Boom!
Boom!
The tentacles frantically attacked the barrier, the impacts booming against the surface. Ripples layered upon ripples, blurring the view of what was happening outside.
Almost everyone in the camp had rushed out, staring at the scene in stunned silence.
On the ground, an adjutant gave commands through a walkie-talkie, barely managing to calm the crowd.
“How long can you maintain this totem?”
“One hour.”
“Sealed objects shouldn’t be exposed for long. If I take over the relay, I can keep it going for twenty to thirty minutes at most.”
“That’s enough.”
Chen Ang’s expression showed no hint of panic. He even took the initiative to explain, “Mr. Wan views this matter with great importance and has sent people. They aren’t far from us.”
Hearing this, Mr. Yuan felt much more at ease.
In their hearts, Wan Tianqing was the embodiment of omnipotence. As long as Mr. Wan was involved, there was no trouble that couldn't be resolved.
Boom!
Boom!
As the tentacles outside continued their frantic assault on the barrier, Mr. Yuan flew toward the ground.
“Keep an eye on things. I’m going to find Xiao Yang.”
...
Darkness. A darkness so thick one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face.
Any ordinary person would have found it incredibly oppressive. Deprived of sight, their nerves would be strained to the breaking point.
But not Yin Yang. He had spent thirteen years in the pitch-black underground.
Darkness occupied a far greater portion of his life than light ever had.
Screeech!
At this moment, the Headless Ghost was like an old-fashioned steam train, with thick black smoke billowing from the wound at its neck.
It grabbed the tentacles with both hands and tore them apart with a violent yank, then used them as whips to lash out at the other black tentacles.
The blade-wielding ghost was even more ferocious. Its zhanmadao swung in continuous arcs; not a single tentacle could get within three meters of Yin Yang!
Hum—
The white paper lantern lit up. The massive, hunched figure of the lantern-carrying ghost held the lantern in one hand while using the other to hold an umbrella over Yin Yang.
Seeing that Yin Yang was safe, the Headless Ghost and the blade-wielding ghost let themselves go even further, charging into the darkness to slaughter everything in their path!
Whoosh!
A streak of fire shot down from the sky like a miniature missile, leveling an area twenty meters in diameter.
Because of the cover provided by the dark clouds, the Red-Haired Ghost was also able to manifest.
Watching this, Yin Yang felt it was a bit of a waste.
After all, these were his spoils of war. Since they belonged to him, they could be sacrificed!
In the surrounding darkness, Yin Yang wasn't worried about anyone spying on him.
He decisively brought out his Hidden Vault and summoned the altar.
In the next instant, he was clad in his sacrificial robe and Nuo opera mask.
Yin Yang began to dance upon the altar, his voice chanting the ritual prayers.
Meanwhile, the lantern-carrying ghost used a portion of its spatial power to carry the altar forward.
Since reclaiming the lung, the lantern-carrying ghost’s strength had improved by leaps and bounds. Even without its liberation state, the altar that had once threatened to crush it was now nothing at all.
As Yin Yang danced, he began to notice something was off.
As a Grand Celebrant who presided over sacrifices, he keenly sensed that someone else was performing a ritual within the dark clouds!
It was a strange feeling, like a five-star chef being forcibly detained by a gang boss who loved cooking and being forced to watch him make egg fried rice.
If the egg fried rice were good, that would be one thing, but it was so poorly done it wasn't even worth criticizing!
Yin Yang felt a strong urge to step forward and teach the other person the proper way to make egg fried rice. The problem was, the other guy was a gang boss; he didn't dare go over!
Yin Yang felt conflicted. He felt the other person was wasting the ingredients. Perfectly good ‘eggs,’ ‘rice,’ and ‘seasoning’ were being ruined like this.
If the ingredients knew, they probably wouldn't be able to rest in peace!
As everyone knew, Yin Yang was a most frugal person. How could he stand by and watch such waste?
If you can’t make the egg fried rice properly, I can.
Yin Yang’s dance grew increasingly wild. As he moved, faint phantoms began to rise from the broken corpses.
They were the heroic spirits of those who had died on the battlefield.
At first, there were only a few, but their numbers quickly grew.
They followed quietly behind the altar, devouring the sacrifices.
This time, Yin Yang didn't use his own spirituality to feed them; he used the black threads in front of him!
Facing the culprits who had murdered them, these heroic spirits ate with exceptional fervor.
Yin Yang could sense that those people were likely performing some kind of descent ritual.
Their goal was to bring an evil god into the world through sacrifice.
To make a being of that level descend required an enormous amount of energy.
Human lives and souls naturally contained vast amounts of energy.
They intended to use that power to summon the evil god!
Yin Yang was afraid of the ‘gang boss’ and didn't dare get too close, so he just stayed on the periphery, picking up ‘eggshells’ and ‘rice water’ as he slowly edged nearer.
...
“Ah!”
“Kill!!!”
At that moment, the Great Qi military camp was also being attacked by a tide of black tentacles.
Initially, they had used transcendent items for defense, but those items were drained of spirituality and collapsed in less than five minutes.
It wasn't that the transcendent items were weak, but rather that the attacks from the black tentacles were too powerful.
The soldiers could only fight with all their might, but there were too many tentacles. Massive numbers of soldiers were dying every second.
“Dammit! Do those Great Wei bastards only know how to use dirty tricks? Are they so afraid of us that they don't dare face us on the battlefield like men!”
A Sequence 7 commander roared at the sky after severing a black line in front of him.
Pfft!
Beside him, a soldier was pierced through the back of the head by a black line and pulled into the air.
“Old Second!”
The Sequence 7 commander’s eyes turned red. He bent his legs and leapt upward, trying to save him.
But in his heart, he knew that with the back of the head pierced, the man was already dead.
“Ah!”
“Save me!”
“Pfft!”
More and more soldiers were being pierced through the back of the head and pulled away. Their corpses swayed in the wind like the fruit of those black lines.
“Finally, no more worries.”
“I have become one with everyone.”
The Sequence 7 commander cut through a black line and rolled to a steady landing, only to see the corpses on the black lines staring down at them with smiles on their faces.
“Do you want to join us?”
“There is no war, no responsibility. We all live together and can understand each other's joys and sorrows. No hatred, no misunderstandings.”
The corpses swayed in the wind, their words devoid of emotion, like human repeaters.
The Sequence 7 commander felt his scalp go numb.
Boom!!!
A flash of fire shot out from behind him, instantly incinerating the black lines and the corpses into ash.
The Sequence 7 commander turned around just as the adjutant roared, “What are you standing there for? Waiting for them to cook you dinner? Kill!”
With a roar, the Sequence 7 commander’s spirituality erupted as he charged toward the black lines.
Meanwhile, two mountains away, the lantern-carrying ghost was pulling the altar, inching closer to this location.
Following behind the altar were tens of thousands of heroic spirits.
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