Clang!!
The Bone Saber, infused with immense power, slashed at the knight. The knight's Mad Sand Armor instantly radiated divine brilliance, countless grains of sand shifting and swirling. The blade tore through the armor at first, but was quickly engulfed by the sand, its edge worn away. Only a fragment of the strike pierced through, leaving a small gash with blood trickling out.
But the wound was far from fatal.
Meanwhile, the skeleton was brutally slammed by the Flaming Scorpion Horse, its massive body breaking bones one after another. Shattered fragments flew in all directions, its form now severely crippled.
Nearby, a desiccated corpse swung its withered claw and grabbed a knight with monstrous strength, ripping him straight off his mount. With savage ferocity, it tore open the knight's armor and dug out his heart, shoving it into its mouth in a grisly feast. Blood and flesh mixed at its lips, the sight utterly horrifying.
Blood and cold terror saturated the battlefield.
In mere breaths, the cavalry had pierced straight through the undead army.
Wherever they passed, piles of undead fell. But knights too were slain by the undead, blood soaking the ground, a suffocating murderous aura spreading.
"Switch to bows! CHARGE!!"
Feng Xianlin, after breaching the undead ranks, barked an order. His steed immediately turned around and surged back into the undead horde, launching a second charge. Behind him, the cavalry followed without hesitation, faces cold, emotionless, all turning and charging anew.
But now, they no longer wielded sabers — they carried Bone War Bows!
Clearly, these knights were all masters of horseback archery. Gripping their bows was as natural as eating or drinking — fluid and precise. They drew Runic War Arrows with practiced ease.
Twang!
Twang! Twang! Twang!
Each arrow was infused with true energy, activating the runes etched into them. The arrows gleamed with different radiant effects:
Blazing Arrows glowed with searing red flames.
Frost Arrows shimmered with icy mist.
Gale Arrows pulsed with green winds.
Piercing Arrows flashed with golden light.
In an instant, the glowing runic arrows tore through the air with a high-pitched whistling — the sky was filled with their sharp, deadly cries.
Despite being fired on horseback, these knights displayed astounding accuracy. Against the densely packed undead, they barely needed to aim — as long as the direction was right, a hit was guaranteed.
Each arrow struck with lightning speed and brutal power.
Undead were struck down mid-charge, flung backward by the impact, some pinned straight to the ground. The runic arrows unleashed destructive effects:
Some ignited targets in flames.
Others froze enemies in place.
Some blasted corpses apart through sheer force.
Thousands of undead collapsed in moments, either dead or incapacitated. Even the durable desiccated corpses were blown apart by Piercing Arrows, riddled with gaping holes. The devastating force of these runic arrows was now fully revealed.
Twang! Twang! Twang!
After each shot, the cavalry instantly loosed another. One arrow, two, three — without pause.
Soon, the entire battlefield was blanketed in a radiant storm of arrows — a glorious rain of death. Like a raging typhoon, it swept across the battlefield, crushing everything in its path.
The newly revived undead army was mowed down like wheat under the scythe.
Ice and flame spread across the sands. Divine lights shimmered.This was no battlefield of mortals — it was a battlefield of cultivators, a slaughterhouse.
BOOM!!
The Fierce Wind Cavalry stormed back through the undead ranks, returning once more to the oasis. This time, they did not charge again — they stood calmly, overlooking the undead with silent, chilling gazes.
Crack!!
The battlefield lay in shambles. The undead uttered no screams. The silence was eerie and ominous.
Then, a skull — just a single skull — flickered with white divine light. In its eye sockets, Soul Flames flickered.
Soon, bones from all directions flew toward it, snapping into place with eerie cracking sounds. In moments, a complete skeletal warrior was reassembled. Divine radiance flowed along the bones, fusing them seamlessly.
The undead skeleton stood up, lifting its Bone Saber and Bone Shield — reborn.
And this phenomenon wasn't rare.
Other shattered skeletons grabbed bones from the ground, reattaching them with glowing flashes — recovering completely in seconds.
Even desiccated corpses that had been blown in half crawled along the ground, eyes cold and soulless.
This scene drew gasps from the crowd.
"How can this be? Even shattered skeletons reform like nothing happened! Are these things really unkillable?"
"They're getting up again! So many undead are standing up!"
"These creatures are terrifying… They don't fear pain, and they don't stop. It's death or nothing."
Many civilians had just been ready to cheer — moved by the fierce double charge of the cavalry — but when they saw the undead rise again, their joy turned to dread.
The fear of the undead was now etched even deeper into their hearts.
"The true core of the undead is their Soul Flame," Yi Tianxing muttered. "That flame is their soul. As long as the Soul Flame survives, they can regenerate. Destroying their bodies means nothing."
Yi Tianxing wasn't surprised. He'd fought undead before. He knew that their real weakness wasn't the body, but the Soul Flame, their true essence.
As long as the flame burned, they could be reborn — the only cost was energy.
To truly kill them? You had to destroy that Soul Flame.
The runic arrows had destroyed many bodies — but too many Soul Flames had survived.
"That bastard general is shameless!"
Suddenly, Wushuang Ghost roared out in fury, his eyes bulging.
Following his gaze, one could see — the Invincible Bone General was on the battlefield, but he wasn't fighting. Instead, he let his skeletal warhorse stomp skulls, then opened his mouth and sucked in the floating Soul Flames.
He devoured them cleanly, methodically.
Many scattered Soul Flames were being consumed in silence.
His eye flames flickered, becoming brighter and denser — clearly, he was gaining power.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, the undead army split apart.
From between their ranks emerged eight towering figures.
Looking closely — they were mummies, swathed in white linen wrappings, radiating an aura of dread.
"Mummies!!"
Someone cried out in alarm.
Mummies were one of the most terrifying and evil forms of undead.
But it wasn't just about wrapping a corpse in cloth. The process was arcane and gruesome.
It began with a Corpse-Seeking Ritual, followed by a Purification Ceremony — dissecting the body, removing organs and marrow, and preparing it with forbidden techniques.
The body would be soaked in saltwater, dissolving fat and cleaning the flesh.
After a month of drying, it was filled with incense, coated with resin, then tightly wrapped in cloth to avoid decay.
The final step was the chanting of incantations — opening the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth — feeding it as if it were alive.
This ritual was believed to grant immortality, making the corpse breathe, speak, and eat again.
In ancient times, civilizations like Ancient Egypt believed mummies weren't dead — only sleeping, awaiting resurrection.
And once turned undead, mummies became even stranger — with tremendous defense and unique powers.
These eight mummies were clearly extraordinary specimens.
At this moment, they carried a massive bronze coffin — humanoid in shape, carved with a lifelike, ancient human face that gave off an eerie feeling.
BOOM!
When the undead saw the bronze coffin, they immediately knelt, reverent and awestruck.
"We welcome the High Priest!!"
Their soul-forged cries echoed across the air.
Thump. Thump.
From inside the bronze coffin, a heartbeat resounded. Each beat like a drum.
"An undead… with a heartbeat?"
Even Yi Tianxing's expression changed.
This was definitely not a good sign.