in the edge

Chapter 526: Expression of Death

In the cave of the Star Lord Tan Lang, the coyote has been completely enveloped by the boundless deathly intent.

He had already noticed that something was wrong with his cave when he just came back. The big city in his memory was not something in his cave at all, and the boundless deathly intent was obviously not a force that his former friend could control - so for safety reasons, he sent Du Chengfeng away and asked him to go to the other side to prepare for defense.

This was not for Du Chengfeng's safety, but mainly for his own safety. After all, it was already so difficult for Du Chengfeng to defeat Emperor Dajing.

And this former good friend of his seemed to be just a vanguard in the entire battle.

It was so hard to defeat just one vanguard, so there was no point in participating in the rest of the battle. After all, the enemy was too treacherous, and the Tin Man could be influenced at any time - if he really turned against them and got hit hard from behind, they would both be dead.

“Dead…?”

Looking at the army of corpses pouring out of the big city in the distance, Coyote's face darkened.

He had obtained intelligence from the clone constructed by Tieqiang before, and he thought that these armies of corpses were the masterpiece of his friend. After all, these were the soldiers of Dajing. On the surface, they would indeed obey the orders of the emperor of Dajing - but now it seems that this is not the case at all, and his friend does not have such level of means.

Although it is true that these corpses of military generals were once soldiers of Dajing, they have already died and have long since lost their former identities, status, and even everything.

They will listen to whoever brings them back to life.

"Is this your method?"

The coyote's gaze passed beyond the city and looked towards a farther direction.

"Just these things? You want to kill me just because of them?"

As far as the eye could see, the coyote received no response.

Only the tide of death formed by the corpse soldiers was advancing steadily.

This action is also a response, a response that speaks louder than words.

"...Then you look down on me too much."

Taking a deep breath, the coyote raised his head.

The sky, which had originally become overcast due to the spread of death, had completely turned dark without anyone noticing - but it was under this pitch-black night that the bright moonlight tore apart the clouds.

And when the moonlight sprinkled on the earth, the whole jungle seemed to come alive at this moment.

Stars of green light lit up in the woods.

Those were pairs of hungry eyes.

"Let's go."

The coyote lowered his head and began his charge.

Under the moonlight, the originally ordinary wolf body had grown several times larger, and the mane fluttering in the wind around its neck made it look like a true king - and behind this king, countless wolves pounced out, those wolves outlined by the moonlight had the same hunger, the same ferocity, and even the same coldness.

The cold wind blew over, which further boosted the wolves' power. In this cold wind, they were the gods of death that reaped lives!

"boom--"

The wave of death formed by the corpses of the soldiers and the wolf pack outlined by the cold wind and moonlight collided fiercely.

The entire cave seemed to be shaking because of this collision, followed by countless people and horses falling to the ground - the skeleton soldiers were torn to pieces by countless bloody mouths, and the wolves were killed by sharp blades and spears. Rather than saying it was a head-on battle, it was more like both sides were rushing towards death.

But they will not die. The skeleton soldiers will not die. No matter how many times they are torn into pieces, they will still put their bodies together and stand up again. The wolves will not die either. They are made up of moonlight and cold wind. No matter what shape they are chopped into, as long as the cold wind continues to blow and the moonlight continues to shine on their bodies, they will still be able to condense into their own bodies again.

Death and life, at this moment, seem to have lost their boundaries.

It seemed like this battle would never come to an end, as if they would keep fighting until the end of the world.

"So, this is what you're capable of?"

With one claw, the coyote smashed dozens of dead soldiers and looked into the distance again.

Indeed, the tide-like attacks of these corpse soldiers could indeed be called ferocious, and even he had to use some tactics when facing this endless offensive - but if it was just this kind of attack, it would be impossible to defeat him after all. It would be too much of an underestimation of him to want to kill him by relying on these corpse soldiers as weak as ants.

You have to know that before he flew into the sky, he already had the ability to fight against an entire army alone, and he alone was enough to kill an entire army. And now, even though the number of enemies in front of him has increased by who knows how many times, he himself has also become stronger.

To think you could take him down with just this kind of stuff is simply...

Could his enemies really be so stupid?

It was impossible, absolutely impossible. The other party was not an ordinary person, but a truly powerful one. Even his cheap mentor, the powerful fisherman, died in his own cave because of the conspiracy of this powerful one. If he already had such a means, why would he use such a clumsy way to attack him?
There must be something wrong here, something he has not yet noticed.

There must be somewhere...

"and many more!"

The coyote suddenly remembered something and looked up into the air.

As the coyote moved, the bright moonlight once again entered the clouds.

The wolves outlined by the moonlight also disappeared as the moonlight faded.

The endless killing suddenly came to an abrupt end.

"so close!"

Looking at the bone fragments all over the ground, the coyote's expression looked quite ugly.

Indeed, he could have continued fighting, he could have even broken through this surging army of skeletons, or even killed them all - but that would have been meaningless to the skeleton army that was already dead, instead he himself would have been trapped deeper and deeper in the slaughter.

You know, just now, he even felt that he and those wolves were like the gods of death that reaped lives.

What a joke! They are clearly a pack of wolves, a pack of wolves that prey on the weak. How could they become the gods of death!
"you……"

Raising his head again, Coyote completely understood what the enemy wanted to do.

From the very beginning, their enemies never thought of killing them.

After all, for a master who has studied death in depth, killing the opponent is the most meaningless thing. You know, even Coyote himself actually has dozens of ways to resurrect himself after death - of course, his enemies may be able to crack these methods one by one, so that he can really die, but this time-consuming and laborious task obviously has no gain.

So, what is rewarding?

The answer is simple.

The most rewarding thing is to recruit them directly.

There is no need to kill them, just recruit them, and you can get their ideas, their knowledge, and even everything about them - as for the way of recruiting, this is completely different from the mortal world, which can be clearly seen from the way the other party attacks. You can't keep the strong just by relying on high positions and generous salaries, and there is no way to make the powerful really identify with them. After all, the powerful have their own ideas and the paths they want to take.

Therefore, if one wants to make other powerful people submit to oneself, the simplest way is obvious.

Destroy his state of mind, destroy his paths, tear apart everything he has, and knock him down from the clouds to the ground.

Then extend a hand and tell him what is truly right.

"So…is this what you wanted to tell me?"

Coyote looked at the army of skeletons in front of him.

Or rather, he was staring at the strong sense of death on these skeletal soldiers.

"Life is but a moment, and death is eternal? Is this what you want to tell me? Is this what you want to show me?"

The coyote did not get any response, and the skeleton soldiers in front of him did not give him any response either. They just pressed forward silently, pressing in the direction of the coyote.

The heavy footsteps made the coyote sweat profusely.

Right now he seemed to be trapped in an unsolvable dead end, and no matter what he did, nothing would change - he could just continue to kill these damn skeletons, but that would make him understand death more and more, and get closer to the identity of "Death" that the other side had defined for him. But if he just stopped here and did nothing, and waited for the tide of death to come all the way over, even if these skeleton soldiers were like ants to him, they would still be able to kill an elephant.

If he died because of these skeleton soldiers, he would probably fall into the hands of the enemy.

Of course, there is a third option, which is to simply run away, as far as possible, but if he really chooses this path, it means that he has taken the initiative to break the path he has chosen - you know, he has always believed in the law of the jungle, and if he runs away now, it means that he must admit that he is the weak one.

He is not the Greedy Wolf Star Lord who eats others, but a weakling who is eaten. After he admits this, he will probably find it difficult to maintain his current calm state of mind.

The enemy was more experienced than he expected, and with just one move, he was forced into a dead end!

"I won't fall here... How could I fall here!"

Gritting his teeth, the coyote raised his head.

The bright moonlight once again broke through the clouds and spread down, but this time, the moonlight did not outline any other wild wolves, but instead shone entirely on the coyote.

It is obvious that at this moment the coyote is ready to fight to the death. Under the moonlight, the coyote is ready to go all out!

But at this moment, he discovered that his enemies had also given a new response.

It was a response to his desperate behavior, a blow to his survival instinct, and the last straw that broke the camel's back.

There was a familiar figure of an old man, holding a fishing rod, sitting above the clouds, his face lifeless and calm.

There was not even a hook on the hanging fishing line, but judging from the old man's posture, it seemed like he was fishing for something more elusive.

"you……"

The moment the coyote saw the old man, he was struck by lightning.

This was his mentor, and also the guide who brought him to heaven. He was a much more powerful person than him - the most important thing was that the appearance of this corpse had completely confirmed his guess!

The enemy is really too strong.

There is no possibility of victory if he relies on himself alone.

But driven by its survival instinct, the coyote still flew up, its agile body stepping on the clouds, like a mighty beast in ancient legends - but this was meaningless to the old fisherman with a deathly face, who didn't even bother to move.

With just a flick of the fishing line, the coyote in mid-air was tied up tightly.

The familiar failure awakened the long-lost sense of frustration in the coyote's heart. It was still the same moves, and he still couldn't break them - perhaps from the moment the old man's body appeared, he had already lost. His law of the jungle, even if it could swallow the sky and the earth, could not solve anything.

Only death is eternal, only death is the truth in this world...

"Puchi-"

Just when the coyote was about to be hooked all the way up to the clouds, another fishing rod pierced the old man's body through the back.

"What's going on? Isn't this old guy dead?"

In mid-air, the tin man holding the fishing rod looked puzzled.

"I remember watching you eat this thing in one gulp. How come you spit it out again?"

"Don't do it!"

Seeing the support, the coyote's face showed no joy but shock.

"Don't do it! Don't kill..."

laugh--

As the fishing rod was swung, the old man's body was immediately cut into pieces all over the ground.

"What did you say? What about don't do it?"

It was at this time that Du Chengfeng came to his senses and looked at the coyote in mid-air.

"Why can't you just take action? I saw you fighting with him..."

"You can't kill him! You can't kill him!"

Recalling what he had just experienced, Coyote hurriedly explained to Du Chengfeng.

"If we kill them and leave these corpses, we will also be tainted with the meaning of death, and we will gradually begin to understand death. By that time, we are afraid that time will..."

"When will it be? What will happen?"

Du Chengfeng still looked puzzled.

"What's wrong with killing them? What's the problem? Or, even if they are all killed, what's the problem? As for your understanding of death... Is there anything wrong with it? I don't think there is anything wrong with it."

As he said this, Du Chengfeng patted his chest.

"I tell you, when it comes to understanding death, I am the best."

"No one understands death itself better than I do."

(End of this chapter)