Blood-colored rays of light descended from the sky, slanting into the roaring and galloping corpse beasts. In the core center, there was a wolf-like corpse beast with a majestic physique. Its pure white and silver hair fluttered slightly as it galloped, like seaweed in the water, floating lightly and loosely.

This silver-white corpse beast had a deadly aura of ice and snow all over its body, its four hooves had sharp claws, and a sharp black horn protruded from its forehead, pointing proudly towards the sky. There was a faint saliva-like liquid in the corner of its mouth, sliding along the two protruding white and cold fangs, filled with a fishy smell.

What is truly shocking is that such a ferocious monster actually has a figure on its back. This is a child of five or six years old, with a short stature, arms as white as lotus roots and pink as lotus roots, and a red bag tied on his belly with a "corpse" embroidered in the middle. It must be an ancient corpse, and fortunately Huangdi recognized it.

The child in the red bib held a black flute in his white hands and blew it gently across his lips. Mysterious flute sounds floated out from the flute, like invisible transparent smoke curling among the army of corpses.

Human? Huangdi's mind was a little sluggish. He couldn't believe that among these ferocious beasts that destroyed and destroyed all living things, there was actually a human!

The child in the red bib seemed to sense something and raised his head gently. His clear watery eyes sparkled with star-like light like pure black gemstones as he looked towards the Yellow Emperor in the distant direction. Then he smiled an innocent, naughty, yet cute and lively smile.

There was a kind of weirdness in this smile.

Huangdi's scalp went numb, all the hairs on his body stood up, and his body trembled slightly, but the hand holding the sword did not shake. As a swordsman, his hands would never tremble at any time, so even though his mind was in shock, he still swung his sword reflexively at a vicious beast flying nearby, splitting the dead beast's body in half. Blood and internal organs burst out from the inside and whizzed all over Huangdi, but were blocked by an invisible barrier.

Holding the Xuanyuan Sword that was not stained with blood, Huangdi retreated a few feet gracefully, avoiding the dirty organs and blood.

A blood-colored light shone down from the sky, and in the blood-colored haze, the corpse of the evil beast fell below, and behind it, more evil beasts roared and pounced.

Huangdi's fingers slightly clenched the long sword, his eyes slowly narrowed, a sharp cold light flashed across them, his clothes and hair moved without wind, he walked slowly in his blood-stained boots, walking against the ferocious beasts flying towards him, as if he was wandering in the river of past years and time.

The figures of the evil beasts seemed to be stretched by time and space. Their claws reached towards his forehead, and then blood flowers bloomed, like ice lotuses on snowy mountains, weird and beautiful. Drops of blood and blood burst out from their broken claws.

Huangdi was like walking in a dark world. There was darkness all around him, and he was the only one walking there. There was a faint light on his body, and in front of him were ferocious beasts, pouncing on him to kill him.

He had a blank expression on his face, and there was no trace of expression on the deep contours of his cheeks, only indifference as cold as frost and snow.

These ferocious beasts pounced in front of him, and before their claws touched his body, it was cut off as if by a transparent knife. A flash of light appeared under their throats, and their entire heads were thrown into the air by an invisible force. Then, along with their bodies, they were thrown backwards by an invisible big hand and fell to the ground below.

Huangdi didn't seem to draw his sword, and no one saw him make any movements, but the ferocious beasts that pounced on him died one after another, as if the world around him had become a forbidden Shura hell, and no creature could cross the line!

Many powerful men of the tribe who were rushing over from the city wall in the rear only saw Huangdi holding the Xuanyuan Sword, with the golden sword flashing with a fierce light like the golden sun, walking among the countless dead beasts that were rushing towards him, as if he was leisurely admiring flowers in the garden. The dead beasts did not resist his advance at all as he walked, and no one even saw him take action. They only saw the dead beasts being cut by invisible and transparent knives, with blood splattering, and then their limbs were disassembled and blasted away.

Such a tyrannical strength made the blood boil in countless people in the rear. Their eyes shone like stars in the dark night, and their morale reached a peak. Then, everyone roared and rushed over, raising the melee weapons in their hands and pouncing on these black corpses and evil beasts.

On the city wall, there were shooters squatting at many shooting points, holding powerful photosynthetic sniper rifles in their hands, like the god of death wandering on the edge of darkness. Every time the trigger was pulled, a life that had already withered and soulless would be taken away.

Kill, kill, kill!

The entire battlefield was seething, countless shouts roared into the sky, colorful energy beams shot out, and black shadows swarmed out like locusts and pounced into the army of dead bodies and evil beasts.

This black torrent was stopped in front of the steel wall formed by a large number of powerful men, with countless blood and flesh flying everywhere. Huangdi and Fuxi rushed into the army of dead bodies and evil beasts like the wind, slaughtering countless dead bodies and evil beasts crazily. Wherever they passed, there were bloody body parts and broken corpses.

A loud roar pierced through the clouds, and a black shadow came towards him. Huangdi looked up, his heart trembling suddenly, and saw a lion with eight wings on its back rushing towards him. Behind this evil beast, there were six more evil beasts, roaring and galloping towards him, their bloodshot eyes filled with breathtaking cruelty.

Huangdi clenched his teeth slightly, and the sword in his hand seemed to sense his master's mood, shining with unprecedented golden light, and a mysterious mark slowly emerged between Huangdi's eyebrows, symbolizing anger. His black hair automatically fluttered without wind, and he rushed towards the ferocious beast in front of him like a peerless killing god.

In the sky, Fuxi held the Bagua Mirror in his hand and fought with four or five powerful undead beasts. The Bagua Mirror flashed continuously, and rays of light penetrated the lens and floated out, bursting out wisps of pure white aurora in the dark sky. While fighting, his mind was churning with thoughts, and he looked at the child in the red hood in the army of undead.

He has been keeping an eye on this mysterious child for some time.

Maybe it was a battle or something else. Suddenly, he had an idea. He thought of the red-hooded kid. No matter how fierce the battle was, the black iron-wood flute on his lips never left his mouth. He was smart and thought of something after a little thought. His face changed immediately and he shouted, "Emperor Yao, Emperor Shun!"

Emperors Yao and Shun, who were not far from him, were stunned when they heard Fuxi's sudden words, but they did not panic. Instead, they calmly repelled the two evil beasts and moved closer to Fuxi.

Fuxi fought with the Bagua mirror in hand, and shouted, "I will hold these beasts back, and you follow me to kill the red-hooded kid!"

Before Emperor Yao and Emperor Shun had time to think, they saw Fuxi's figure leap and rush out of the siege of those ferocious beasts. The Bagua mirror in his hand grew larger as it spun, and he blocked it in front of his head, and rushed into the army of corpses like a bulldozer. Along the way, he met many gods and ordinary corpse beasts of the primary god emperor level, all of whom were crushed into meat paste by the dazzling pure white light flashing from the Bagua mirror.

Emperor Yao and Emperor Shun seized the opportunity and rushed after Fuxi, with Fuxi leading the way as they headed towards the child in the red hood that was in the center of the corpse.

The kid in the red hood seemed to sense something and looked over. His big black gemstone-like eyes blinked curiously with an innocent smile, and then he blew the flute softly. The blade-headed corpse beasts guarding in front of him all roared and rushed towards Fuxi and the other two.

Fuxi's expression changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed slowly. Although he felt a little depressed in his heart, this incident also confirmed his guess. This kid in the red hood was indeed the one who controlled this group of zombies!

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His deep eyes seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, flashing with a cold light. He suddenly pushed with his big hand, knocking away more than 30 dead beasts that were rushing towards him, and then he stood up and roared, "You go, I'll hold you back!!"

Emperor Yao and Emperor Shun seemed to know the seriousness of the matter. They quickly activated their racial talents, exerting anger to increase their combat power tenfold. They pushed all the secrets in their bodies to their peak and roared as they pounced on the child in the red hood.

Most of the monsters in front were blocked by Fuxi with all his strength and a flushed face. The two of them rushed forward without much hindrance and came in front of the child with the red hood. They roared and clenched the weapons in their hands to chop at the innocent child.

The kid with the red hood looked at the two ferocious men without seeming to be panicked at all. The silver-haired wolf he was sitting on flashed and retreated ten feet to avoid the fierce attack.

"Two big brothers, do you want to hit me?" The little boy with red hood looked at Emperor Yao and the other two innocently and asked curiously, as if he was asking what to eat with interest.

Emperor Yao knew that Fuxi behind him was expending great strength and using the self-destructive secret book to buy time for the two of them. The sequelae of the self-destructive secret book were extremely serious, so he ignored the kid in the red hood, gritted his teeth, accelerated to chase after him, and chopped him down with his sword.

This blade condensed all his strength, and when it came down it cut the air in two, creating a black illusory space.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly seemed to stop changing, time and space stopped, and then the shadow was lengthened by this knife.

The little boy with the red hat raised his head and looked. His bright black eyes were still clear and pure without a trace of dust. There was a lovely smile on his little face as he watched the sharp knife chopping down.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The sharp sword stopped just above the red-hooded kid's head, but couldn't move any further. Emperor Yao's body in the air also froze as if he had been hit by a needle.

I feel my writing has improved a lot in the past two days, but I’m still in the process of adjusting. I wonder how you guys feel about it (To be continued!.