"Where are my men? Hurry and help me!"
The Yang Corpse was gradually losing strength and shouted once. At that moment, the sand beneath his feet suddenly flared with golden light; countless ancient armored soldiers holding swords and halberds crawled out from the sand. They quickly formed up into a Central Army, surrounding and protecting the Yang Corpse.
Lop Nur turned into an ancient battlefield. Shouts of killing echoed everywhere; sword-light and blade-shadows flashed all around, yet no blood or corpses could be seen.
"Capture the ringleader to capture the bandits, Mr. Zhao, it's now!" the Young Taoist reminded him.
Mr. Zhao understood, raised the Karmic Fire Lotus Lantern, its eerie green light swaying in the wind as it drifted unhurriedly toward the top of the Yang Corpse's head.
"Swift!"
