The mausoleum is bordered by a valley. At the top of the rocky cliff, the round rocks trembled, and they rolled down the slope and fell from the top of the mountain several hundred meters high. It landed on the rocky ground with a dull sound.

At dusk, there is no wind in the valley, but the stones that fall on the cliffs are always beating, and it feels like the whole valley is trembling slightly. Perhaps the fighting on the plains outside the valley was too fierce, and the originally silent valley was also dyed with noise. Of course, there is no reason for the valley to tremble and make noise, it just lies quietly on the plain three miles away from Lingcheng, watching thousands of people rush and kill, and the earth is stained with blood. But there are some things that are not as peaceful and quiet as the valley.

The glow of the sunset poured in from the mouth of the valley, and sprinkled a bright color in the valley, as bright as blood. The blinding red light stretched all the way into the valley, until in the heart of the valley, it came across a column of large steel cages that were hard and cold.

The steel fence sliced through the sunset, half of which landed on the iron cage with a metallic sheen, while the other half shot into the cage and shone on the terrifying creatures that were as blood-red as it. The light of the setting sun stopped here, like a cowardly little insect that did not dare to enter an inch, as if this light was also psychic, so he was afraid, under the gaze of those deep-sunken, pupilless black eyes, frightened.

Thick, foul-smelling corpse blood spilled from under the iron cage and flowed slowly on the hard rocky ground, while a low, terrifying roar came from the iron cage, echoing far and near through the noisy valley. The corpse demons had woken up, completely awakened from the medicinal properties of the potion prepared by Bian Que. But when they awoke, the huge valley was empty, and the tens of thousands of people in iron armor were gone, leaving only them and the nineteen steel cages where they were being held. They seem to be abandoned monsters, but they don't break their hearts. Although Bai Qi brought the corpse demons to the battlefield as an important combat force, Zhong Wuyan threw them all down when he led the army out of the valley. For this kind of ugly and terrifying monster, even people in the same camp are extremely disgusted, not to mention that for unconscious corpse demons, there is no friend or foe at all, only indiscriminate killing.

So from the very beginning, Zhong Wuyan didn't want to bring them to the battlefield. The frontal rush can be left to her and the powerful Praetorian Guards, and as for those disgusting corpse demons, of course, they should be thrown away. Imagine what kind of chaotic and terrible consequences it would cause if you really let these bloodied monsters climb onto the battlefield, it would be easier than relying on yourself to lead troops to kill the enemy. But will this group of corpses be honestly kept in the valley? Can those hard steel cages really trap them? I'm afraid it's only a matter of time. - The pale bone scythe slashed through the air with a piercing sound, cutting a huge gap in the ground.

Xiang Yu stood beside the bone sickle, grasping his body hard before he gasped for two breaths. At such a critical moment just now, if he hadn't dodged in time, I was afraid that he would have been broken open by the white scythe blade in one fell swoop. And the white god of death didn't stop at all after a white blow, and the wrist holding the sickle pressed hard, and the backhand pulled the white bone scythe and slashed towards Xiang Yu on the right. A strong murderous aura struck at hand, Xiang Yu subconsciously took a step back, leaned back, and avoided the scythe blade that came again within an inch of distance.

The moment his head tilted back, the messy blue hair rose in the fierce wind, and the pale scythe swept an inch in front of his eyes, and the thick and cold murderous aura almost forced into his pupils. At this moment, the White Grim Reaper Bai Qi let out a mocking voice of wild laughter - "Come and take it, Overlord Chu!" You're not as domineering as you were now, are you? ”

After the scythe blade was slashed, Xiang Yu immediately turned his body and smiled deeply at Bai Qi's wild smile. Calm as he was, he was not moved by this mockery at all, but at this time, he really couldn't take Bai Qi's attack hard. In the previous encounter, Xiang Yu had no choice but to throw away the Decepticon Blade, at this time, the weapon was ten meters away from his body, he was unarmed, bare-handed, how could he hard-catch the scythe from Bai Qi's wild split, so he fell into passivity for a while. "You can't hold things up after you've finished talking about your grandiose words, right?" The white god of death Bai Qi stared at Xiang Yu through the battle helmet with the eyes of the two Yin Vultures, laughing wildly, but immediately waved his left arm and slammed it towards Xiang Yu's face.

Seeing that the white armored fist was blasting out head-on, and it was impossible to dodge, Xiang Yu subconsciously opened his right hand, and with a huge palm, the power surged, and he grabbed the hard fist from the white bombardment. Xiang Yu raised his resolute pupils, stared at Bai Qi, who was wrapped in a white battle helmet and couldn't see his expression, and was about to change hands to fight back, but found that Bai Qi was also staring at him with a cold gaze. Under the cover of the white battle helmet, Bai Qi let out a silent sneer, and almost at the same moment, he stretched out the fist that was grasped by Xiang Yuyi, grabbed it with his backhand, and buckled Xiang Yu's wrist. On the other side, the bone scythe that had just been slashed was immediately reversed, and the sharp scythe blade slashed towards Xiang Yu's head. The murderous aura came from the left side with the sickle wind, and Xiang Yu subconsciously wanted to dodge, only to find that his right hand was being held by Bai Qi, and he couldn't pull away at all.

Xiang Yu shook his fist hard, and found that it was difficult to break free for a while, and the white bone sickle had already hit his head. Naturally, he would not sit still, and for a moment, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, was domineering, and he actually put the scythe blade that came and ignored it, but instead reached out to clasp the white shoulder of the white god of death, and his fierce gaze became more and more solemn. In the attack just now, he still used all his strength, and if that level of heavy blow, if it fell on someone else, it would definitely break all the bones and limbs, and all the internal organs would be torn apart. But apparently, Bai Qi was unscathed. Bai Qi, who stood up from the ground, was no different from before, he was not hurt at all, and under the absolute defense of that war demon armor, Bai Qi, the white god of death, did not even leave a trace on his body.

So Xiang Yu held the Deception Blade tightly, and the more he stared at the battle armor on Bai Qi's body, the deeper and more terrifying his gaze became, in such a battle, he couldn't win at all in Bai Qi's hands, because no matter how he fought, he couldn't hurt Bai Qi who was wearing war demon armor. "I really underestimated you, but you still can't beat me even after so much effort!" The White Grim Reaper let out a cold taunt as he twisted his neck. There was a trace of obvious anger in that low and cold voice, although Xiang Yu couldn't hurt him at all, but he couldn't tolerate being hit by Xiang Yu so violently, he was already fed up.

So when Bai Qi's twisting neck stopped, a cold light full of murderous intent flashed in his bright yellow eyes, and then, the murderous aura condensed like blood rushed towards Xiang Yu's figure in an all-round way. "It's time to finish! Xiang Yu, the god of death is coming to ask for the soul! ”

(End of chapter)