Daoist Master Yuanyi was now fully unleashing his sword seals, and layer upon layer of sword qi sliced through the bindings on the terracotta warrior piece by piece.0

And there, beneath the disintegrating shell, Master Shenshan’s figure was revealed. His eyes were shut tight, and his body was enshrouded in a faint golden glow, but he appeared to be completely unconscious. The golden light was merely the residual power of his Buddhist cultivation, protecting his spirit and soul.0

Daoist Master Yuanyi had been using his Daoist sword art to forcibly break the cursed spellwork of the tomb. But just as the last trace of the warrior's shell binding Master Shenshan was dispelled, a thunderous drumbeat suddenly erupted from the black cloud in the tomb, echoing like rolling thunder. It was as if an ancient battlefield had come to life at that moment.0

Suddenly, Daoist Master Yuanyi collapsed...0