I have an endless army of warriors, rampaging across the heavens.

Chapter 135 Skinning, Flesh-Pulling, Tendon-Pulling, and Bone-Scraping! [Major Revision]

"What's the noise?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Qin Yunfei jumped up, furious.

He was so engrossed in listening, focused on uncovering the 'secrets of the immortal realm,' that he had no idea the man was simply stalling for time. At this moment, he was already surrounded by the immortal army.

Qin Yunfei emerged from the cave and immediately saw 'heavenly soldiers and generals' surrounding him, covering the entire mountainside.

Leading the way were ten 'giant spirits,' each one as tall as two people, clad in armor and wielding sharp weapons, extremely fierce.

"I'm completely unfamiliar with this place!"

"Invincible!"

Qin Yunfei was terrified.

Although he is the young city lord of Chijing City in Yunzhou and holds a prestigious position within the city, once outside of Chijing City, he is far inferior to those holy lands and ancient kingdoms.

Just now.

Zuo Jing's tone was too high, which greatly intimidated Qin Yunfei. At this moment, he was still excited and regarded the 'immortal army' that surrounded him as a far more terrifying existence than the elite of the Holy Land. When he saw the 'giant spirit god' and his majestic and domineering presence, he lost all will to fight.

He desperately wanted to escape.

"Where to escape!"

Zuo Jing, possessing the body of a level 10 assassin, roared and led his level 10 assassins to surround the enemy.

Qin Yunfei has killed four assassins in succession, which means he is already courting death.

Coincidentally.

Given the arrival of the visitors and the initial signs of chaos, Zuo Jing needs a few figures to establish his authority and deter those visitors from the upper realm from causing trouble.

Qin Yunfei was the first one.

This time.

Zuo Jing is serious. The first batch of three thousand assassins arrived, led by a full thirty level ten assassins. They didn't have this kind of lineup when fighting the Beast King before. This time they are really here to kill. There are even two thousand more assassins on their way.

No matter the cost!

They'll kill too!
"Ok?"

"Seems...not strong?"

Qin Yunfei had already engaged in combat with a level 10 assassin who was twice his height. He had initially been filled with immense fear and focused solely on escape, but once they started fighting, he realized—

Is it that ordinary?
"Djinn God?"

"Is he just a pretty face with no substance?"

Qin Yunfei weighed it in his hand and clearly sensed that this 'Giant Spirit God' was of average strength, only just reaching the ninth level. It wasn't strong, just average.

This kind of scum dares to call itself 'immortal'?
Enraged, Qin Yunfei donned his dark gold armor and wielded his Moon-Slaying Blade. Unleashing his power, he unleashed a powerful "Triple Wave" strike, combining three strikes into one. With a clang, the blow cleaved through the Giant Spirit God's armor, sending the Giant Spirit God flying backward. With a deafening boom, the Giant Spirit God crashed to the ground, creating a massive crater.

"That's it?!"

Qin Yunfei became arrogant again.

Zuo Jing didn't say much, and roared, "Kill!"

in all directions.

The suicide squad surged like waves.

Led by the level 10 elite warriors, wave after wave of them charged toward Qin Yunfei like a tidal wave.

Generally speaking.

When an army defeats a person, it relies on encirclement and exhaustion, with soldiers advancing one by one until the person is exhausted from killing. Then, the army can easily take the man down.

Zuo Jing's elite suicide squad was far more powerful than that of ordinary troops.

Cooperate tacitly.

Perfect fit.

It allows them to maximize the value of every dead assassin, and it keeps Qin Yunfei constantly feeling the highest level of pressure.

Knife! Knife! Knife!

Spear! Spear! Spear!
Shield! Shield! Shield!
Every moment, from all directions, they are surrounded by dozens of blades, spears, and shields.

Two more level-ten assassins, each as tall as two men, launched a fierce attack from above.

Qin Yunfei is very strong.

However, those knives and spears could not be ignored either; there was simply no room to dodge, and one had to take some of the hits head-on.

How can we tough it out?

It either relies on its tough skin, like a drum, to withstand the strain.

Either they rely on 'muscles that are alive', or they rely on taut muscles.

Alternatively, it relies on 'energy circulation'.

But after all, they are still mortal beings, and their strength is not limitless.

Facing a group of elite soldiers with overall quality at least 3.3 times or even higher relentlessly attacking, the physical and mental pressure was immense.

Suddenly, a handful of lime was thrown at your face.

Or it could be some unknown liquid splashing over.

Lime is easy to find.

The steel blade could be easily deflected, causing them to suffer the consequences of their own actions.

However, the unknown liquid is extremely corrosive, and once it comes into contact with the armor and strength of soldiers, it must be guarded against.

Being constantly on guard means being constantly on edge, which constantly drains your mental energy.

If it were an ordinary mortal army, Qin Yunfei was confident he could fight his way in and out seven times without even breaking a sweat, because the difference in skill between those soldiers and him was too great; he could easily handle them and even control the pace of the battle.

If you want to be in a hurry, then be in a hurry.

Take it slow if you want.

Strength can be used in critical moments, relying entirely on physical strength to fight the enemy, and even fighting for three days and three nights without taking a breath.

But it wouldn't work against these 'celestial armies'.

The formation was exquisite. The teamwork was impeccable.

Perfect fit.

Unparalleled.

Qin Yunfei felt as if he was fighting against dozens of third- to fifth-level martial artists every moment.

He's strong enough to kill anyone with a flick of his wrist.

It's weak, but it can really break through defenses.

You can't kill them all.

It's impossible to defend against.

Qin Yunfei was instantly trapped in the mire, feeling an endless army surging in from all directions like a tidal wave, making it hard for him to breathe and unable to break free.

They can only sink deeper!

then!

Chi Chi Chi!
Knife after knife!

One spear, then one slash!

Finally, I broke through his defenses, removed his 'dark gold armor', and shook off his 'moon-slaying blade'.

The blade slashed across his body, leaving deep cuts and spurting blood.

The spearhead pierced his body, leaving deep holes that exposed the bone.

Exhausted.

Bleeding ceaselessly.

Qin Yunfei didn't know how many soldiers he had killed, nor how much blood he had shed. He swallowed pills to heal and recover, but he still couldn't stop his decline. His vision became dizzy and he became increasingly weak. The more weak he became, the more injuries he sustained, and the more injuries he sustained, the more weak he became.

Vicious circle.

A dead end!
Then, he really died.

……

"call!"

"Finally dead!"

Zuo Jing let out a long breath.

Five thousand elite soldiers were mobilized, with level nine and ten soldiers taking turns to attack, and one hundred "warriors" always fighting to the death were always engaged in the siege of Qin Yunfei.

The battle actually didn't last long, less than half an hour in total.

But the intensity is just too high.

Qin Yunfei kills at least 10 to 20 people every minute, averaging one person every three seconds.

It should be noted that those he killed were all 'warriors' with the aura of a warrior, in a desperate state, and with a physical quality of at least 3.3. Their strength was indeed not bad. Among them were many low-level assassins who had consumed eighteen level-one fruits in eighteen days, with a basic quality of 1.6 or even higher.

A desperate gamble triples the power, reaching almost 5.0, nearly comparable to a top-tier master of fifth-level external force release.

Qin Yunfei had to be on edge at all times.

He was very killing at first, killing thirty to fifty people per minute.

But later he couldn't kill anymore; at most, he could only kill a dozen or twenty people per minute.

They kept killing.

I'm so tired.

As their hands and feet slowed down, they were hacked and stabbed by wave after wave of assassins.

With the death toll of the suicide squad reaching 666, Qin Yunfei was finally beheaded.

The leather is as tough as a drum.

The meat is cooked until it's alive.

Tension is like a taut string.

Forged bones as hard as steel.