Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 119 Military Strategists and Battle Formations
As Han Yun finished speaking, the entire underground palace seemed to tremble.

Fine cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the terracotta warrior resembling a general, revealing its bluish-gray skin beneath the clay.

He slowly raised his head, and two crimson lights suddenly shone in his empty eye sockets.

"Anyone who trespasses on the imperial tomb—will die!"

A hoarse, metallic sound echoed through the empty underground palace, and the bronze longsword in Bai Qi's hand emitted a piercing hum.

In an instant, the thousands of terracotta warriors surrounding the palace trembled simultaneously, and the terracotta on their surface peeled off, revealing the bluish-gray corpses inside.

Old Meng's legs went weak, and he could barely stand: "Alive?! These are all Qin soldiers from back then?"

Qin's elite soldiers were all handpicked from among hundreds of men. Their crossbows and repeating crossbow carts could fire ten arrows in succession, and their swords were over three feet long and incomparably sharp. In the Battle of Changping, Qin soldiers could be seen carrying severed heads on their left and live captives on their right, demonstrating their ferocity.

Bai Qi massacred 400,000 Zhao soldiers, extracting their resentful energy and using Yin-Yang secret techniques combined with military methods to create these immortal soldiers.

This is one of the foundations of the Qin Dynasty. After Ying Zheng's death, these soldiers were sealed here to guard the emperor's tomb.

"Form ranks!!!"

With a furious roar from Bai Qi, thousands of Qin army terracotta warriors roared in unison, the sound waves causing dust to fall from the dome.

They formed a battle formation with astonishing speed. The front row erected bronze shields as tall as a person, while the archers in the back row drew their powerful crossbows engraved with runes, and the cold, sharp arrows were all aimed at Han Yun and his companion.

The fierce light burning in the eyes of all the Qin army terracotta warriors, and the black and red qi appearing on the bodies of these immortal soldiers, intertwined and presented the appearance of blood and smoke.

Banners fluttered in the wind, and swords and halberds stood in rows.

At the highest point, the battle formation's will, mixed with blood and gore, transformed into a ferocious demonic tiger wreathed in blood-red clouds and demonic flames. The suspended pearl suddenly dimmed, and the entire underground palace was plunged into a blood-red light and shadow.

"wind!"

"Gale!"

In sync with Qin Feng's voice, the demonic tiger in the sky let out a furious roar.

Han Yun's gaze narrowed slightly as he felt the chilling aura emanating from the battlefield, as if he were on a battlefield a thousand years ago. Even a master like Xiang Yu eventually died in the encirclement of the army, demonstrating the power of military tradition.

He whispered to Old Meng, "You step back behind me first."

Old Meng was already ashen-faced. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly hid behind Han Yun and said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Han, this is Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter! Should we retreat first?"

Han Yun chuckled lightly, "It's alright, it's a good opportunity to witness the methods of this butcher."

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Qi suddenly swung his bronze longsword.

"Fire arrows!"

In an instant, a rain of arrows poured down like locusts, each arrow shrouded in a black and red aura, its whistling sound piercing the air.

At the same time, as the rain of arrows fell, the demonic tiger also extended its enormous blood-red tiger claws!
Before the rain of arrows even arrived, the chilling killing intent already made one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Han Yun remained calm, forming a hand seal with one hand and softly chanting, "Cloud Qi transforms into a wall, impervious to all magic!"

Suddenly, a dense golden aura of cinnabar energy surged from his body, quickly condensing into a semi-transparent barrier that enveloped the two of them.

"Ding ding ding ding——"

The arrows struck the cloud barrier, producing a dense metallic clanging sound, yet they could not penetrate even a fraction of the barrier.

At the same time, the demonic tiger's blood claws pressed down on the Dan Yun barrier, producing a deafening roar.

However, the malevolent aura and blood-red flames on those arrows were like a persistent carbuncle, constantly eroding the barrier and emitting a hissing, corrosive sound.

Han Yun's mind stirred, and a void flame ignited on the Dan Yun Barrier. Under the scorching heat of the Samadhi True Fire, all the arrows and the demonic tiger's blood claws turned to ashes. A hint of surprise flashed in Bai Qi's scarlet eyes, but he immediately snorted coldly, "Change formation!"

Upon receiving the order, the Qin army's terracotta warriors moved swiftly forward, with shield bearers pressing forward, spearmen following closely behind, and archers spreading out to the sides to form an encirclement.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like a sophisticated war machine. Black and red qi flowed through the formation, making their momentum increasingly fierce.

Han Yun, unhurried and with an appreciative look in his eyes, smiled and said, "As expected of the elite troops personally led by the God of Slaughter, their orders are strictly obeyed and they can be used as if they were their own arms. They have even managed to combine the killing aura with the battle formation to such an extent."

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Pure Yang Sword reappeared. The sword's blade shimmered with golden light, radiating a scorching aura that contrasted sharply with the surrounding chilling, malevolent energy.

Then, the Qi of Dan Yun swirled around it, and finally, countless powerful energies condensed into one, transforming into a giant golden sword.

With just a casual wave of his hand, the Qin army terracotta warriors fell like wheat being harvested, their bodies rapidly turning to ashes under the scorching heat of the pure yang energy.

However, none of these immortal soldiers retreated. As the front ranks fell, the rear ranks immediately filled in, and the battle formation remained stable.

Bai Qi stood atop the high platform, observing coldly. Suddenly, he raised his longsword high, its tip pointing directly at the ceiling, and his hoarse voice echoed throughout the underground palace: "Wherever our weapons point, we will die ten thousand times!"

At his command, all the Qin army terracotta warriors roared in unison, their murderous aura surging wildly, and in mid-air they condensed into a huge blood-red spear, the tip of which pointed directly at Han Yun.

The oppressive aura emanating from the spear caused the entire underground palace to tremble, and even Han Yun's cloud energy barrier developed minute cracks.

Although Lao Meng had his eyes closed, he could still feel the suffocating pressure. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Han Yun's gaze narrowed slightly. The Pure Yang Sword hovered in front of him, its blade rapidly splitting into thousands of sword shadows in the blink of an eye, forming a sword wheel.

"go with!"

The sword wheel roared out and collided violently with the blood-red spear.

"Boom!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, a violent energy shockwave swept across the entire underground palace, shattering the luminous pearls on the dome and sending countless fragments of stone raining down.

The mercury stream was stirred up into waves several meters high, and then evaporated into highly toxic mist under the high temperature.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Han Yun remained standing in the same spot.

Meanwhile, a large number of Qin army terracotta warriors on the opposite side had fallen, creating a clear gap in the battle formation.

Bai Qi's eyes flashed red intensely, seemingly not expecting Han Yun to withstand the attack head-on.

He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly leaped down from the high platform, landing at the very front of the army formation.

"Step back," he said hoarsely.

Upon hearing this, the Qin army terracotta warriors immediately regrouped and retreated to the sides.

Bai Qi walked alone towards Han Yun, and with each step he took, the murderous aura around him intensified.

When he reached ten feet in front of Han Yun, he was shrouded in a thick layer of blood-red mist, like a demon returning from hell.

“You are no ordinary sorcerer.”

Bai Qi pointed his sword at Han Yun: "State your name."

Han Yun lightly stroked the blade with his sword finger, pure Yang Qi flowing through the edge: "This junior student is Han Yun!"

"What brings you here?" Bai Qi's voice, like the clang of metal, echoed in the empty underground palace.

Han Yun smiled slightly and said, "I'll offer incense to His Majesty the First Emperor and satisfy my curiosity as well."

(End of this chapter)