The Blade-Wielding Legend

This name has become almost mythical in the eyes of ordinary soldiers.

"Li... Young Hero Li?" Chen Qianhu clasped his fists, "I apologize for my rudeness. May I ask for the details on why you’re stopping our army?"

Li Yan felt slightly relieved and quickly described how his group discovered anomalies at the Kuerka Guard Station, Wang Daoxuan’s unsuccessful Qi observation, and Lv San’s hawk spotting a mixed ambush of Rakshasa and Japanese forces behind the mountain.

"So that’s how it is!"

Qingyuan suddenly understood and then his face changed dramatically, "We were sent by Xuan Sacrificial Officer Pei Chief’s orders to set up formations here!"

"Formations?" Li Yan’s heart moved.

"Exactly!"

Qingyuan also sped up his speech, "The intelligence from Young Hero Li stirring the winds in Japan is critically important."

"Many Daoists from the Mystical Sect came to support and found that the Jianmu Demon Zhao Changsheng set up the ’Grinding Plate’ Great Array on the Korean battlefield, reversing the Yin Yang Astral Bane, already turning that piece of land into a gloomy evil spirits’ realm!"

"If the court’s elite forces recklessly delve deep, they’ll suffer heavy losses, draining national fortune! Several of us discussed and decided that only by leveraging the power of the Divine Land’s three Dragon Veins and setting up the ’Three Talents Soul Suppressing Nails’ Great Array at three key nodes on the Korean periphery can we suppress its Yin Yang reversal and open the way for the army’s breakthrough!"

"The area near the Nuerhan Governorate Kuerka Guard Station is precisely one of those nodes, corresponding to the ’Human’ position!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yan’s heart sank, followed by a surge of coldness.

He urged, "Daoist, if that’s the case, this might well be Zhao Changsheng’s series of poison plans! He must have foreseen you’d use the Dragon Vein’s power for counteraction, so he set up an ambush here!"

"The evil spirits at the station and the ambush forces behind the mountain are all traps prepared for this! Even... there might be more hidden hands!"

Qingyuan and Chen Qianhu’s faces instantly turned extremely grim.

Step by step, it’s all about death!

Zhao Changsheng’s understanding of Divine Land’s Mystical Sect tactics is downright astonishing.

"Damn it!"

Chen Qianhu cursed in a low voice, the veins on his forehead bulging, and without any hesitation, he roared at a personal soldier nearby: "Hai Dongqing! Highest level! Relay to the Xuan Sacrificial Officer Pei Chief and the other two formation points: Nuerhan node exposed, suspect it as a trap!"

"Pause actions! Search for moles and hidden hands! Quickly!"

A magnificent white Hai Dongqing soared swiftly from the soldier’s arm, its sharp screech piercing the sky, transforming into a white streak, darting toward the southern sky.

"Young Hero, what should we do now?"

Qingyuan looked at Li Yan, eyes heavy.

Though the army is elite, falling into a preset trap, facing multiple enemies along with the station’s evil spirits, is extremely perilous.

Li Yan gazed at the silent guard station a kilometer away in the snowstorm, then glanced at the sprawling shadow of the snowy mountain behind, eyes sharp as a blade: "The ambush is right behind the mountain, and the station’s evil spirits must’ve sensed our arrival. Rather than waiting for them to strike, why not... turn their scheme against them?"

"Daoist, Chen Qianhu, here’s what we’ll do..."

...

Meanwhile, in the wind-shaded spot of the snow-covered mountain pass. A mixed force of three thousand Rakshasa strongmen and Japanese ninjas and samurais lie quietly in ambush, like hibernating venomous snakes.

They wear thick white camouflage, nearly blending into the snowy ground.

The leading Rakshasa officer is particularly burly, wrapped in a bear-skin cloak, a vicious scar across his face, gazing anxiously through a monocular at the distant, halted Great Xuan Army.

"Lord Bavier, they’ve stopped! Just a kilometer outside the station!" A voice with a Japanese accent sounded.

The leader of the coalition’s Japanese forces, a middle-aged man in deep purple ninja attire with a vicious eye.

"Neither advancing nor sending scouts to the station... What have they discovered?"

The Rakshasa officer, referred to as Bavier, put down the monocular, his bushy eyebrows knotted, the scar on his face more terrifying as his muscles twitched, "Damn it! Has the information been leaked?"

"Impossible!" the Japanese ninja leader shook his head, but his tone carried doubt, "Our spies and Shikigami haven’t sent any warnings."

"Unless... they have experts with perception far superior to ours."

Time passed slowly in the cold wait.

The wind and snow grew fiercer, stinging faces.

Every moment of waiting tightened the nerves of the ambushers.

The station lied ahead, the prey lingered at the trap’s edge, an abnormal pause that unnerved more than a direct charge.

"We can’t wait any longer!"

Bavier slammed a powerful fist into the frozen ground beside him, scattering a spray of snow, "Night breeds evil dreams! Lord Strigoi in the station has grown impatient!"

"We outnumber them, and with Lord Strigoi’s divine power aiding us, why should we fear these two thousand men? Attack!"

A trace of bloodthirsty fierceness flashed in his eyes as he suddenly drew the curved blade from his waist, its edge glinting coldly in the snowy light.

"Iya—ha!"

The leader of the Japanese ninjas also issued a brief command.

Woo—!

A deep horn sound suddenly pierced through the wind and snow!

Rumbling!

The previously dead silent snow mountain seemed to come alive instantly!

Snow collapsed, dry branches snapped, countless white figures charged out from the mountain hollow like an avalanche!

Rakshasa brutes wielded heavy war axes and curved blades, roaring like beasts as they rushed down through the deep snow, their heavy footsteps trembling the ground slightly.

The Japanese Samurai and ninjas moved like phantoms, their figures appearing and disappearing swiftly on the snowy slope, their sharp Tachis and poisoned hidden weapons flickering with deadly glints in the wind and snow.

Three thousand ambushers, like two flood currents, one bright, one dark, carrying a chilling killing intent, swept fiercely towards the flanks and rear of the halted Great Xuan Army Formation!

Almost simultaneously, a drastic change occurred a kilometer away at the silent Kuerka Guard Station!

Atop the watchtower, those "sentinels" wrapped in fur coats and holding long spears suddenly convulsed violently.

From their hollow eye sockets, nostrils, ears, mouths... from their seven orifices, thick, dark red almost black blood gushed out.

This blood did not drip down but instead flowed vigorously like living creatures, spreading rapidly along the earth wall to the snow-covered ground at the wall corner.

Chhhchchch...!

The instant the blood touched the white snow, it sizzled like a branding iron entering water, vaporizing into a foul-smelling and pungent blood-colored mist.

More blood surged out from within the guard station, like countless winding black-red poisonous snakes, crazily spreading and converging on the snow.

Centered around the guard station, it instantaneously sketched out a huge, intricate, and nefarious pattern covering hundreds of meters in radius.

Twisted runes like spasming blood vessels, with the center being a totem composed of countless pained human faces, seemingly silently wailing!

A massive, cold, and sinister aura blasted skyward, accompanied by a dense smell of blood!

This aura was filled with filth and ominousness, causing even the charging Rakshasa soldiers to instinctively falter, showing instinctive fear on their faces.

The entire guard station, along with the patch of snow-covered ground beneath it enveloped by the blood array, instantly transformed into a terrifying altar exuding death and freezing aura!

The trap had fully triggered!

On the snowfield, killing intent surged like tide!

...

"There is indeed a trap!"

The ominous aura became apparent, and now even ordinary people could sense it.

Old Daoist Qingyuanzi stroked his beard with a grave expression and said, "This demon is somewhat strange, hidden so deeply that we detect no trace of its aura."

Chen Qianhu frowned and said, "This brazen harm to our Divine Land garrison, Daoist, can you spot anything unusual, let me report to the court, we will surely destroy the mountain and temple, uprooting it!"

The old Daoist pondered, shaking his head, "Such a presence is not weaker than an Earth Immortal, and its aura is bizarre, likely a foreign Evil God."

"Not weaker than an Earth Immortal?"

Chen Qianhu felt a headache, "What should we do then?"

"Hahaha, don’t worry."

Old Daoist Qingyuanzi stroked his beard looking to the other side and said calmly, "If we were in the Outer Realm of barbarians, many of us would die or suffer injuries..."

"But here is the Divine Land, just prepare to kill the enemies!"

From the distant mountainside, Li Yan looked towards the watchtower below.

"Qing Jia! Above black sky, below black ground, black sky without light, black ground without door, Yin men dispatch soldiers, living men avoid, gather evil for evil’s retreat, gather spirits for spirits’ death, I invoke North Yin Fengdu, swiftly as the command!"

With the chanting of spells, the surrounding light turned dark, and Yin wind rose fiercely.

Back in the Divine Land, finally able to summon the Yin Department Soldiers once more...

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