Chapter 183 — Underworld Raid
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" Shen Wanyun said gravely. Shen Mu shook his head.
"Quite a few corpses lie sunk in the river as well.
We cannot go back. " He had just spoken when suddenly the sound of water rose at the river's edge.
In the black mist, resurrected "corpses," dripping wet from head to foot, climbed out of the riverbed onto the shore; catching sight of them, they abruptly sprinted over. "We can only make for the Southern Wastes and look for a chance to return north.
" Shen Mu's face showed no change of expression.
He raised his hand and patted his waist; a beam of sword-light shot out from the Taotie pouch, transforming into the Cloud Sword form. The sword-light whirled, slicing off the heads of the Netherworld disciples who came rushing at them.
Those Netherworld disciples turned into headless corpses, then at once bent down, picked up their own heads, tucked them under their arms, and came on to kill nevertheless!
One head tucked under a corpse's arm opened its mouth wide and shrieked, "Come quickly!
There are a few fish that slipped through the net here! Come quick, everyone! " For all that Yun Que, Yue Qinghong, Shen Wanyun, and the others had seen a great deal of the world, they had never witnessed magic so diabolical.
The one who remained composed instead, perfectly self-possessed and not the least bit flustered, was Si Yunxiang, usually so shy and faint-hearted.
Shen Mu spread his five fingers wide and abruptly clenched them; the sword-light of the Chubao Sword at once turned into the Coiling Sword form, spinning and cutting, shredding those Netherworld disciples to pieces.
"Quick — go! " he said in a low voice.
"Lest the Netherworld Sect's experts pursue us.
" The group hastened into the darkness. Yun Que looked back at Lu County, wreathed in firelight, and felt a chill and a sorrow in his heart.
"To the Southern Wastes? That is the enemy's lair.
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