The six commanders of the army were all elites of the highest order. In ten years, they had accomplished many feats. At the very least, the surrounding dynasties had been subdued by their might.
When Lin Xiao's forces reached the first city in the northwest, the city gates were wide open, welcoming his army. As they marched forward, even the emperor bowed and beca a subject.
Yi Yan, a master strategist, saw further than most could comprehend. His army advanced steadily, with cities that had already been subdued opening their gates willingly. Those that resisted were attacked using the forces from the conquered cities. The troops Yi Yan led rarely had to fight, moving as if they were rely inspecting the cities.
Mr. Shuijing was similar. Like Yi Yan, he wielded a feather fan, and with a wave, enemy defenses crumbled to dust. They might not have been supre warriors, but their cunning intellect was unparalleled.
Shui Wuhen's strategies were gradually developed by Zhong Shan and his n. Though not as monstrously brilliant as Yi Yan, Shuijing, or Lin Xiao, Shui Wuhen's plans were flawless and thodical. True generals built their foundations on solid tactics, and Shui Wuhen had this potential.
Zhong Shan was most concerned with Ying Lan, whose intelligence was formidable. After subduing the surrounding dynasties, she began to set up the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.
A formation of two hundred thousand n, how powerful would that be? It covered the sky, and the sands howled as if a desert was devouring everything in its path. The city walls were high, but the sandstorm was higher, surging into the city and overwhelming its defenders.
The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, one of the top formations in the Divine Continent.
Then there was Mr. Shi, whose thods were even more eerie. Twenty skeletons carried large banners, and fifty zombies bore a pitch-black palace. Mr. Shi sat cross-legged inside the palace. Upon reaching the enemy's city, he captured a junior officer from the opposing forces.
He took out a small bottle and poured the black liquid inside it into the officer's mouth before releasing him back. The officer, confused, returned to his camp. That night, Mr. Shi took out a bell and gently shook it.
"Ding-ling-ling!"
A series of sounds echoed, and a horrifying event occurred in the enemy camp. The junior officer's eyes turned blood-red, and he lost his sanity, biting anyone he encountered in a frenzy. The general tried to stop him but found that the crazed officer's strength had been halved. His face turned a ghastly pale with dark circles under his eyes, resembling a decaying corpse.
The officer felt no pain, even when slashed. He only wanted to bite, bite, bite.
"Kill him!" the general ordered.
"Boom!" The officer's head was blown off, and he fell to the ground.
"What is happening?" the general demanded, frowning.
"Roar~~~~~~!" A terrifying roar echoed from beside the general.
He tried to stop it, but it was too late. Another person, bitten by the officer earlier, began to bite the general's neck. Anyone bitten by the officer turned into a frenzied attacker, biting and spreading the madness.
Bite after bite, the infection spread rapidly. That night, the entire camp was filled with screams of horror.
By midnight, many soldiers, gripped by terror, fled the camp. The entire camp had turned into a hellish nightmare. Anyone bitten turned into a zombie; it was horrifying. Even a single bite, a drop of saliva or poison, was enough to turn soone into one of the undead.
Zombies!
Mr. Shi was creating zombies!
The night was filled with screams, and by morning, nearly everyone in the camp was dead, transford into zombies. Mr. Shi shook his bell, and the zombies erged from the camp, surrounding the skeletons and zombies, protecting Mr. Shi.
The zombie army, with their drooping arms and lifeless eyes, moved forward under Mr. Shi's control, advancing nacingly.
Two months later, scouts rapidly conveyed the frontline military situation to various dynasties. The eight major dynasties and their royal families were filled with dread upon hearing the reports.
The Great Zheng Dynasty, Emperor Zhong Shan!
The legendary figure of the Divine Continent, Zhong Shan? Once the esteed Duke of the East in the Great Luo Heavenly Dynasty? How many years had passed? He had already established his own dynasty? Everyone had heard of Zhong Shan's na, and they were filled with apprehension.
However, it was just a dynasty. Thinking they could conquer the land of chaos was foolish. The emperors focused their attention on the frontline.
The emperor of an eastern dynasty felt a chill run down his spine. The Zhong family army, renowned across the land, was advancing towards him. Why had they chosen his dynasty? Was he seen as an easy target, the first to be conquered?
His eyes filled with anger. The na of the Zhong family army echoed across the world, and now Shui Wuhen led the army, thodically conquering one dynasty after another. Such a powerful force, all coming his way?
Did they plan to break through one by one, starting with his dynasty?
Little did this emperor know, among all the army routes, Shui Wuhen's might be the weakest.
In the northeast, another dynasty faced a similar crisis.
In the court, ministers discussed the frontline reports. A scout, having returned from the front, knelt in the hall, reporting the situation.
"What? Say that again?" The emperor's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Your Majesty, the army advancing towards our dynasty is led by General Yi Yan," the scout reported.
"Yi Yan?" The emperor gripped the dragon throne, his eyes filled with astonishnt.
The ministers began to murmur among themselves. Yi Yan was legendary, the cornerstone of the Great Yu Dynasty. No matter which dynasty he served, he was a stabilizing force. He hadn't died? He was leading the army?
Could it be a case of mistaken identity? The ministers looked at the scout, hoping for clarification.
"Yes, Your Majesty, it is indeed Yi Yan, the forr Grand Marshal of the Great Yu Dynasty," the scout confird respectfully.
"Yi Yan?" The emperor stood up from the dragon throne, his voice trembling with shock.
"How could it be him?"
"He is Yi Yan! How could he lower himself to serve a newly established dynasty?" The court was abuzz with disbelief.
Everyone knew what Yi Yan represented. Initially, when they heard that the Great Zheng Dynasty dared to challenge the eight major dynasties, they found it laughable. Success seed impossible. However, as reports of defeats kept pouring in, the ministers realized the gravity of the situation. Learning that the emperor of Great Zheng was Zhong Shan made everyone hold their breath. And then discovering that the general leading the army against them was Yi Yan, their shock was imasurable.
In the west, another dynasty faced its own dilemma.
"Shuijing? The forr strategist of the Great Luo Heavenly Dynasty? How quickly! He has already conquered three dynasties?" The emperor was stunned.
"Yes, Your Majesty. The first dynasty surrendered voluntarily. The second was taken when it was nearly defeated by the first, and the third has just been conquered, though they are still dealing with the aftermath. Progress may slow down now," a scout reported.
"Even if it slows down, we cannot underestimate them. Shuijing's command is too strong. Even if I led an army, I couldn't conquer a dynasty as quickly. No, not even half as fast!" a minister quickly interjected.
In the northwest, another dynasty's court was in turmoil.
"Your Majesty, the army advancing towards us is terrifying," a minister exclaid after hearing the scout's report.
"Your Majesty, how could Zhong Shan's newly established Great Zheng Dynasty have such a powerful army? A sandstorm? What kind of army is this?" another minister doubted.
"The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, Your Majesty! It's the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation!" a strategist realized.
"The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation?" The emperor was taken aback.
"Yes, it's the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, the most powerful formation of the forr Great Li Heavenly Dynasty, created by the Grand Preceptor. After the Grand Preceptor's death, it was passed to his disciple, Tai Xu Zi, who later disappeared, leaving the formation a legend in the Divine Continent. This is the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, Your Majesty!" The strategist was in shock.
ntion of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation brought to mind all the legends surrounding it. The emperor beca extrely solemn.
In the south, another dynasty's court was eerily silent.
The emperor and ministers listened to the scout kneeling on the floor.
"Your Majesty, the army of the Great Zheng Dynasty has turned every place they passed into a hellish landscape. Zombies, more and more zombies. Anyone bitten turns into a zombie imdiately. The zombie army is advancing towards our dynasty, and it's terrifying!" the scout reported with fear.
Imagine an endless sea of zombies coming towards you. It was a horrifying thought. Zombies had half the strength they had in life, but there were too many of them, with endless reinforcents. Anyone bitten would beco a new zombie, and if an enemy soldier died and was bitten, they would rise as a zombie too. Unless the head was destroyed, the zombie wouldn't die!
So of the more timid ministers shuddered.
"Zombies?" The emperor found it hard to believe such an army could exist.
"Your Majesty, I have brought one back with ! It's outside," the scout said.
"Bring it in!" the emperor ordered.
Several soldiers carried in a bound zombie. The creature, with its decaying body and lifeless eyes, struggled against the ropes, looking utterly horrifying.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh," the zombie groaned and struggled.
"Boom!"
As soon as the zombie was brought into the hall, it broke free and lunged, biting one of the soldiers carrying it on the shoulder.
"Sss!"
The scout swiftly decapitated the zombie, destroying its head.
The ministers were horrified. The zombie was dead, but its poison remained. The bitten soldier's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Roar!" With a terrifying roar, he charged towards the emperor.
"Boom!"
The emperor killed the newly turned zombie with a single palm strike. Yet, the court remained deathly silent, filled with an overwhelming sense of dread.
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