Chapter 441: Traceless Silhouette

The Three Generals' Camp.

The soldiers arrayed themselves in battle formation, orderly and precise, like a mighty serpent, slowly winding its way through the mountains.

Liu Er, astride a yellow-spotted horse, was rubbing the Profound Yellow Sword in his hand.

This treasured sword was heavy and blunt-edged, its blade the color of loess, with black veins on its surface resembling the roots of the earth.The hilt, however, was black, with spaced rings of loess-colored circles, embodying the meaning of sedimentation and protection within the Way of Earth.

Ning Zhuo had presented Liu Er with a Profound Yellow Mother Stone, and National Craftsman Jin Li had forged the sword according to the weapon blueprint provided by Liu Er.This was not a magical artifact, but a weapon.Magical artifacts leaned more towards the casting of spells, while weapons contained military strategies, which primarily acted upon people and objects, exerting positive or negative influences on them.Spells and military strategies were difficult to combine; one typically had to choose one as the focus of craftsmanship.In practical terms, cultivators would not forcibly combine spells and military strategies onto a single artifact. The difficulty was too great, the cost too high. With these resources, it was better to craft artifacts and weapons separately!

Liu Er grasped the hilt, feeling the weight and power of the Profound Yellow Sword. In a trance, he seemed to feel the pulse of the earth."Truly worthy of being a weapon crafted personally by Jin Li."

Liu Er was reluctant to put the weapon down, knowing that his future achievements and battlefield prowess would largely depend on this treasured sword.

In the shadow he and his mount cast on the ground, a pair of eyes quietly opened.It was Wu Hen!Wu Hen's eyes were filled with black bloodshot veins, appearing eerie and gloomy.

Wu Hen observed Liu Er, feeling quite speechless.Evidently, the Profound Yellow Sword was a heavy, blunt-edged weapon, a treasure of defense. Liu Er held the hilt with one hand and explored the blade with the other, how could Wu Hen possibly launch a surprise attack?There was simply no opportunity.

If Wu Hen were acting alone, he might have chosen to continue observing, waiting for Liu Er to sheath the sword and reveal a weakness.But now, Chen Lingfeng and many other Golden Core cultivators were all waiting for him to make his move.

Wu Hen decisively abandoned Liu Er and leaped between the shadows, sometimes waiting for the moment when a cultivator's shadow touched the shadow of a nearby tree or rock before transferring.Ordinary stealth techniques were simply incapable of achieving such excellence.This was because when the soldiers of the Three Generals' Camp marched, they were in formation, their military power flowing, their army organized, possessing the might of national defense.Few stealth techniques could infiltrate among them. Most cultivators skilled in stealth, serving as scouts, could only approach a certain distance at risk, observing cautiously from afar.

Wu Hen searched all the way down the line and found a burly man in the middle of the formation.This burly man was eight chi tall, with a thick, short neck and a face full of black beard like steel needles, his Golden Core aura surging. It was Zhang Hei.Zhang Hei was riding a black-spotted horse, holding a whip, and was not stealthily advancing with the army but standing by the roadside, observing the military bearing.As soon as he saw individual cultivators moving slowly, distracted, or being lazy, he would directly lash out with his whip and curse loudly."Move faster!""Still being lazy in formation?""Hey! You dare to glare at me?!"

Zhang Hei had a rather explosive temper when dealing with disobedient soldiers. The whip lashes made the soldiers cry out in pain, but it also indeed made them more alert, their movements becoming more nimble and standardized, maintaining the stability of the Single-File Serpent Formation.

Wu Hen watched from afar, not approaching.Seeing Zhang Hei constantly whipping the soldiers, he felt utterly speechless.Zhang Hei was filled with righteous indignation, his aura turbulent, like a drawn sword, clearly not in a state suitable for a stealth attack.

Just then, Zhang Hei's whip suddenly stopped, and he merely pointed with the whip, cursing in his mouth, but considerably restrained.

As Wu Hen was wondering, he saw a carriage moving forward along the formation.When the carriage reached Zhang Hei, the small window on the carriage opened, revealing a young cultivator with a pale face and bright eyes. The young man said to Zhang Hei in a helpless tone: "General Zhang, I've heard your shouting and scolding from afar. Are you whipping the soldiers again?"

Zhang Hei quickly denied: "Where, where. Ever since the military advisor reported it to the Elder Brother, I've hardly done such a thing."

The young man shook his head: "Listening to General Zhang, it seems you still resent me for reporting?"

Zhang Hei denied again: "How could that be?! The military advisor naturally thinks for our army's sake, and Old Hei also always remembers the military advisor's kindness. Look at my Black Serpent Spear, without the precious materials gifted by the military advisor, how could it have been forged?"

"Alas, General Zhang, take care of yourself." Ning Zhuo released the curtain and returned to being alone.His carriage was furnished with a formation, making the space the size of a room, not as small as it appeared from the outside.Throughout the entire Three Generals' Camp, he was currently the only one with such special treatment. Even the Golden Core level Three Generals Liu, Guan, and Zhang were all riding Foundation Establishment level warhorses.

Wu Hen's heart stirred: "Is he Ning Zhuo?"Comparing him slightly with the intelligence in his mind, Wu Hen confirmed his guess.With a shift in his thought, he immediately followed the massive shadow of the carriage, quietly attached himself, and slipped into the carriage compartment without anyone noticing.

Wu Hen: !!?Upon entering the carriage, he was startled.He saw Ning Zhuo sitting there, leaning against the carriage wall, looking down and studying a text on mechanisms.To his left stood a mechanical monkey, clad in heavy armor, emitting a strong aura of blood energy.On the seat to his right sat a mechanical puppet, in the form of an adult female, with a Golden Core aura.

Both the mechanical monkey and the female puppet made Wu Hen feel they were not easy to provoke.And what caught his attention the most was the hand of the female mechanical puppet, which held a long mechanical sickle.From this mechanical sickle, Wu Hen sensed the Way and Principles that he was intimately familiar with.That was the principle related to "Strange"."Night Rain Demonic Weapon?!""And not just an ordinary Night Rain Demonic Weapon!"

Wu Hen's heart pounded, no longer calm.He relied on the uniqueness of his cultivation technique and spells to infiltrate the Three Generals' Camp and to sneak into Canglin Immortal City to gather intelligence.This was because cultivation techniques and spells related to "Strange" were very difficult to comprehend, and even harder to cultivate.Therefore, the vast majority of cultivators lacked knowledge of them, found them difficult to understand, and naturally found it difficult to guard against such methods.Compared to achieving success in cultivation, a more practical and feasible method was to collect relevant magical artifacts for research and use.Thus, since the Night Rain Dynasty, many powerful cultivators had widely collected Night Rain Demonic Weapons.

Wu Hen held his breath, cautiously leaving the carriage.The female mechanical puppet exuded a Golden Core aura and held a Night Rain Demonic Weapon that was anything but ordinary. Wu Hen had no confidence whatsoever in attempting a surprise attack on Ning Zhuo.Even if the surprise attack succeeded, the spells he relied on would no longer have their former advantage against the sickle.Once entangled, with the entire army closing in, could Wu Hen still escape alive from here?He had infiltrated to create military achievements, not to commit suicide!Therefore, Ning Zhuo was also not a suitable target for attack.

Wu Hen, somewhat disheveled, left the carriage and continued down the line, all the way to the rear of the formation, where he saw Guan Hong.Guan Hong was sitting on a red-maned horse, neither brandishing his Blood Dragon Blade nor reprimanding the soldiers, but rather — grooming his beard.His beard was thick, eight chi long, black and lustrous, and when he walked, it almost dragged on the ground.Guan Hong would spend a period of time each day specifically dedicated to grooming his long beard.

Seeing this, Wu Hen's heart lifted. He had finally found a suitable target!He immediately slipped into the shadow of the red-maned horse and quietly brewed his magic.Spell - Shadowless Silhouette Cut!

At this instant, the shadow beneath Guan Hong suddenly expanded, and Wu Hen emerged from it.His face was gaunt and pale, his black hair disheveled, and he wore a tattered black robe. The edges of the black robe and the tips of his hair were attached by shadows, creating a broken yet connected link between him and Guan Hong's silhouette.Wu Hen's magic power surged out of his hand, transforming into a pair of scissors, aiming squarely at Guan Hong's neck and cutting fiercely.If this cut landed true, Guan Hong's head, like his shadow, would be severed.

At the critical moment of life and death, Guan Hong's heart pounded, seized by an intense sense of crisis.At the same time, the soldiers marching behind him saw Wu Hen and cried out in surprise.Guan Hong did not have time to turn his head, his spiritual sense focused, observing Wu Hen whom he could not perceive before.He "saw" Wu Hen about to cut his neck and subconsciously raised his right arm, actively meeting the scissors.Reflected in the shadow on the ground, Guan Hong's raised right arm touched the very tip of the scissors in advance.

Guan Hong felt excruciating pain!And Wu Hen felt the scissors plunge into flesh and blood, difficult to withdraw.He could only make the best of it, and closed the scissor blades with the momentum.

Even a tough man like Guan Hong groaned in pain, a huge wound appeared on his entire right arm, a massive wound that almost severed his right arm!He was very experienced in combat, and without thinking, he drew his Blood Dragon Blade with his left hand and struck at Wu Hen.

Wu Hen gave a strange laugh and directly钻 into the horse's shadow.Blade Technique - Hundred Zhang Pursuit!The bloody blade light locked onto Wu Hen and followed him into the horse's shadow.The next moment, Guan Hong's mount, the red-maned horse, let out a cry of agony and suddenly exploded, flesh and blood flying, sword energy surging wildly.Guan Hong had clearly locked onto Wu Hen, but he had mistakenly struck his own mount.He was seriously injured and did not counterattack Wu Hen, but instead caused the death of his own mount!

After Wu Hen made his move, he immediately transferred madly along the shadows.Numerous spells struck the ground, not harming him in the slightest.After a dozen breaths, he successfully escaped the enemy army, fully displaying the prowess of the Strange Way.And because the soldiers attacked Wu Hen one after another, the formation was thrown into chaos, causing the Three Generals' Camp's Single-File Serpent Formation to malfunction, revealing a large gap.

Seeing this commotion, the several Golden Core cultivators who had been waiting outside in hardship moved together!In an instant, several spells from four directions struck the soldiers of the Three Generals' Camp.

The Three Generals' Camp had always been in formation and reacted instantly.Liu Er and Zhang Hei simultaneously made their moves, each intercepting a spell in mid-air.Guan Hong was injured and was a step slower, only intercepting half a spell. Ning Zhuo ordered Yuan Dasheng to act, also only bearing most of the spell's power.The remaining two or three spells struck the soldiers, instantly killing over thirty cultivators.

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