The great sun's fire hung high in the sky, motionless.

In the distance, the Plague Corpse Soldiers kept coming in waves. As soon as they entered within ten miles of the sun's fire, their strength inevitably weakened.

Yet, the Plague Corpse Soldiers were fearless, continuing to advance.

Zhang Zhixing single-handedly rendered tens of thousands of Plague Corpse Soldiers weak and powerless, almost losing their threat. Just a bit closer, and even the War of Words of newly appointed Imperial Scholars would be enough to cut them down. But, as long as the plague's power remained, they would never die.