Da Xuan Martial Saint
A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Chapter 110: Silver Corpse
The campfire flickered.
Under the dim night sky, it barely pushed back some of the darkness.
Xiaohao stopped moving with one hand already resting on the soft sword at her waist, her gaze alertly scanning the surroundings.
Finally.
The figures in the dimness gradually emerged.
About dozens of figures appeared from all directions, surrounding the makeshift wooden shelter the two had erected. The movements of these figures were very strange, as they moved rigidly and with a faint stench of decay.
As the first figure slowly approached and was illuminated by the campfire, its body showed a strange copper color, its eyes rotten and sunken, emitting bursts of decay, and its limbs seemed unable to bend as it moved.
Seeing this scene,