After exchanging a glance with Ye Yuqiao, Chen Hao stepped forward a few paces, then lifted his right hand while transferring the power of the Dust within his body to it.

As Chen Hao stopped in his tracks, a beam of pale yellow light appeared in his right hand, which he was holding with four fingers. Within that light were countless dust particles.

Soon after, the yellow light vanished, and the Sword of Dust appeared in Chen Hao's hand.

Chen Hao closed his eyes and conveyed the wish to summon the ancient Dust spirits to the Sword of Dust while infusing more of the Dust power into the sword.

After a long while, when Chen Hao felt that the Dust power within his body was nearly depleted, the Sword of Dust in his hand began to tremble.

Chen Hao could feel a flow of Dust power returning from the Sword of Dust back into his body.

Standing behind him, Ye Yuqiao saw countless particles shimmering with golden light appearing in the air among the surrounding trees, exuding an ancient Spiritual Power.

Under her gaze, the dust particles gathered nearby, eventually forming numerous outlines of people and warhorses.

Feeling that the Dust power within him was about to overflow, Chen Hao suddenly opened his eyes.

With a "whoosh," a ring of Dust power burst forth from within him, rapidly spreading out into the surrounding woods.

After being hit by the burst of Dust power from Chen Hao's body, the piles of gathered dust began to transform as if shedding an old skin, their glow fading to reveal the specters of people in armor wielding bronze swords, and unicorns on which they rode.

These specters were the ancient warrior spirits of the Dust Tribe. After their valiant sacrifice for their kin, the protectors and the High Priest used incantations to preserve their spirits, which have forever guarded this land.

It was ten thousand years ago that the Netherworld Azure Bird burnt down their homeland with its burning blood, and their descendants fled into the Dust Realm, abandoning and forgetting them here.

Upon their emergence, the Dust spirit warriors scattered throughout the woods like ants on a hot pan, creating chaos.

"Chen Hao, quickly use the Sword of Dust to control them!" Ye Yuqiao hastily sent a covert message to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao nodded dumbly and then, raising the Sword of Dust in his hand, he spoke, "With the Sword of Dust in my hands, fight for me, brave warriors of the Dust Tribe!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another ring of Dust power burst forth from the Sword of Dust.

Instantly, the previously uncontrollable scene fell silent, as the wandering Dust Tribe warriors in the surrounding forest froze in place, their mounts too afraid to neigh.

Afterward, all the warrior spirits dismounted and led their horses one by one before Chen Hao, gradually forming an orderly camp.

Chen Hao surveyed the scene and then whispered to Ye Yuqiao, "Yuqiao, there seem to be about seven or eight thousand Dust warrior spirits."

"Seven or eight thousand," Ye Yuqiao's response was low and seemed somewhat disappointed, "A bit few!"

She did the math. Originally having less than seventy thousand soldiers, plus the several thousand incarnations of Niu Tou, they would need at least fifteen thousand Dust spirit warriors to barely hold their own against the one hundred thousand-strong Ghost King Battalion. However, they now had only just over seven thousand warrior spirits, merely half of her worst-case estimate.

"It's not little!" Chen Hao replied, turning to look at Ye Yuqiao.

To Ye Yuqiao's horror, after Chen Hao spoke, he suddenly twisted his head off his neck and tossed it before her, just before his body collapsed.

She saw that on Chen Hao's head was a somewhat mischievous face.

At this sight, she trembled violently inside, and tears streamed down her face.

She had barely screamed when Chen Hao's head at her feet suddenly turned into a pile of dust.

"Wu wu!" Ye Yuqiao cried out, her face deathly pale, her eyes filled with fear and distress.

Within a few seconds, the dust that was Chen Hao's head rose up and flowed back to Chen Hao's neck like a ladle of water, then reformed into Chen Hao's head.

Before even opening his eyes, Chen Hao lifted the corners of his mouth and said, "Yuqiao, did you forget? People of the Dust Tribe have several lives like a cat. Do you still think we're short on people?"

After opening his eyes and seeing Ye Yuqiao with tears streaming down her trembling, crying face, Chen Hao was astonished and quickly stepped forward to hold her hand tightly, asking with concern, "Yuqiao, why are you crying?"

"You, you, you!" Ye Yuqiao's eyes were round with anger, "You scared the baby to death! Why on earth did you twist off your head and throw it in front of me? Naughty, mischievous, annoying, jerk!"

"Ah!" Chen Hao froze. He had only wanted to jokingly remind Ye Yuqiao not to forget that people of the Dust Tribe can resurrect, but he hadn't expected Ye Yuqiao would be scared to tears.

Logically, Ye Yuqiao should have seen such a scene before and not have had such a huge reaction.

What he didn't know was that the Ye Yuqiao standing in front of him was another Ye Yuqiao.

This Ye Yuqiao was witnessing his dismembered corpse, witnessing his death for the first time.

After being consoled by Chen Hao for a while, Ye Yuqiao finally stopped crying and told Chen Hao, "Alright, I know a few thousand undead soldiers is not a small number. Go on with your affairs."

Chen Hao nodded, then turned and walked back to the front of more than seven thousand neatly arrayed undead soldiers, clutching the Sword of Dust in his hand.

When Chen Hao stopped moving, suddenly, all of the undead soldiers bent down on one knee, and the unicorns beside them also bowed their heads, showing their submission to Chen Hao.

However, what they were actually submitting to was the unsealed Sword of Dust in Chen Hao's hand and the powerful force of the Dust within him.

Facing such a scene, Chen Hao was somewhat at a loss. Just when he was about to ask Ye Yuqiao for advice, the Sword of Dust in his hand began to tremble violently.

Chen Hao wanted to speak but hesitated, his mind completely drawn to the Sword of Dust.

Then, all the undead soldiers of the Dust Tribe gradually turned into dust shimmering with faint light, eventually flowing into the Sword of Dust in his hand.

After the Sword of Dust stopped trembling, Chen Hao opened his right hand, and the Sword of Dust turned into a beam of light and then vanished before his eyes.

He turned back to look at Ye Yuqiao and said, "Those undead soldiers have all entered into the Sword of Dust. They can be summoned out at any time when needed."

Ye Yuqiao glared at Chen Hao with sorrowful eyes, then huffed angrily and turned to fly away.

Chen Hao quickly chased after her, lifting the angry Ye Yuqiao into a horizontal embrace in the air.

"Put me down right now!"

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At noon.

The Dark Law King, King Wumeng, and King Qingyu led an army of one hundred thousand to the Huiyin Mountains.

Then, the one hundred thousand-strong army split into two groups of fifty thousand, one led by King Wumeng and King Qingyu, and the other personally led by the Dark Law King.

The three decided on a battle plan after discussion: to attack the main peak of the Huiyin Mountains from two directions. Whichever route they took, they would have an overwhelming numerical advantage and could swiftly muster their strength to shoot down the surprise-attacking phoenix. Moreover, if one side was ambushed or in a passive position, the other could come to support in time.

The three Dharma Kings were determined to conquer the Huiyin Mountains and were confident they could take it before nightfall.

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