Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The Undead Race had always been gripped by fear. He seed ready to bolt at the slightest opportunity.
“I don’t wish to be captured. Allow to emphasize, the followers of your Supre Sect have been reduced to re skeletons, if even that. What purpose does it serve to seek them out? Xuhai City isn’t a concern for your sect. Were I in your position, I would have fled long ago. Life holds greater value. Your youth prevents you from grasping this fully. Having endured for centuries, and t my demise as many tis, my clarity surpasses yours,” earnestly spoke the Undead Race. He glanced around, a gulp betraying his anxiety. He resud, “Let’s make our escape before peril presents itself!”
With determination, he resolved to depart.
However…
His pace couldn’t rival Gu Chaoyan’s swift sword. In a single stride, Gu Chaoyan’s blade lay against his throat.
The Undead Race’s polite smile persisted.
Onward they proceeded.
Xuhai City appeared even more serene than the illusion.
Eerily devoid of motion.
This exacerbated their terror.
Moreover, the Undead Race’s embellishnts had stoked profound fear among the Wushang Sect disciples.
They pressed on.
Suddenly, maniacal laughter reverberated.
Supre Sect disciples scampered about.
The Undead Race made an attempt to flee, but Gu Chaoyan’s ivory-hued sword remained steadfast at his neck, compelling him to stand frozen.
He offered a sheepish smile.
The disciples of the Supre Sect initially succumbed to panic, only to later regain their composure.
Having learned a lesson from the illusion, they remained still, immobilized by fear.
“Simply go and assess the situation,” suggested Gu Chaoyan, turning to Di
Hongyun.
Di Hongyun recoiled, curling into himself. The prospect of venturing forth held no appeal to him. “I’m gripped by fear!”
Amidst chuckles, the Undead Race joined in the laughter.
“In that case, why don’t you go take a look?” the Undead Race quipped, his grin unyielding. “I don’t belong to your sect.”
Amid more laughter, Di Hongyun’s deanor shifted to amusent, directed at the Undead Race.
Abruptly, the atmosphere lightened.
“They belong to our Supre Sect,” asserted one of the disciples from the Supre Sect.
Gu Chaoyan’s gaze followed the direction indicated, confirming the affiliation of these individuals.
However…
Their behavior appeared deranged and irrational.
“What’s occurring here?” inquired the lead disciple.
Clearly, they had stumbled upon sothing perplexing.
“Let’s depart,” urged Gu Chaoyan, sensing an ominous undercurrent. “Bring them along.”
The disciples of the Supre Sect concurred, recognizing the looming danger.
As they left, the Undead Race remained in Gu Chaoyan’s grip.
Xuhai City’s enigmatic ambiance felt disconcerting. Gu Chaoyan was certain the Undead Race possessed insight into the situation.
Taking him along was imperative.
They hastened their escape from Xuhai City with unwavering urgency.
Yet, the instant they breached its boundaries, a substantial horde of Undead Race materialized. Resembling the Undead Race they had encountered, these entities were clad in human skin.
However…
The multitude of Undead Race was overwhelming, confining them within the confines of Xuhai City. Consequently, they were left to carry out their intentions solely within the city’s limits.
Narrowing her gaze, Gu Chaoyan scrutinized the Undead Race figure before her..
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