The Blade-Wielding Legend

The streets and alleyways were rife with strange occurrences: twisted human shadows inexplicably appeared on paper sliding doors; wailing cries echoed from the wells; the once bustling town streets saw the lantern lights suddenly turn an eerie green.

The townspeople were utterly terrified, shutting their doors and windows; the entire city descended into panic.

However, their positions were thus exposed.

A large number of elite Longye Group ninjas, Ghost Warriors controlled by Evil Skill, and sorcerers trained by Jianmu swarmed in like wolves and tigers.

Hai Qiao fought valiantly against three Ghost Warrior leaders and several Onmyoji at the Vermilion Bird Gate, splitting several people with his mighty axe, but was eventually immobilized by a bizarre Shadow Binding Technique, and multiple Poisoned Blades pierced his chest, leading to his heroic death...

Lin Feng was surrounded by a swarm of ninjas and Shikigami on the outskirts of the Yin Yang Hall, running out of Hidden Weapons, and heavily poisoned, he desperately detonated the Fire Thunder he carried, perishing together with the enemy...

Ruan Amo was attacked by an old monk skilled in Magic during her spellcasting, resulting in the Witchcraft backlash, causing her to bleed from all seven orifices and die...

Just like the Jianmu Organization in the Divine State, capable of striking unexpectedly while hidden, once exposed, they would attract many experts to besiege them; the Hai Cang Team met the same fate.

Sea Moon Monk was inconsolably grief-stricken, yet struggled to hold on.

His years of infiltration were on the verge of ruin, and he couldn’t reconcile with it.

...

In High Heaven, Li Yan’s yin soul was at its last gasp.

Xuanyinzi’s pursuit was relentless like a festering sore.

Poof!

At last, a soul fire on the Daluo Dharma Body extinguished.

The restored Dharma Body quickly bore several new wounds.

With the loss of the ability to summon Yin Department Soldiers, facing the Earth Immortals he used to avoid, the current Li Yan was powerless to resist, and even the Thunder God Transformation could only be used to escape.

At this moment, due to the destruction caused by Sea Moon Monk and others, the Earth Nail on Anma Mountain, and the Mountain Suppressing Eight-Inch Mirror were violently disturbed from the outside, creating a spatial ripple.

Now’s the time!

Without hesitation, Li Yan fiercely threw a fragment of the Taishan Stone Guardian, obtained from Da Ao City and left by Xu Fu, toward the core point of the spatial fluctuation.

Buzz!

The Stone Guardian fragment abruptly halted in mid-air.

Like a glowing hot iron plunged into snow, the surrounding air whipped into a frenzy.

"Crack——!"

A brittle sound, as if space itself was shattering, exploded in the consciousness of Li Yan’s soul body and Xuanyinzi’s Yin God!

Rumble——!

The entire High Heaven trembled violently.

The lead-grey sky cracked open into a massive fissure, revealing a deeper, chaotic dark space behind it, the Skeleton Mountains collapsed, and the dead spirit forest fell in swathes...

The spiritual bodies that originally drifted mindlessly seemed injected with a rabid catalyst, instantly emitting sharp screeches, their forms growing terrifyingly distorted, frantically tearing and devouring each other, or chaotically rushing in all directions!

Simultaneously, outside, in the Capital City and its surroundings!

The destruction of the three nails triggered a chain reaction, releasing the resentful energy of the Capital City that had been accumulated for millennia and suppressed under numerous seals; it erupted like a volcano at its limit!

The Capital City became a human realm of evil spirits in an instant.

Countless translucent resentful spirits in various forms surged up like tides from the ground, ancient wells, and abandoned houses.

They either wore courtiers’ lavish attire yet had decayed faces, danced twisted dances of elegant music; or draped in tattered hemp garments, emitted intermittent wails; or, as the fallen warrior spirits from battlefields, dragged broken armor and weapons, aimlessly wandering the streets, emitting screeching sounds of metal friction...

Discarded old objects awakened in the dense resentful energy.

The tattered oil-paper umbrella opened and closed spinning by itself in the air (Tang Umbrella Monk); the gigantic grinding plate burned with cyan ghost fire, rumbling as it rolled down the street (Wheel Path); abandoned armor clattered as it assembled itself, the hollow helmet lighting up with two ghostly flames (prototype of Yin Mo Luo Ghost).

Even some broken bowls and old wooden clogs gave off an eerie creak...

The moat, ditches, and wells turned pitch-black like ink. In the black fog, the River Monster’s webbed, pale hands waved...

The true, terrifying "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" had descended!

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