The wind and sand in Amju remain the same.

All you can see is loess.

The dark yellow wind howled across this desolate land, bringing a dry and hot atmosphere.

The sun above our heads was as fierce as before, and the sunlight was particularly dazzling.

But when many warriors saw this scene, they all felt lucky to survive the disaster.

"It's good to be alive."

Someone sighed softly, and the warriors nodded one after another, and turned around to see that only nearly half of the colleagues who had been with them before were left!

The remaining half will naturally stay in that cave forever, and many familiar faces will never be seen again.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel sad.

"Hmm? Has Senior Ghost Face Man left already?"

Situ Yuan looked up and found that the black shadow in mid-air had disappeared at some point, and his mood was a little complicated.

The exaggerated and terrifying strength of the Ghost Faced Man has been deeply ingrained in the hearts of many warriors, so much so that they all feel fear.

But on the other hand, if it hadn't been for the Ghost-Faced Man's intervention, they would have become part of the human puppets, passively receiving a life-saving grace.

In addition, Wu Quan is dead, so there is no conflict between them and the Ghost-faced Man. There is no need to be hostile to each other!

As a result, everyone's attitude towards the Ghost-Faced Man has changed significantly.

Not far away, Gong Ye fell back to the ground and sighed, with a slight disappointment in his beautiful eyes.

"What a pity. Senior is still unwilling?"

Just after she asked the question, the ghost-faced man just shook his head and left from their sight.

Gong Ye couldn't help but keep stalking him.

When she thought of Wu Quan who died in battle and the reaction of the Spirit-Suppressing Envoy afterwards, she felt a headache and her mood suddenly became bad.

"Li Guanshan, why are you still standing there?"

"Hurry up and count your personnel and get ready to go back. There are still many things to do!"

Seeing Li Guanshan who was still in a daze beside him, Gong Ye became furious.

Li Guanshan's eyes were still staring at the direction where the ghost-faced man disappeared, with a very regretful expression: "Next time we meet, I must touch that body."

He is still thinking about this!

Beside him, Pei Zun touched his chin, thoughtfully.

'The ghost-faced man just now seems to be much weaker than before, and his breath is slightly different.'

'Is it the wear and tear after the war, or... is he actually just a clone?'

Pei Zun had heard that during the Barren Mountain Incident, the Ghost-Faced Man showed his ability to clone himself, so he had this suspicion.

He narrowed his eyes, silently scanned the crowd, and finally buried this thought deep in his heart.

******

In the blink of an eye, it will be five days later.

All the warriors from the Qingzhou Zhenling Division returned to Qingzhou, were given a short and medium vacation, and were given some training rations as compensation for this action.

Judging from the results alone, this mission undoubtedly failed.

Not to mention the sacrifice of many backbones of the Zhenling Division, even the acting Zhenling Envoy Wu Quan died on the spot.

The biggest failure is that they sacrificed so much but gained nothing.

Most of the treasures in the Immortal Cave were destroyed in advance by the Kong Taoists, and only some building materials remained. Although the warriors tried to carry them, the amount they could take away was extremely limited.

If someone makes a big fuss again, the final residual value will be almost destroyed.

Qingzhou Zhenlingsi also turned against Sanna from Yanzhou during this incident.

Instead of reaping the benefits, I ended up with a fishy mess all over my body.

In a word, it’s a shame!

However, Wu Quan, who led this operation, was already dead. There was no target for the higher authorities to pursue the responsibility, so they could only give up.

It is said that Wu Quan's brother Wu Pingtian had already learned the news of his death and wanted to rush back immediately, but due to the tight front line, he could not leave temporarily at the request of the God Emperor.

However, these things have little to do with happiness.

At this time, he was in a remote mountainous forest.

The forest is deep and dense, and no light can shine in, making it look extremely dark.

It was deserted all around, and the sounds of birds, animals and flying insects were extremely faint.

Based on the experience of being discovered last time, Anle specially selected this extremely secluded place and set up some concealment circles around it.

This time, he was not trying to contact his master who was far away on the battlefield, but was doing something that would sound extremely absurd to a warrior from the Great Tai Dynasty.

"call……"

After getting ready, Anle took a breath and adjusted his condition.

When his energy reaches its peak, he opens his eyes peacefully, as if thunder flashes across the dark forest.

Then, he took out the god general armor from his storage bag.

Buzz——

Blood light and silver light lit up.

The ferocious smell of blood hit his face, with an indescribable and strange aura.

The silver threads are like snakes crawling on its surface, not restless at all.

The armor of the general is like a ferocious monster, baring its ferocious fangs towards Anle, releasing its unique pressure.

Warriors with a weaker will may not even be able to withstand this kind of intimidation.

Anle just smiled slightly: "You are very dishonest. Do you really dislike me that much?"

He's not even afraid of human puppets, so how could he be afraid of such a dead thing?

Anle heard from Tie Lao that there was a very important step in the selection process of the seeds of the divine generals, called "tongshen", which actually meant personally entering the "God Armor Tomb" and using spirit to communicate and communicate with the armor of the divine generals.

Even ordinary magical weapons have spirits, let alone this incomparable magical armor?

During this process, only warriors who are favored by the divine armor are qualified to become divine generals.

Rather than saying that the warrior is choosing the armor of the general, it is better to say that the armor is choosing the right owner.

Obviously, the current armor and Anle are not very compatible.

But... Anle never wanted to conquer it.

"be honest."

Looking at the still humming divine armor, Anle's eyes swept over it coldly, and the indescribable pressure dissipated in an instant.

Terror, coldness, blood... almost turned into reality, descending on it like an abyss or a mountain.

It was like standing in front of countless demons, with wild roars in its ears, filled with the depth of ancient madness.

Divine Armor's only sanity inevitably gave rise to fear.

Its weirdness, when faced with the existence in front of you, is like a grain of sand meeting an entire desert.

During the long time that the divine armor has experienced, most warriors have been in awe of it.

"Respect" refers to the identity and status it represents.

What is "fearful" is its unpredictable power.

But now, a warrior dares to treat it like this?

The divine armor is angry!

It put away the previously restless silver thread, the bloody light dimmed, and the previous vicious aura quietly hid, its buzzing stopped, and it huddled up like a little turtle.

Seeing this, An Ledan opened his mouth.

"I still prefer your unruly look before."

Even though he said this, Anle's attitude towards the divine armor did not change at all, and he directly wore it on himself.

There was a hint of pride in Divine Armor's mind.

Even for such a terrifying warrior, in the end, wouldn’t he have to borrow its power and become its “mount”?

But at this moment, Divine Armor felt that something seemed to be growing and squirming under the body covered by it.

Sticky, slippery, soft.

They were in close contact with the divine armor, but it made the divine armor feel the slightest chill and an ominous premonition.

The next second, his premonition came true!
To be continued...