There is no useful information about Grace Walker elsewhere yet. Here in Lingzhou, four major forces are currently contending for power: the soldiers representing the Lingzhou Governor of the Great Qian Dynasty, a rebellious band of mountain bandits, the chaotic army claiming to be the King of Liang, and the Western Di’s Fire Ape General leading his troops. The main forces are the army of the Fire Ape General from the Western Di and a major general from the Great Qian Dynasty, and their battle is raging fiercely.

Of the six prefectures and twenty-two counties of Lingzhou, all except Lingzhou City itself have been ravaged by war, with the population already reduced by sixty percent compared to a year ago. The death toll is almost comparable to the end of the Eastern Han and the Three Kingdoms period.

To use the words of the famous poet Cao: “Truly, for a thousand miles, not a single rooster crows.”

Here, “rooster” refers to the kind of flightless bird, not a certain immoral profession. Otherwise, if Lingzhou could even abolish such an age-old profession, it would be a model city of morality, not a war-torn region.

Aside from these things, Grace Walker’s greatest achievement in the past few days has been finally figuring out how to use the corpse-controlling bronze ring. With two corpse soldiers as protection, he could barely manage to stay alive and safe.

This bronze ring, as long as it is stained with the fresh blood of someone on the verge of death, can turn that person into a corpse soldier. Whoever holds the ring can control the corpse soldiers at will.

This thing is truly a rather sinister magical artifact.

However, even more sinister is Grace Walker’s current body.

The first time he was thrown against a wall by a rebel soldier, although it hurt for a while, he was completely unscathed. Grace Walker thought it was just luck. Later, when he was chased by the two corpse soldiers and ran more than ten miles in one go, he thought it was just a burst of adrenaline in a moment of crisis. Back in his student days on Earth, he would be gasping for breath after just a thousand meters, his tongue hanging out longer than a dog’s after a run.

After several dangerous encounters in the past few days, Grace Walker finally realized that the creatures in this world have physical qualities a hundred times greater than those on Earth. Even though he was only six or seven years old, he was already stronger than an adult on Earth.

The most remarkable thing was that, after several tests and ruling out the possibility of being overly sensitive, he discovered a faint, chilly current inside his body that would occasionally activate, circulating along certain meridians. Every time this happened, his strength and speed would temporarily surge.

“Damn it, is this body of mine naturally gifted for martial arts or what!”

Chewing on the root of some unknown plant, Grace Walker muttered curses under his breath.

Not far ahead of him, several thousand soldiers were besieging a huge bronze chariot pulled by eight monstrous beasts. The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce. Grace Walker, watching from a forest several miles away, didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

There were only about a dozen people on the bronze chariot, but the leader was clad in bright red armor, flames seeming to swirl around his body. The spear in his hand glowed red, and where the spear tassel should have been, there was a mass of flame shaped like a mythical beast, shrieking sharply. Everyone struck by this general’s spear would erupt in blazing flames, their entire body consumed in an instant.

Occasionally, when the leading general on the chariot thrust his spear into an enemy, the flaming tassel would disappear. The person pierced would explode from within as if packed with dozens of pounds of explosives, torn to pieces by the violent force.

After the enemy was blown to bits, the flaming tassel would leap out from the body and reattach itself to the tip of the general’s spear.

Grace Walker watched with shining eyes, inwardly praising, “This red-armored general is seriously badass. Even though they’re outnumbered, their momentum is overwhelming—must have bought a super lucky gift pack!”

He could now just barely distinguish the origins of the two armies. The besieging troops were clearly the Western Di army—their height was much shorter than that of the Great Qian Dynasty’s people, and their appearances were all distinct, obviously not of the same race. The generals on the refined bronze chariot were undoubtedly important figures from the Great Qian Dynasty.

The people of the Great Qian Dynasty were generally tall—by Earth’s standards, all would qualify for the NBA draft. The various tribes of the Western Di could all attend a Halloween party without needing costumes.

The evolution of life in the Central Divine Land was also somewhat different from that on Earth. Grace Walker’s knowledge of biology was only at the level of a high school physiology class, so he had no way of knowing whether such evolution defied science.

Despite the difference in stature, the Western Di warriors’ combat power was not inferior to that of the Great Qian Dynasty’s soldiers.

However, today the Great Qian general they had surrounded was so personally formidable that even with two or three hundred times their numbers, they still couldn’t do anything to him.

Grace Walker watched with great excitement. Suddenly, a Western Di commander launched a surprise attack, fiercely cutting down a warrior on the bronze chariot. The red-armored general, seeing his subordinate attacked and his defensive formation breached, let out a great roar. With a wave of his hand, a crimson flaming blade shot out from his arm.

The blade’s energy, more than ten meters long, not only pierced the chest of the ambushing Western Di commander, killing him instantly, but also swept across and dismembered dozens of Western Di soldiers on the spot. This move was so powerful that it momentarily stopped the Western Di troops who were about to press the attack.

However, unleashing this move clearly took a great deal of energy. The red-armored general immediately appeared somewhat exhausted and did not use the momentum to break out of the encirclement.

A figure, caught by the blade’s energy, was sent flying two or three hundred meters, landing in the forest outside the battlefield.