraid to look up.

“No need for such formality.”

A deep, calm voice washed over them, and a gentle force lifted them to their feet as if they were weightless. Huang Shao and Dai Xinqing sighed in relief, feeling as though they had been granted a second life.

They quickly paid their respects again and hurriedly departed.

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On the mountaintop.

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With a proud and solitary air, he exuded an aura of dominance over the world. This man was none other than Bai Li Zhonghu, the War Marshal of the Bai Li Clan, a mid-stage Deity Transformation powerhouse.

With an unreadable expression, Bai Li Zhonghu’s gaze fell on his gathered officers, his calm demeanor concealing his intentions.

“Word from the War Realm—an expert has been slaughtering corrupted beings on the battlefield’s flank, piling up their corpses. Many of our cultivators have found safety thanks to him.”

His voice was steady, yet warm, as he spoke, “I’d like to meet this person.”

At his words, a strange silence fell over the camp, each officer instinctively sensing an indescribable, ominous pressure. It was as if something more than human sat in that chair.

“Marshal, when shall we depart?” one officer asked.

“Today,” Bai Li Zhonghu replied.

“But we don’t know much about this person’s background,” another officer added, his tone cautious. “It could be a hidden elder of Da Li who’s chosen this time to reveal themselves, possibly targeting our War Realm Camp.”

The officers debated, each speculating about the intentions and origins of this mysterious cultivator.

“No need for such concern. Any cultivator willing to fight corrupted beings on the battlefield is worthy of this Marshal’s respect,” Bai Li Zhonghu said coolly, his cold gaze sweeping over them. The officers quickly fell silent, sitting as if on needles under his watchful eyes.

Bai Li Zhonghu stood slowly, his eyes gleaming with a fierce killing intent as he turned to gaze upon the War Realm map spread before him. The hatred he harbored for the corrupted beings burned deep; they had to be eliminated.

All the officers rose to their feet with him, a tidal wave of battle spirit sweeping the camp as the banners above flapped furiously, almost unable to contain the rising power within.

Above the camp, ten immense warships took to the sky, majestic as they set a course toward the battlefield’s flank. They flew with an unstoppable momentum, unshielded by any formations, braving the winds head-on.

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On the battlefield’s flank.

Three figures atop the mountain of corpses opened their eyes, looking toward the horizon.

Buzz—

Buzz—

In the distance, ten colossal warships appeared, bearing a sense of unyielding force. Battle flags waved atop the vessels, symbols of the War Realm Camp, the same ships they had seen before.

Chen Xun smiled and stood up. Finally, they had arrived. He was curious to see what sort of formidable figure would emerge to meet them.