The Blade-Wielding Legend

"Once close, they can instantly strip a person clean from the inside out, leaving only an empty shell. Silent and swift like phantoms."

"Skin Peeler?!"

Sha Lifei gripped his firearm tightly, his eyes vigilantly scanning the depths of the dense fog, "Ghost from the Raksha? How did they get involved with the dealings of Goryeo and Japan?"

"Strange!" Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard, staring in the direction of the human skin on the ground and the eerie statue, "The camp’s defense layout, aside from the Magic Artifact Array of Mystical Sect, also aligns with ancient fortress regulations, both Life Gate and Death Gate have significance, with objects to ward off evil."

"Ordinary demons and evils cannot possibly infiltrate the core area so easily, nor harm people on such a large scale! Unless..."

Before he could finish, an indescribable chill descended abruptly as if freezing the Divine Soul!

Woooo——!

The cold wind, without warning, became ferocious, whipping up the snow on the ground like thousands of steel needles lashing at their faces.

The once grayish-yellow dense fog rapidly deepened, thickening, almost turning into an impenetrable lead-gray curtain.

As snow and wind intertwined, the temperature dropped sharply within a few breaths, turning exhaled air into ice.

Throughout the camp, the fires lit in braziers dimmed to mere bean-sized flickers, flickering uncertainly in the gusts and threatening to extinguish.

"Be careful!" Li Yan shouted, immediately drawing the Duan Chen Blade in alert.

Wang Daoxuan quickly slapped several Evil Exorcism Talismans on the torches, their flames instantly becoming intensely bright.

But this was only the beginning.

The solid, leaden-gray fog began to showcase heart-stopping apparitions.

Not physical, yet more terrifyingly seared in everyone’s perception:

Northeast direction, outside the camp wall.

The ground groaned and cracked under an invisible pressure.

Huge, chicken claw-shaped ice-blue marks, accompanied by a dull "thud! thud!" sound, imprinted on the frozen earth.

Every "thud" seemed to stomp on people’s hearts.

Wherever the claw marks passed, the surface was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice, shimmering with a ghostly blue light.

A grey-blue chill mist, carrying Yin Sha that corroded Divine Souls, surged from the source of the claw marks, silently flooding over the camp walls!

The wooden fences in contact with the chill mist creaked under strain, instantly frosted, becoming fragile beyond measure.

A few soldiers nearby visibly stiffened and slowed, their eyes began to lose focus, and mysterious blue ice crystals congealed on their skin.

Within breaths, they became ice corpses.

Southwest, near the Central Army’s gate area.

Piercing, filled with malice and madness, whispers stabbed directly into all soldiers’ minds.

This voice didn’t come from any direction; it resounded directly in their hearts:

"Hate! Hate! Why born a king yet denied the throne?"

"Plebeians! All plebeians! Kill! Kill them all! Take it back! Snatch back everything belonging to me!"

This madness spread like a plague.

Some soldiers’ eyes instantly turned crimson, breathing heavily, veins bulging on their hands wielding weapons.

They looked on their longtime companions, filled with inexplicable suspicion, jealousy, and violence.

"Why did he get promoted to Squad Leader?"

"Did he just glare at me?"

"He’s trying to steal my glory!"...

Small frictions escalated instantly under the influence of resentment.

Two originally tight circular formations erupted in sudden, fierce clashes!

Weapons clashed, shouts and screams shattered the brief order.

The officers’ rebukes were drowned in chaos.

This intangible resentment could shatter military morale more than blades!

South, near the Supply Camp and water source.

An indescribable mix of sweet decay and rot filled the air.

In the mist, countless twisted, suffering, bleeding from seven orifices humanoid shadows faintly appeared.

The snow on the ground melted oddly, seeping not water but sticky fluid like decayed blood.

This "rotten blood" quickly polluted several nearby water sources, billowing forth dark red miasma.

A few soldiers guarding the water source accidentally inhaled some miasma, coughing violently.

Black viscous blood began to seep from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth!

These soldiers choked themselves painfully, bodies convulsed uncontrollably, eyes quickly turned murky, dazed, skin writhing as if something underneath, collapsing, unknown alive or dead.

"It’s the Plague God of Goryeo!"

Wang Daoxuan’s voice tightened, quickly judging the location, "They are not a single God but a ghost god group in Goryeo witchcraft controlling plague and disease, born from disease and resentment. Folk have specific ’plague expulsion’ rituals, requiring witch chants, talismans, and sacrifices..."

"As for the other two, probably Baba Yaga and the Japanese Evil Gods."

The Daoist rapidly conducted the introduction; before arriving in Goryeo, he had read ample relevant intelligence.

He spoke while pointing to the left, "Directly south is the source of plague miasma! Polluting water and living people!"

Bang! Crack!

Just as the three Evil God forces manifested like calamities, fiercely assaulting the camp simultaneously, the ground near the Supply Camp suddenly collapsed!

A gigantic, foul-smelling Earth Vein fissure abruptly opened!

From deep within the fissure came the hair-raising cries of bestial roars and the crunch of bones.

"Roar——!"

Accompanied by deafening roars, countless twisted creatures swarmed from the fissure!

This is entirely different from the previous scenes.

Unlike those Evil Gods, regardless of strength, they couldn’t materialize.

Because human world laws couldn’t be breached, flesh would eventually decay, hence they existed as Spiritual Bodies, parasitic on powerful Magic Artifacts or afflicting humans.

What everyone saw before was merely the abundance of yin energy making Spiritual Bodies visible.

But now, these were fully corporeal monsters.

Their forms vaguely resembled wolves, boars, bears, but they swelled nearly twice in size, muscles bulging grotesquely, stripped of most fur, revealing dark red deteriorating flesh and exposed white bones.

Their eyes burned with murderous red light, corrosive drool dripping from their mouths.

Their targets were frighteningly clear—those mountains of supply and food!

The camp had disciples from the Five Immortals Hall, sensing the presence, their faces changed drastically: "It’s that traitor!"

Leading them was the rebel Great Elder Hu Li from the Five Immortals Hall!

His current appearance was completely inhuman.

Half of his face covered with green-black scales, a twisted horn grew from his forehead, hands transformed into claws covered with black fur.

He stood atop a mountainous, Bone Spike-ridden giant bear Ghost Soldier, letting out a sharp, ear-piercing screech:

"Destroy the supplies! Cut off their roots!"

The Dark Five Immortals’ Beastified Ghost Soldiers finally launched their long-planned deadly attack from the Earth Vein fissure during the chaos!

The previous mischief by Evil Gods was all to cover them.

Almost at the moment Beastified Ghost Soldiers charged, amidst cover of snow and fog, dozens of ghostly shadows appeared silently.

Their speed rapidly brought them to the camp’s edge.

These were elite Japanese ninjas, donned in camouflage matching the snow and wind, moving swiftly like lightning, landing silently.

In their hands, poison-coated short blades glinted with ghostly blue light in the dim light.

Their mission was clear and deadly.

—Targeting those responsible for commanding, maintaining formation, the grassroots officers, and exposed Mystical Sect Cultivators!

Slash! Slash!

The soft sounds of blades slicing flesh, severing throats were faint and near imperceptible between the howling wind and chaotic battle cries.

One figure after another slumped within the fog’s concealment, blood rapidly spreading a small dark red in the cold snow...

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