Chapter 57: The Netherworld Demon Rabbit (1)

Chapter Eighteen: The Netherworld Demon Rabbit

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”...

Every archer in the Silver Armored Army was a marksman, their arrows flashing as countless white rabbits were slain on the spot.

The dead rabbits quickly gathered together.

Huo Guang commanded the soldiers to swiftly collect the rabbit blood in vessels.

In no time, a bucket of rabbit blood was placed before Yan Chuan.

“Your Highness, what use is this rabbit blood?” Huo Guang asked, puzzled.

Yan Chuan scooped a bowlful and poured it over himself.

“Splash!”

His chest was instantly stained a vivid red by the rabbit blood.

“Your Highness?” Liu Jin cried out in alarm.

“Two hours remain until dusk outside. Within these two hours, every soldier must cover their armor with rabbit blood. Quickly!” Yan Chuan ordered in a deep voice.

Huo Guang’s eyes were filled with confusion, unable to comprehend Yan Chuan’s intentions, but he still obeyed immediately: “Yes!”

“All men, cover yourselves with rabbit blood!” Huo Guang commanded.

“Huh?”

The soldiers looked bewildered, their faces filled with confusion. Yet, seeing Yan Chuan himself smeared with rabbit blood, they all followed the order.

A grand campaign of rabbit slaughter began.

No matter how numerous the rabbits, they could not withstand the slaughter of three thousand Silver Armored soldiers. Thus, the army killed rabbits as they marched towards the distant yellow pillar.

Along the way, countless rabbits suffered devastating blows.

Far off, at the pillar’s periphery.

Zhao Kunwu led his troops to encircle the pillar, but nothing seemed amiss, leaving Zhao Kunwu full of doubts.

Mo Yuxi and her companions arrived. Though the Green Turban Army tried to block their way, Azure Dragon swept aside an oblivious young officer, tossing him a thousand meters away. The Green Turban soldiers dared not provoke them further.

Zhao Kunwu quickly restrained his men—these were surely people from the immortal sects; if they didn’t want to die, it was best to keep their distance.

“Ding Wugu, where’s the entrance?” Mo Yuxi asked.

“It hasn’t opened yet, but I sense it’s close, very close!” Ding Wugu replied immediately.

Mo Yuxi frowned, surveying the surroundings.

“Yan Chuan said that when the Netherworld opens, danger will arise. Mister Wenruo, what dangers do you foresee?” Mo Yuxi asked.

Mister Wenruo smiled, “Saintess, you’re asking the wrong person. There’s someone you could ask directly. My guesses are never accurate!”

With that, everyone turned to look at Yan Chuan in the distance, including Ding Wugu’s envious gaze.

But at the sight of the three thousand Silver Armored soldiers in the distance, everyone’s expression froze involuntarily.

“What are they doing?” Yang Zhijiu asked, utterly baffled.

“Have they lost their minds? Covering themselves in rabbit blood?” Ding Wugu muttered, equally perplexed.

The Silver Armored Army had already transformed, becoming the Blood Armored Army, their bodies entirely crimson.

At the front, the soldiers unleashed storms of arrows, swiftly killing rabbits before grabbing them, draining their blood, and smearing themselves all over.

“This... Mister Wenruo, have you seen anything like this in the records?” Mo Yuxi asked, bewildered.

Mister Wenruo shook his head. “Earlier we caught a rabbit, but when I examined it, there was nothing unusual. Yan Chuan... I really can’t figure him out!”

“Yan Chuan must have his reasons, but he simply chooses not to share them!” Mo Yuxi said gravely.

“Hahaha! The Peerless King? Has he gone mad? They’re all insane!” Zhao Kunwu laughed mockingly.

“Hahaha!”

Zhao Kunwu’s derisive laughter was echoed by his subordinates.

In the distance, Yan Chuan’s army drew ever nearer. When every soldier was fully coated in rabbit blood, the army had already reached the outskirts.