Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

"The sound disappeared?"

outside world.

Standing before the black mist portal, Zhang Mu, who had been observing the activity within, looked puzzled.

Did the phantom of the Overlord ultimately perish within it?

Zhang Mu, unaware of what had happened inside, secretly made a guess.

It wasn't that he looked down on the phantom of the Overlord.

Rather, compared to the eerie imperial tomb and the great emperor who created it, the latter was more dreadful to him.

Zhang Mu felt that he would at least have a chance to reach the Overlord Realm, where the Overlord Phantom was located, in his lifetime.

But imperial tombs are like the underworld, places that shouldn't exist in this world...

Zhang Mu did not believe that he would be able to create it after reaching the Overlord Realm.

"I said... Gongzhi..."

"What have you done now? How did you manage to make the Southern Xiongnu royal court look like this?"

"etc!"

"How come there are still terracotta warriors from imperial tombs here?"

Zhang Mu was not far away.

A surge of deathly aura rolled in.

A disheveled, yawning young man emerged from within.

The visitor was none other than Guo Jia.

However, this time he's appearing here as a corpse puppet.

Instead, he used his supernatural powers to open a passage through the underworld, using the extremely dense death energy above the Southern Xiongnu royal court as a medium, directly traversing layers of space from Yingchuan County, thousands of miles away, to bring his true form here.

As soon as Guo Jia finished speaking, his gaze fixed on Zhang Mu's heart.

"What about your heart, Gongzhi?"

"It was stolen by some vixen from a brothel. That vixen is incredibly capable."

As Guo Jia teased Zhang Mu, his gaze swept quickly over the Southern Xiongnu territory, which had become a living hell.

As for the concern about Zhang Mu's loss of heart?

Guo Jia has a point.

But not many.

Guo Jia, who was well-versed in the supernatural arts of ghosts and had been dealing with deathly energy for many years, could not see in the slightest that his close friend Zhang Mu was nearing the end of his life.

Zhang Mu was not surprised at all by the arrival of his close friend Guo Fengxiao.

The Ghost King Guo Fengxiao never earned his reputation for nothing.

Wherever deathly energy covers and malevolent energy arises, his figure will appear.

Looking across the vast land of the Han Dynasty, if anyone could be the first to perceive the changes that occurred tonight at the Southern Xiongnu royal court…

In Zhang Mu's view, that person could only be Guo Jia.

"Fengxiao, can you see what's inside this black mist portal?"

"or."

"With your supernatural powers, are you confident you can go in and find out something?"

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise. Zhang Mu himself could not see into the scene inside the Black Mist Portal, but he did not believe that his close friend Guo Jia could not.

however.

Guo Jia ignored Zhang Mu's question.

Instead, they first turned their attention to the Xiongnu people being chased by the imperial tomb's terracotta warriors on the ground below.

"Kongji!"

"We must not allow these Xiongnu people to escape from the territory of Xihe Commandery, such a strange thing as the terracotta warriors marching at night..."

"If a strong opponent encounters this, there is still room for struggle."

"The rest are like ordinary people; to see them is certain death."

"If any of the Xiongnu people manage to escape tonight..."

"If the imperial tomb terracotta warriors who were chasing him were to be encountered by innocent citizens of the Han people, they would surely meet with certain doom."

While informing Zhang Mu, Guo Jia had already taken action.

Strands of ghostly energy emanated from his body, transforming into countless strands that seeped into the corpses of the already deceased Xiongnu warriors.

Instantly, countless dead Xiongnu corpses rose again, transforming into corpse puppets that chased after the remaining Xiongnu people.

It is worth mentioning that.

Faced with the resurrected corpse puppets manipulated by Guo Jia, the imperial tomb soldiers on the ground acted as if they didn't see the corpse puppets at all, only caring about killing each other.

Zhang Mu understood what Guo Jia was saying all too well.

just.

He hadn't had time to stop yet.

After all, the black mist portal that was so close at hand had not yet disappeared, and it was still uncertain whether the Overlord's phantom had been completely annihilated.

At this point tonight, when the imperial tombs have not yet faded.

How could he dare to easily disperse the shadowy figures of the sages around him to seal off the royal court?

If he had just sent out numerous sages' avatars, he would turn around and find that the imperial tomb was watching him...

It's likely that when he and Guo Jia meet again, it will be in the underworld.

After hesitating for a moment.

Zhang Mu ultimately chose to make a move with some reservations.

As his thoughts began to stir.

The four sage figures—a golden-armored failed scholar, a commoner on the frontier, a lonely old man, and an unyielding scholar—headed towards the four directions of the royal court: east, west, south, and north.

When the four sages' shadowy figures traversed a distance through the air, encompassing the entire Southern Xiongnu royal court...

The literary energy emanating from them rose up and connected with each other, forming a literary canopy that directly enveloped the Xiongnu royal court.

If the protective aura of the heavens remains unbroken, no one inside can escape.

In other words.

At this moment, the Southern Xiongnu royal court and its surroundings were a killing field cut off from the outside world.

The remaining Xiongnu people faced a situation where they had nowhere to turn, neither to heaven nor to earth.

Upon seeing Zhang Mu take action, Guo Jia temporarily relaxed his control over the corpse puppet, which gave him the energy to answer Zhang Mu's earlier question.

"Kongji!"

"Canon could see the scene, but not very far."

"for example……"

Guo Jia's eyes swirled with the yin and yang of the fish, and he chuckled, "Now, through this black mist portal that has been broken open, I can see your sage-like figure and another avatar drifting in the endless black tide within the portal."

"Um!"

"There are still many purple-gold terracotta warriors and imperial tomb generals surrounding them, and if nothing unexpected happens, they will probably be... or in your words... blown to bits in about half an incense stick's time."

Zhang Mu: "..."

Zhang Mu had no interest in discussing with Guo Jia whether his avatar would be destroyed; he quickly asked, "What about the others?"

"Have you ever glimpsed the phantom of a tyrant with double pupils within the gate?"

"Overlord?" Guo Jia was taken aback.

"Is the Overlord you're talking about the Overlord of Western Chu that Jia knows?"

Guo Jia looked at the black mist portal that had clearly been blasted open by external force, and a look of understanding appeared on his face.

"If it were that person, it wouldn't be surprising if he had the ability to blast open the black mist gate."

"Wang Jia just now thought this was Gongzhi's work."

As they were talking, Guo Jia's gaze suddenly sharpened.

He grabbed Zhang Mu's body and quickly retreated.

"Fengxiao, you..."

Zhang Mu couldn't understand his close friend's intention in doing this.

But the next moment.

He understood.

A terrifying aura appeared.

Almost the instant Zhang Mu and Guo Jia left the black mist portal, a blood-soaked phantom of a tyrant burst out from within the portal.

Gazing at the phantom image of the Overlord...

Guo Jia looked wary, ready to strike at any moment.

Zhang Mu's pupils suddenly contracted, his expression filled with shock.

Because compared to the fully intact Overlord phantom when it charged in...

The Overlord's phantom is in extremely poor condition at this moment.

It was like a piece of porcelain about to break, its phantom body covered in cracks.

The most terrifying part was the area between the eyebrows of the phantom of the Overlord.

there.

A hole about the width of a finger remains on it.

A spiritual light emanated from within, causing the aura of the Overlord's phantom to weaken continuously.

Has the Overlord's Phantom been defeated?

What kind of enemy did he encounter inside that even he couldn't defeat?

At this time.

The double pupils swept across, and the voice of the Overlord's phantom rang out.

"solitary!"

"Not defeated!"