Inside the cave, the eerie phosphorus fire flickered uncertainly in the foul air.
The Wudang Five Dragon Sons had just used the "Three Mountains Suppressing Demon Talisman" gifted by Yu Chanzi to tightly suppress the two evil artifacts exuding demon energy—Blood-stained Stone Tablet Fragments and Resentful Soul Wood Carving.
Each of them was pale, with blood seeping from the corners of their mouths, having long reached their limits.
Fortunately, the Plague God had already been killed by Li Yan, otherwise they wouldn’t have had enough power to suppress the evil artifacts.
Gu Linzi was about to examine the situation deep within the black mist where Li Yan had charged when suddenly, the thick ink-like mist, filled with bone-chilling cold and mental shrieks, shrank inward without warning!
"Careful...!" Gu Xuzi warned in a low voice.
It was as if an invisible giant mouth had swallowed everything in an instant.
The heart-stopping black mist, along with its terrifying pressure, disappeared without a trace.
Only Li Yan’s curled-up body remained, lying on a ground of rubble and thick filth, his face pale as gold paper, breathing weakly, with the dark Hook Paper in his hand trembling slightly against the ground.
"Daoist Li!" Gu Linzi summoned the remaining True Qi and rushed forward to investigate.
Under his fingers, Li Yan’s pulse was chaotic and weak, indicating severe damage to his foundation...
...
Meanwhile, on the battlefield outside White Tiger Gully.
Under the lead-gray sky, the bone-chilling snow mist that had previously covered several miles, obscuring vision and freezing soldiers to death, suddenly surged as if its bones were extracted!
Within the snow mist, the ferocious and violent Blood Shadow Great Heavenly Dog, transformed from Emperor Chongde’s resentful spirit, was roaring as it tore at the Protective Golden Light of a disciple from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, its claws bringing a nauseating rancid draft.
Suddenly, its huge apparition froze abruptly and let out a half-human-like, piercing shriek, as if being brutally struck at its core by an invisible giant hammer.
The resentful aura and blood light forming its body twisted and boiled fiercely.
Then, like ice and snow under a scorching sun, it melted away and disintegrated rapidly with a sizzle!
"Oww—!"
The wailing did not come from a single place.
Across the battlefield, the thick snow mist lost its sinister power support, and started to visibly thin. The fierce mountain wind howled into the battlefield, sweeping away the last remnants of gray and white mist.
The view suddenly widened!
"The evil mist has dissipated!!" In the Great Xuan Army Formation at the front, a Hundred Households was the first to shout hysterically, his voice trembling with survival after disaster.
"Heaven bless Great Xuan! Artillery—fire!!"
On the high slope at the rear, Marshal Pingwei, who had been watching the battle closely, abruptly swung down the Order Flag in his hand.
The ten cannons, long calibrated, with white steam rising from their muzzles, roared simultaneously!
The deafening roar tore through the brief silence, as orange-red tongues of flame spewed out, deadly lead bullets and iron sand poured down like a sudden storm, mercilessly striking the ghost soldiers and Japanese samurai exposed and thrown into chaos by the collapse of the Evil God’s power.
Without the snow mist’s cover and the oppressive threat of the Blood Shadow Great Heavenly Dog, the tens of thousands of Japan Ghost Soldiers, born from human flesh and evil techniques with ferocious faces, were now as fragile as rotten wood in the face of the scorching metallic storm.
Where the shells fell, severed limbs and bodies mixed with black-purple blood and ice crystals splattered everywhere.
Patches of ghost soldiers, amidst thunderous explosions, fell wailing, and their formation instantly crumbled.
"Kill—!"
The long-suppressed Liaodong Iron Cavalry and cultivators from various factions, seeing this scene, erupted in a resounding shout, like floodwaters breaking through a dam, launching a counter-charge against the crumbling ghost soldiers under the cover of cannon fire.
The light of sword and shadow, talismanic thunder fire, instantly overwhelmed the remaining enemies.
At the edge of the battlefield, behind a rock partially hidden by wind and snow, Zhao Changsheng, clad in a jade-colored Daoist robe, his handsome yet sinister face, coldly watched the sudden reversal of fortune on the battlefield.
Pfft!
Beside him, the Yin Master, who was casting spells, suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
In his gaze, the paperman inscribed with Yu Longzi abruptly danced and transformed into ashes amid the flames.
"Impossible!"
The Yin Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face dark, "My ’Seven Sins Life and Death Book’ is an Ancient Times secret spell, how could it be broken? There must be experts on the opposing side!"
Saying this, he stole a glance at Zhao Changsheng.
He didn’t know if there were experts, but he had to say it, otherwise he’d appear incompetent.
Zhao Changsheng naturally saw through his thoughts, but didn’t expose them.
He played with a Jade Pendant in his hand, his long narrow eyes narrowed, a flicker of cold light quickly fading, then his mouth curled into a cold and playful smile, "You are right, let’s leave first."
"Leave?"
The Yin Master looked at the Great Xuan forces gathering below, "What a pity."
Zhao Changsheng’s expression remained calm, "There’s nothing to pity, our goal was to delay time from the start."
Upon hearing this, the Yin Master’s heart chilled.
He glanced below, remembering the three Evil Gods he himself wouldn’t dare provoke, yet Zhao Changsheng regarded them as mere pawns, discarding them after use.
Would he end up the same way?
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but become vigilant, his face showing no expression.
Zhao Changsheng looked into the distance, "Let’s go; it’s time."
With that, his figure silently blended into the wind and snow, as if he had never appeared.
......
The intense pain didn’t come from body and bone, but from a tearing sensation deep within consciousness.
Li Yan was immersed in a flood of colorful fragments.
No longer "seeing," but "becoming."
He "was" a giant python.
Cold, immense, scales rasping against damp rocks and decay, carrying a weight from Barbaric times. Blood coursed through the ancient carcass, hungrier and more savage than any other snake.
The initial sensation was a wave of steaming heat.
This was an island suspended amidst blue waves, far from an Immortal Realm.
Jagged black reefs interlocked, the roots of towering ancient trees twisted like dragons, vines hung like giant pythons, and the air was thick with the salty stench and the smell of decaying vegetation.
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