"Oh? Corpse Chief?"

Yan Wulu's face was dark, and he couldn't see any emotion. "...I'm looking for death. I'm going to kill him right now."

Yan Weiyu immediately reminded—

"Eldest nephew, don't be reckless. Corpse King is the strongest person in the Corpse Immortal Sect and is by no means an easy person to deal with."

When Yan Wulu heard this, he sneered softly and responded in a very old-fashioned and domineering manner——

"He just attacked you because he wanted to fight me."

Yan Weiyu was stunned when he heard the sound.

For a moment, she felt embarrassed and uncomfortable...

She thought this was because Yan Wulu cared about her, so she regarded the enemy's actions against her as a declaration of war against him.

Unknowingly, Yan Weiyu's cheeks turned red and her chest felt bumpy.

And Yan Wulu...

In martial arts, isn't this how masters declare war? (The cute villain spreads his hands.)

"Little aunt, take care of yourself and come back as soon as Wulu goes."

After saying that, Yan Wulu used the Blue Sea Clone Technique to transform and disappear.

The white shadow in the forest was also startled, and the next moment he turned around and struck out with his sword to block Yan Wulu's halberd.

The corpse leader immediately felt that his hands were numb from the shock...

Immediately, the two of them were like two streams of light, traveling quickly through the forest.

Swords and halberds collided, and the fight continued.

But Yan Wulu has always had the absolute upper hand...

The same is true on the forest battlefield.

The Zhenbei Army was as unstoppable as it was overwhelming.

Shen Yupei's side was even more defeated.

The battle comes to an end.

High on the mountain, I suddenly saw the figure of King Zhenbei!

Under the moonlight, a generation of overlords appeared here with their guards, overlooking the situation on the entire battlefield.

The king of Zhenbei is majestic and powerful, like a rainbow.

As soon as he appeared here, the morale of the Zhenbei Army immediately rose to another level.

As for the people on Shen Yupei and Lu Minghui's side, they instantly lost all will to fight.

Wolf King Shen Yupei was the first to escape from the battlefield.

The rest of the people also scattered away like birds and beasts, throwing away their helmets and armor and fled.

The Zhenbei Army won a complete victory.

Even Lu Minghui, who had persisted in fighting for the longest time, had to retreat and escape at this moment.

Yan Wulu came back from nowhere and kept charging and killing among the enemies.

He looked at the direction in which Lu Minghui fled and disappeared, his right eye flashed with light, he drove his horse and raised his halberd, preparing to charge towards him.

"Don't chase poor bandits."

Yan Dong slowly drove his horse to Yan Wulu's side, and said calmly: "...it is not yet known how much hidden power the enemy has. Pursuing in the dark will not be conducive to our army."

Cheng Huanian also came here on horseback and echoed -

"What the king said is absolutely true."

"After we have defeated this group of enemies, we will give priority to leaving here, returning to the north, and joining up with our army in the north. This is the best strategy."

"No!"

Yan Wulu suddenly interrupted, gritting his teeth, "...Then Lu Minghui and I have a deep hatred, and we must eradicate it!"

As he spoke, Yan Wulu's angry tone gradually became more relaxed. He glanced at Yan Dong, and then secretly avoided the other person's sight, displaying his usual calmness and confidence.

"Father, don't worry, I will go back alone without Lu."

After saying this, Yan Wulu rushed out on horseback regardless of Yan Dong's dissuasion.

Yan Weiyu wiped the bloody swords in his hands and came to Yan Dong's side.

Looking at Yan Wulu's disappearing figure, she felt vaguely strange and said to herself——

"Didn't my eldest nephew go to fight with the Corpse Chief? Why did he appear here again?"

Yan Weiyu still felt that Yan Wulu just seemed a little too reckless and too violent.

Moreover, she remembered that Yan Wulu was not so obsessed with killing everyone.

"This time the enemy must have strong men hiding in the dark. It would be too dangerous for Lu'er to pursue the enemy alone."

Yan Dong suddenly became worried. He turned the reins of his war horse and immediately ordered: "Sister-in-law, lead someone to clean up the battlefield."

"...Cheng Huanian, take part of the team and go with me to hunt down the enemy invaders and protect the prince."

"As you command!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Huanian clasped his fists and saluted, then quickly ordered his troops and horses, and followed Yan Dong in the direction of Yan Wulu.

Yan Weiyu also agreed.

"I feel like my sworn brother is always a little careless when it comes to matters concerning my eldest nephew's life."

"...and became reckless."

Yan Weiyu thought secretly in his heart.

She turned to look at the battlefield around her, recalling Yan Wulu's previous performance...

Yan Weiyu still felt that something was unusual.

"I have never seen my eldest nephew do anything so anxiously before? Chasing the enemy?"

"...It seems that Lu Minghui has indeed deeply offended my eldest nephew."

Yan Weiyu shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle.

She then continued to order the sergeants around her to clean up the battlefield.

Find injured and dead comrades and bring them all back to the camp.

Yan Weiyu himself led some people to warn the surroundings.

Cleaning the battlefield is a laborious and time-consuming task.

Especially in this kind of dark night, when you can't see clearly, you have to be alert to the enemy's "returning rifle" that may come to kill you.

Time passes.

The battlefield has basically been cleaned, and the wounded and dead soldiers of the Zhenbei Army have begun to be transported back to the camp.

Suddenly, Yan Weiyu's earlobe moved slightly, and there was a sound...

"Who is it?" Yan Weiyu pointed the sword blade in his hand at the source of the sound.

"It's me."

An extremely familiar gentle male voice.

Yan Weiyu was a little stunned...

Sure enough, the tall figure approached, it was Yan Wulu who was holding a bloody head in one hand!

And that head seems to be the one who provoked Yan Wulu and attacked Yan Weiyu, the corpse leader of the Corpse Immortal Sect.

Yan Weiyu looked a little confused...

Because Yan Wulu came from the completely opposite direction from when he left before, and he was obviously going to chase Lu Minghui, the descendant of the devil in that place.

During this short period of time, why did he suddenly come from the opposite direction?

Moreover, he also held the head of another non-hunting target in his hand...

"Unless...he is not Yan Wulu!"

Yan Weiyu opened his eyes slightly.

She stepped forward and flew forward, slashing at Yan Wulu with a sword.

Yan Wulu was slightly startled, but he immediately hid.

"Little aunt, you are crazy!"

When Yan Weiyu heard this, his expression became more complicated.

She pointed at Yan Wulu and said directly——
To be continued...