Wu Shattered Star River

Jiang Han then entered a closed-door cultivation for almost five months. Although he stopped to rest for half a month in between, he still secluded himself for four and a half months.

Four and a half months, which is almost forty years inside the Celestial Beast Cauldron. It would be strange if someone didn't become mentally unstable after being in seclusion for forty consecutive years…

Jiang Han ignored Feng Yijun. He rubbed his face and even took out clean water to wash his face, trying to clear his head.

He pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "Two days, can you give me two more days?"

"Oh?"

Feng Yijun and Ma Ji exchanged a glance, a look of surprise in their eyes.

Last time, Jiang Han said to give him a few hours, and he actually comprehended a space teleportation Dao technique. Could it be true this time as well?

Feng Yijun asked in a deep voice, "Are you serious?"

Jiang Han nodded. Feng Yijun nodded and said, "Alright, I'll wait for you for two days. Go into seclusion!"

Feng Yijun was decisive. She turned and walked out, leaving Ma Ji to wait here while she went to Marquis Liyang's earth fortress alone.

Marquis Liyang was dealing with military affairs. He glanced at Feng Yijun and asked, "Did you lose them all again?"

Feng Yijun smiled wryly and said, "Our Death Row Camp is always on the front line, so naturally, the more we fight, the fewer we become. It's not like we'd become more numerous, would we? There are only eight thousand people left. If we don't replenish them, we won't be able to form an army."

"There's no one left!"

Marquis Liyang shook his head and said, "Where are there so many death row inmates? If it really doesn't work, disband the Death Row Camp and merge them into the other camps, right? Many camps are almost disbanded and are being reorganized."

"Disband?"

Feng Yijun raised an eyebrow and asked, "Revoke their death row status? Turn them into soldiers?"

Marquis Liyang shook his head and said, "The death row status can be revoked for some based on their battle merits. The Death Row Camp has made quite a few achievements recently, so we have to give them some benefits to motivate the remaining death row inmates to fight bravely."

"Alright!"

Feng Yijun thought about it and realized it made sense. Eight thousand death row inmates were no longer enough to form an army, and their morale was declining too severely, greatly reducing their combat power. It would be better to disband them and join the other camps.

"Swish, swish, swish…"

Just then, two figures walked in from outside. Lord Huangquan brought in a young man.

The two glanced at Feng Yijun. The young man's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Yijun, but unfortunately, Feng Yijun only glanced at him faintly and ignored him.

After the two saluted, Lord Huangquan said, "The three races are about to reach Tiger Head Peak. Marquis Liyang, do we fight to the death or retreat into the five major mining areas?"

Marquis Liyang understood Lord Huangquan's meaning. The divine formations in the five major mining areas had been built for many years and were more powerful.

Although Tiger Head Peak was the last barrier to the five major mining areas, retreating into the five major mining areas for defense would result in fewer casualties.

"Arrange for some of the troops to retreat first!"

Marquis Liyang waved his hand and said, "Leave five camps to defend for a while. We can't waste the divine formations here."

Lord Huangquan understood and was about to retreat when Marquis Liyang suddenly remembered something and looked at Feng Yijun, saying, "Has half a year passed? Jiang Han's kid still hasn't come out of seclusion? Is he deliberately slacking off to avoid the battle?"

"That's not the case!"

Feng Yijun replied, "I went to see him just now. He should be in a long period of seclusion. He asked me to give him two more days, saying that he'll be able to successfully derive it soon."

"Huh?"

Marquis Liyang chuckled and said jokingly, "Is this kid sure he's not bragging? What can he derive in half a year?"

Lord Huangquan became somewhat interested and asked, "Feng Yijun, do you really believe him?"

Feng Yijun shrugged and said, "Anyway, it's only two days. I can wait. This kid is bragging about reversing the situation. I'll see how he reverses it in two days."

"Hahaha!"

Marquis Liyang laughed and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, you guys go and get busy. Call me in two days. This Marquis will go and see his super Dao technique."

"Super Dao technique?"

The young man asked, "Are you talking about that seventh-level Peeping Dao death row inmate? How super is it? Can he kill an Entering Dao level expert with one move?"

Lord Huangquan didn't answer, turned and walked outside, leaving a sentence: "I'll come and see in two days."

Feng Yijun followed out. The young ninth-level Peeping Dao expert quickly followed, flattering her all the way, clearly an admirer of Feng Yijun.

Unfortunately, Feng Yijun completely ignored him. She walked to the outside of Jiang Han's earth fortress and said to Ma Ji, "Go back and make arrangements. Connect with the commander of the Tianfeng Camp. Disband the Death Row Camp and merge it into the Tianfeng Camp. Also, revoke the death row status of 30% of them according to their merits!"

"Understood!"

Ma Ji turned and left, while Feng Yijun took out a futon and sat down in front of Jiang Han's earth fortress, preparing to wait here for two days.

The young ninth-level Peeping Dao expert saw that Feng Yijun was ignoring him. He glanced at the earth fortress with a somewhat unkind look and asked, "Feng Yijun, are you helping this death row inmate guard the door here?"

"Wanyan Jun, are you so idle that your balls hurt?"

Feng Yijun said with a stern face, "If you have something to do, do it. If you don't, get lost and stop being an eyesore in front of me."

When Feng Yijun got angry, the young man cowered, rubbed his nose, and flew away.

Two days passed in a flash!

Many soldiers at Tiger Head Peak had already withdrawn, and the troops from some of the nearby small peaks had retreated into the mining areas. Only five camps of troops remained to guard Tiger Head Peak.

Among them, the Death Row Camp was disbanded and entered the Tianfeng Camp, which happened to be transferred to Tiger Head Peak.

Lord Huangquan, Wanyan Jun, Tianfeng Jun, and more than a dozen other Marquis-level experts had gathered at Tiger Head Peak, preparing to defend the last barrier of these three major mining areas.

Marquis Liyang's earth fortress had been emptied, and Marquis Liyang was preparing to withdraw. He couldn't participate in the battle. This place was originally the front-line headquarters, so he had to be forced to move to Beishang City.

Marquis Liyang came out and glanced at Feng Yijun not far away. After thinking about it, he walked over here.

Lord Huangquan, along with Wanyan Jun and Lushan Jun, also walked over. Everyone arrived outside Jiang Han's earth fortress.

There were many soldiers nearby who, seeing so many big shots gathered together, couldn't help but look sideways.

Marquis Liyang looked at Feng Yijun and said, "It's time. Let that kid come out and show us what he's got?"

"Alright!"

Feng Yijun walked in. This time, she didn't even have to do anything, and Jiang Han's eyes opened.

Feng Yijun asked, "How is it?"

Jiang Han frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "The Dao technique has been successfully derived, but the power is not very clear!"

There was some disappointment in Feng Yijun's eyes, then she chuckled and shook her head. Did she have too high expectations?

Jiang Han was only at the seventh level of Peeping Dao. Was she really expecting him to comprehend a heaven-defying Dao technique and reverse the situation?

Feng Yijun walked out, and Jiang Han followed behind her.

Because of his long period of seclusion, his body was somewhat weak, and his face was very pale, looking like he had just recovered from a serious illness.

A group of people turned their attention to Jiang Han, and some of the soldiers in the distance had their eyes light up.

Those few soldiers were from the Death Row Camp's Jia Wu Fortress. Wu Genglong and Jiu Du were among them, but Xuanyuan Qing was not seen.

Marquis Liyang looked at Jiang Han with his hands behind his back, and said expressionlessly, "The half-year agreement is up. Jiang Han, come and show this Marquis your super Dao technique."

"Pfft…"

Wanyan Jun couldn't help but laugh mockingly, and said sarcastically, "Super Dao technique? Really, a little cow farting—so impressive."

Jiang Han glanced at Wanyan Jun, thought for a moment, and said, "I need someone to test it. This Lord… why don't you come over and give me a palm strike?"

"Oh?"

Wanyan Jun raised an eyebrow and said, "You're already panting just because I said you were fat? Then I won't be polite!"

"Whoosh!"

Wanyan Jun's body flashed, and he floated over like a ghost, raising his hand to slap Jiang Han's head, seemingly wanting to teach Jiang Han a lesson.

"Buzz~"

Nine-colored light lit up in Jiang Han's palm. He waved his hand casually, and a nine-colored river appeared, surging towards Wanyan Jun.

An incredibly magical thing happened—

This river was not wide, only about two zhang in diameter, but it was very fast and hit Wanyan Jun in an instant.

But at the moment Wanyan Jun touched the river, his whole person shrank rapidly, becoming the size of a mosquito.

His body was rolled into the nine-colored river, and this nine-colored river quickly extended into the distance.

Wanyan Jun struggled desperately inside, but his body seemed to be completely out of his control, and he quickly went away along the river…

"Uh…"

Seeing this scene, Marquis Liyang's eyes suddenly widened, and Feng Yijun's delicate body trembled violently. The dead face of Lord Huangquan rarely showed a look of shock, and Lushan Jun and others were stunned.

The hundreds of soldiers in the distance had even more of a ghostly expression.

The river spread very quickly, and dozens of soldiers who couldn't dodge in time were hit by the river, and then all of them turned into the size of mosquitoes and were rolled into the river… …