The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Meanwhile, in the deep, dark domain of Yunshang Province, atop the stronghold's city walls, the tremors had not yet arrived.

Upon hearing Zhao Xuan say that two portals would be opened, Hu Lie immediately darted in front of him, his movements so fast that they were almost invisible.

"Now that all the zombies are dead, I can finally leave, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures squeezed in next to him.

Wang Qi and Gongsun Baizhan spoke almost simultaneously from the left and right, their voices overlapping and even more urgent than Hu Lie's:

"Lord Wuchang, we also want to go out and see Old Wu!" / "Lord Wuchang, we also want to go out and see the Chief!"

Zhao Xuan glanced at the white-haired figure strolling among the remaining horde of corpses outside the city wall, and pondered for a moment.

He had originally intended to cite the "stay put" rule, but after his gaze fell upon that figure, his words took a different turn and came out differently: "The original instruction was for everyone to stay put..."

"However, now that the war is basically over, I'll make an exception this time."

Hu Lie's big hand had already slapped him on the shoulder, making Zhao Xuan's shoulder sink down.

"Thanks, Lao Zhao!"

Wang Qi and Gongsun Baizhan bowed their heads in thanks, nodding their heads faster than each other.

The three turned and took two steps towards the inner side of the city wall. Zhao Xuan added behind them, "The Dark Mist Tide hasn't receded yet, don't stray too far from the stronghold!"

His reply was a drawn-out "I know—", those three words were blown by the wind and drifted away from the stronghold, the last syllable eventually dissipating into a muffled breath.

. . .

Outside the city walls, on the main battlefield, the remaining corpses were almost gone. Wu You's steps slowed, and the frequency of his sword strikes also decreased.

It wasn't that he was tired; it was that there was nothing left to chop.

The last small group of corpses huddled in a low-lying area. As he approached, they tried to back away, the loose soil beneath their feet slid down in a soft rustling motion.

Wu You walked up to it, flicked his wrist, and the tip of his sword drew an arc from left to right. Several wisps of black smoke rose simultaneously, swirled twice, and then dissipated into the dark mist.

He opened the Sword Manual panel and glanced at it.

Allocable experience points: 2701.4w

【Seven Tribulations Sword Chapter】(Chapter Six: Yang's Demise) (0/6000w)

Upon seeing the experience points required for Chapter 5 of the Sword Robbery event, Wu You couldn't help but shake his head: "The experience points are really not enough."

However, since he couldn't let the fifth chapter of the Tribulation Sword master the Yang Fall Sword Intent, he didn't rush to inject the experience points into the [Seven Tribulation Sword Chapter], but instead kept them for later use.

My gaze moved down one line.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Hidden Realm: 21 (20%)

A total of 21 chances to draw sword techniques!

The bulk of the profits came from those tenth-tier royal abominations.

Each one has at least 80% charge.

Now I can really enjoy using my sword skills, how wonderful!

Just as Wu You was happily contemplating this, several voices came from afar, mixed with the sound of wind and the scent of dark fog, and entered his ears.

"Xiaoyou!"

"Old Wu!" / "Chief!"

He looked up.

Old Wei walked through the air ahead, his figure appearing very steady against the backdrop of the dark mist.

Hu Lie followed a little behind, with one person under each arm—Wang Qi on the left and Gongsun Baizhan on the right. Both of them had their cheeks bulging out from being squeezed, but they were still waving at him desperately.

Wu You didn't even need to look closely; he could tell who each of the four voices was just by listening to them.

He released the Xuan Suo sword from his hand, moved swiftly, and rushed towards them.

When they met, Old Wei went first, and his first words to Wu You were straight to the point: "Have you understood?"

Wu You was slightly taken aback, but then nodded without trying to hide anything.

Old Wei nodded as he looked at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and satisfaction, so bright it almost seemed to overflow from his pupils.

He didn't say much, just two words, but emphasized them: "Not bad!!!"

Hu Lie didn't understand what the word "Tongming" meant at all, but that didn't stop him from walking up and slapping Wu You on the shoulder.

The blow was quite forceful, making a dull thud as it struck his shoulder blade, but Wu You stood there without moving an inch, not even shifting his center of gravity.

Hu Lie chuckled to himself, grinning, "Amazing, Xiao You!"

"An entire army of zombies was wiped out in no time!"

After Hu Lie put them down, Wang Qi and Gongsun Baizhan immediately rushed over: "Wow, Lao Wu is amazing!" / "The chief is too strong!"

Wu You didn't offer any polite greetings like "still wandering around" or "lucky luck" as he used to.

After attaining enlightenment, every action follows one's true nature, and what is meant to be is what it is.

He nodded in response to the voices and naturally replied, "Thank you."

Then he paused for a moment and added, but there was no hint of boasting in his tone; it was more like stating an objective fact: "However, I didn't get enough killing. It would be great if a few more armies of zombies came."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Hu Lie's hand, which had been patting his shoulder, froze in mid-air before it could be fully withdrawn.

Wang Qi's mouth was open, but he stopped mid-sentence. Gongsun Baizhan blinked, as if he thought he had misheard.

Not enough killing...? How about a few more armies of zombies...?

These words, spoken by the white-haired young man with his expressionless face, sounded utterly incongruous.

But Old Wei understood what Wu You meant.

He glanced at Wu You: "Xiao You, do you still have the energy left?"

Wu You nodded.

After the battle just now, apart from the final deployment of the Quanji Domain which consumed nearly half of his energy reserves, the other silver tornadoes and ordinary sword energies were not a significant expense.

Moreover, during the time he spent strolling across the battlefield and clearing the tail with his sword, he had already recovered 60-70% of the power he had consumed.

To be honest, given his current state, he could easily field another army of zombies of the same caliber as before.

Old Wei blinked.

He had been in this stronghold for so long and had seen all sorts of storms, but the angle at the corner of his mouth still carried a hint of surprise and relief that he couldn't hide.

He spoke, his tone even carrying a hint of mischief rarely seen in someone his age: "You little rascal, you've been hiding quite a bit."

Wu You scratched the back of his head, just about to say something.

Just then, he suddenly felt a little extra weight in the inside pocket of his trench coat.

He subconsciously reached out to touch it, but before his fingertips even touched the edge of the pocket, a familiar, hoarse voice appeared directly in his mind.

"Leave this deep dark realm immediately! This area is about to be merged!"

The voice of the God of Beasts was more urgent than ever before, its hoarse tone carrying a distinct sense of urgency.

Wu You's fingertips stopped in mid-air, and his brows furrowed.

polymerization?

Just as he was about to ask what that sentence meant—

Boom! ...

The first loud bang exploded out of nowhere, as if something unimaginably huge had crashed into the deep, dark space.

Immediately following was a violent spatial tremor, and Wu You could even see fine ripples appearing on the surrounding gaseous dark mist.

Then, the hoarse voice rang in his mind again, this time with a hint of unexpected anger, as if the situation had exceeded its expectations: "Damn it! The convergence has already begun!"