These are the wild gods, demon spirits, and grudge aggregations swarming out of the Daluo Law Realm of Japan!
Although in the divine system of the Law Realm, they are just barbarian wild gods.
However, even the weakest come from the Daluo Law Realm.
The gap in level is irreparable.
Despair, like cold seawater, instantly spreads to the hearts of all soldiers.
Wang Daoxuan’s face turned pale, and his hand maintaining the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag trembled violently.
Even this Daluo Magical Artifact flickered unsteadily under the impact of the pressure from the wild gods.
The range was compressed to barely protect the core of the magic platform.
Marshal Gao Zhenxiong roared as he commanded the soldiers to form formations, but against these creatures beyond logic, the swords and shields seemed so fragile, and the firearms found it difficult to lock upon those elusive figures.
The Mystic Sect disciples were all injured, their inner True Qi almost exhausted.
Even standing was difficult, how could they resist the wave-like surge of the Evil God?
Li Yan kneeled on one knee at the edge of the scorched pit, having almost drained himself from that all-out strike earlier.
His Daluo Dharma Body was already filled with cracks.
He barely lifted his head to look at the increasingly clear silhouettes in the dense fog, his expression unpleasant.
The Daluo Dharma Body could still recover, but forceful usage would extinguish a soul fire.
Then, only the last life remains.
Escaping this encirclement is difficult, and he wouldn’t abandon his companions.
Is it over?
Exhausting all power to slay a Military God, only to attract a pack of fiercer hungry wolves...
At this critical moment, Li Yan’s heart tightened as he looked into the distance.
All the wild gods of Japan also froze simultaneously!
As if they had been constrained by invisible ropes, they collectively turned in the same direction.
The surging sea surface!
The swirling grey-red mist began to agitate and roll.
At the junction of sea and sky, a sudden change occurred!
The originally fog and dark clouds-enshrouded horizon was replaced by a deeper and more vast "dark cloud", ripping through the grey-red mist.
This was not a natural cloud layer, but...
A moving, tumbling "sea of clouds" with a murderous aura akin to golden armor and horses!
The "sea of clouds" moved swiftly, breaking through waves, rushing directly toward the shore!
Approaching closer, one could finally discern the scene within the "cloud":
Countless soldiers, draped in talisman armor and wielding light spears, marched in formation, their steps uniformly in sync, tread upon invisible stairs hidden in the swirling dark clouds.
These are the Great Teaching Soldiers of the Mystic Sect!
Whoosh!
Inside the dark clouds, five-colored rice showered down like torrential rain, transforming upon landing into the phantom Powerful Warriors wielding swords and shields.
These are the Five-Colored Rice Daoist Soldiers from Luofu Mountain!
The low drum beats sounded, the shadow of the Kui Skin Drum faintly visible amidst the clouds.
Each beat of the drum accompanied countless armored legions.
Though there were both humans and beasts, appearing bizarre.
They were the renowned and formidable Five Mad Warhorses.
Thousands of soldiers and horses! Covering the sky and the earth!
This is the accumulated foundation of various Dao Lineages from the Divine Land Mysterious Sect, nurtured in Cave Heaven Blessed Lands, famous mountains, and mighty rivers over countless ages!
This is the protector troops forged by generations of Taoists using blood talismans and incense wish power!
Now, under the grand ritual laid down through the communication of heaven and earth, with the Sui Lun True Monarch Statue as the core by Yu Chanzi, they cross the vast ocean, pouring out like a breached flood!
Their numbers are so vast, their momentum magnificent and murderous.
Upon their appearance, the grey-red mist formed by the evil power of the wild gods of Japan sizzled like snow meeting the scorching sun, violently rolling, collapsing, and scattering!
Within the mist, those ghostly wails and howls-like murmurings and screeches were instantly drowned in the coordinated footsteps of the soldiers, the deep shouts of the warriors, the thunderous war drums, and the clatter of the Ghost Messenger’s chains!
Yu Chanzi sat cross-legged beneath the Sui Lun True Monarch Statue, his apricot yellow Taoist robe moving without wind.
His eyes tightly closed, his complexion palely due to the enormous consumption, but the corners of his mouth slightly rose.
His hands forming seals, each change of seal technique seemed to command that vast army of the Mystic Sect.
Marshal Gao Zhenxiong and the remaining soldiers stared wide-eyed at this mythic scene.
Their tightly gripped weapons no longer trembled, despair in their eyes replaced by shock and a joy of survival from an impossible situation. Wang Daoxuan’s pressure eased immediately, taking the opportunity to urge the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag, with the Netherworld Barrier’s radiance stabilizing once more.
Even Li Yan, witnessing this scene, appeared utterly shocked.
Such intangible Divine Soul things can’t be seen by ordinary people.
Just like how he was nearly killed by a small Cold Altar Rampant Soldier at first.
Only in certain ominous places where Yin Sha Qi is dense can ordinary people see some shadows.
Moreover, the scene of this Divine Demon Battlefield had already gone beyond logic.
Li Yan looked towards the direction of Japan, a vague suspicion in his heart.
I estimate it has something to do with the Daluo Law Realm being torn apart.
Of course, this thought flashed by, leaving no time for detailed contemplation.
Between sea and sky, the "sea of clouds" formed by the soldiers of the Mystic Sect had already collided violently with the grey-red evil qi amassed by the wild gods of Japan!
It was not a mere collision, but rather a wrestle between two contrasting yet terrifying celestial forces.
In an instant, thunderous explosions erupted!
With each impact, scarlet Yin Thunder burst forth.
Like countless fierce blood serpents writhing madly between the grey-red mist and the dark soldier clouds, tearing, biting, exploding.
Yin Thunder struck the sea surface, raising murky giant waves;
It swept over the tidal flats, the charred sands instantly glazed, rising pungent green smoke.
Under this terrifying clash of heavenly powers, the first to bear the brunt were those relatively weak wild gods.
They either transformed from rural spirit monsters or gathered from minor beliefs, their level low, their foundation shallow.
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