Han Yuan’s lifeblood blazed like a furnace.
When he unleashed his aura, it naturally affected many people.
"Keep killing the enemy!!!"
"Don’t let these Demon Techniques affect you!"
Song Guang roared as well.
These Province Soldiers already possessed far stronger wills than ordinary people. They had only been momentarily bewildered. After being shaken by Han Yuan’s violent aura, they snapped back to their senses, the awed fear in their eyes gone.
They quickly reformed their ranks and headed toward the distant Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple.
But just then,
from every household in Tongming County Town, beams of blood-red light began to rise, shooting toward the Yellow Springs Saint Mother hovering in the sky.
Seeing this, Han Yuan finally understood completely.
’The Wangling Sect has gone mad. They’re trying to sacrifice all of Tongming County Town.’
It was obvious now:
once your mind was influenced by the Yellow Springs Saint Mother in the sky, your lifeblood and soul would be absorbed.
"Steady your Heart Spirits! You must not be deceived!!!"
Han Yuan roared.
’Tongming County Town is too large. To solve this, I have to shatter that phantom of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother in the sky!’
He quickened his pace, heading for the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple.
’If that Yellow Springs Saint Mother absorbs any more lifeblood and souls, there’s no telling what will happen.’
Han Yuan took the lead, wielding his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber. He cut down everything in his path, whether god or demon.
All the Wangling Sect believers in his way were slaughtered with ease, cut down like cattle.
「About fifteen minutes later.」
He and his men finally fought their way to the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple.
The temple stood in an extremely open area.
All nearby buildings had been razed, leaving only a single, massive, and bizarre temple.
The closer they got to the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple, the denser the yellow fog became, obscuring the path ahead.
"Han Yuan!"
Just then,
Zhao Mengtian and his army charged out from another main street.
"Director Zhao, we have to break into the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple, and fast."
"If we don’t, things are going to get much worse."
Han Yuan said grimly, his eyes fixed on the phantom of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother in the sky.
"I know... Let’s wait for General Ling first," Zhao Mengtian replied with a nod.
As they spoke, another army charged out from the yellow fog.
It was Ling Yun, leading his men into the fray.
At the same time, however,
countless figures began to emerge from the dense yellow fog around the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple.
A single glance revealed a sea of heads!
Vaguely visible among them were large banners, each bearing an image of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother, being hoisted into the air.
The atmosphere instantly became unnervingly grim.
With Tongming County Town shrouded in yellow fog, not even sunlight could pierce through.
The light was dim, made all the more hazy and strange by the pervasive yellow fog.
It felt as if they were in Hell itself.
"It seems the Wangling Sect’s true army is gathered here!"
"Gentlemen... the real fight begins now!"
Ling Yun said coldly, surveying the scene.
"Good. I hadn’t had my fill of killing yet!"
Han Yuan grinned.
"Nothing but a bunch of rabble."
Zhao Mengtian scoffed.
"Yellow Springs Saint Mother, deliver us from this sea of suffering..."
Chanting their scriptures, the Wangling Sect believers charged out in a frenzy!
There were so many of them they crashed forward like a tidal wave.
After all, the Wangling Sect had occupied Tongming County Town for a long time. Many of its citizens had been thoroughly indoctrinated, becoming fanatical believers.
In terms of numbers alone, there were likely over one hundred thousand Wangling Sect believers present.
Among them were Altar Masters and Priests.
And that wasn’t even counting Wei Wuning and Wu Guangtian.
Even this deep into the battle, those two had yet to show themselves.
"Kill!!!"
Ling Yun roared, raised his Dragon Gall Spear, and led the charge!
"KILL!!!!"
Immediately,
tens of thousands of Jianghe Province Soldiers roared in unison with Ling Yun.
The battle cries shook the heavens, coalescing into a terrifying killing aura!
They raised their Weapons and charged toward the Wangling Sect believers!
A heaven-shaking, bloody battle had begun!
In a mere instant, countless figures fell.
And countless more charged forward to take their place.
Flesh and blood flew through the air amidst agonizing screams and wails...
The scene had transformed into Purgatory.
Or perhaps, this was Purgatory itself!
Everyone went mad.
They began to slaughter one another in a frenzy, turning the battlefield into a human meat grinder!
SHLLKKK!
Han Yuan gripped his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber with both hands and swept it fiercely forward!
SHLLKKK!
Seven or eight Wangling Sect believers were sliced in half at the waist, collapsing in a pool of their own blood.
He had already lost count of how many he had slain.
On a battlefield like this, lives were reaped like grass.
The more he killed, the more Han Yuan felt a sudden sense of dread.
But he paid it no mind, continuing to swing his Dragon Sparrow Cloud-Splitting Saber and reap the lives of the Wangling Sect believers.
Not to be outdone, Zhao Mengtian swung a dark longsword, unleashing a flurry of slashes!
Sword light rained down, impossibly sharp, mincing every Wangling Sect believer near him into a bloody mist.
As for Ling Yun,
the General was equally ferocious. His long spear moved like a dragon emerging from the sea; a single casual swing sent a dozen Wangling Sect believers flying.
But there were simply too many Wangling Sect believers.
Even with their brutal slaughter, the enemy seemed endless.
They would cut down one wave, only for another to take its place.
A figure quietly appeared on the highest point of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple.
He looked down upon the Purgatory-like battlefield, a strange smile spreading across his face.
"Yes, this is more like it... Keep dying. More of you."
"Hurry up and die!"
Wei Wuning cackled.
The lifeblood of all who died on the battlefield,
whether they were Jianghe Province Soldiers or Wangling Sect believers, was being absorbed by the phantom of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother in the sky.
In addition,
the same was happening to the many citizens of Tongming County.
Han Yuan, who had been watching the phenomenon in the sky, saw this and finally understood why Wei Wuning and Wu Guangtian had not appeared.
’They want us to kill more people.’
’Sacrificing the city’s commoners is a sacrifice...’
’...and sacrificing these Wangling Sect believers is also a sacrifice!’
’They’re using us as a weapon!’
"General Ling, Director Zhao."
"We need to charge straight into the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple!"
Han Yuan barked!
Hearing this, Ling Yun and Zhao Mengtian understood immediately.
The three of them unleashed their power simultaneously, charging toward the Yellow Springs Saint Mother Temple.
With their level of power, no one could stop them. In the blink of an eye, they broke into the bizarre temple.
Inside was the same spacious plaza Han Yuan had visited before.
In the center of the plaza stood a dark yellow Statue of the Netherworld Saint Mother. It wore a lotus-blossom cap and emanated a strange yellow glow.
The phantom of the Yellow Springs Saint Mother in the sky was formed from the yellow light this statue was emitting.
"It looks like this statue is the source of the trouble!"
Ling Yun’s eyes went cold. He suddenly raised his spear, gathering his Gang Essence, and thrust it like a bolt of lightning toward the Statue of the Netherworld Saint Mother.
WHOOSH—
A beam of yellow light shot out, striking the tip of the spear dead-on.
BANG!
Even Ling Yun was forced back several steps.
"General Ling, it’s been a while."
Wei Wuning’s eerie figure appeared out of nowhere, a faint smile on his face.
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