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Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Thousands of skeleton soldiers ran faster and faster. Their bones rubbed each other in weird, high-pitched noises, which congregated into a creepy ocean.
There were also altars and siege towers made of white bones that were more than ten meters tall. They were also slowly moving toward the city walls under the escort of the skeleton soldiers.
Following the skeleton soldiers were the highly-rotten, hideous-looking walking corpses. One look at them was enough to make one have nightmares for three days and three nights.
The bronze corpses, silver corpses, and gold corpses that had been specially refined were still guarding the palace of bones deep inside the army of ghouls, observing the subtle changes in the battle coldly.
When the Ocean Suppressing Array was fully functioning, the entire East Peace County was shivering slightly.
The blue electric arcs that were spurting out tore the remaining souls, skeletons, and walking corpses into shreds one after another.
However, the destruction of the remaining souls greatly interfered with the functioning of the Ocean Suppressing Array, too.
As more and more pieces of the remaining souls drifted in the air, the ripples on the array became more and more intense, and the color of the array dimmed. Gradually, it became thinner and more transparent.
More and more remaining souls, skeletons, and walking corpses broke into the defense array.
In many places, the Ocean Suppressing Array was even entangled with the mist of white lotuses released by the army of ghouls. They clashed, swallowed, and melted each other, leaving holes that did not disperse for a long time.
The enormous bone siege machines of the army of ghouls passed through the holes and marched toward East Peace County inch by inch.
"Today is the day to slay the evils."
"Your whole family is in the city. Do you want them to end up like the ones below the city?"
"Let's go! Let's go! The Jade Jade Pavilion, the East River Guild, the Ocean Sand Sect, and the other twelve sects have jointly issued a reward. Those who are brave enough to fight will be recruited into the sects as outer disciples. The former outer disciples can also be promoted to inner disciples. Inner disciples will be rewarded with Cultivation arts, magical equipment, and crystals according to their contributions."
Since ancient times, none of the defenders of a city had ever crouched on top of a tower stupidly to be attacked. In that case, even the most solid city would not be able to survive three days.
We must select the elite soldiers in the city to take the initiative to attack, destroy the enemy's siege weapons, and weaken the enemy's morale.
Before the army of ghosts attacked, Eastcalm City's main city gate slowly opened. The imperial court's elite cavalry swept out like a black iron tornado, followed by the low-level disciples of the various sects.
As for the high-level cultivators, they naturally turned into streaks of light and flew towards the Yin Souls that filled the sky.
The elite soldiers of the court had been through hundreds of battles. They had an inviolable, bloody aura. When the aura of the elite soldiers was gathered together and enhanced by the Cultivators, clusters of red mist that seemed to be real were formed.
Wherever the mist spread to, the army of ghouls would squeak as if they had touched magma, with white smoke popping up. The more severe ones were obliterated into nothingness, and the less severe ones were half melted into twisted waves after being melted.
It was needless to mention the Cultivators. Dazzling brilliance in various colors was beaming out of their sabers, spears, swords, and halberds, piercing into the heart of the army of ghouls like sharp swords. Almost no army of ghouls was a match for them.
Huala! Huala! Huala!
The army crushed the few bone altars and siege towers that had broken into the Ocean Suppressing Array very soon.
Once the bone altars collapsed, the mist of white lotuses that covered the army of ghosts immediately dispersed. Without the protection of the mist of white lotuses, a lot of newly-deceased souls could not maintain their spiritual bodies anymore and collapsed, obliterated, and dispersed on the spot. Even the seasoned ghosts were somewhat uneasy and hesitant to move forward, as if they had lost the most solid armor.
At first glance, the army of ghosts seemed to be crumbling at the first touch. They were no match for the Cultivators and the court's army at all.
However, if one were to observe more carefully, they would discover that, as time went by, more and more soldiers of the army of ghosts were 'killed' miserably by the Cultivators' magical equipment. A lot of the magical equipment had been corroded into lackluster colors and tied up by gray or black air currents that looked like snakes.
The Cultivators, who seemed to be on a killing spree unstoppably, were blackening, their eyes lackluster, and their movements more and more sluggish. Weird expressions that even they themselves did not notice were popping up on their faces.
Even though he was standing on the flying boat, Li Yao could sense that the battlefield down below was like a pot of boiling venom where fatal gas was popping up nonstop.
As long as they were in the battlefield, no matter how high their Cultivation was, how firm their belief was, or how powerful their magical equipment was, they would inevitably be affected, corrupted, and corrupted by the remaining souls. Even if they won the battle, it would be a gory victory where they suffered heavy casualties.
It was the dreadfulness of the army of ghosts and the reason why most Cultivators were unwilling to have a head-on clash with the army of ghosts unless it was absolutely necessary.
Suddenly …
A local Cultivator of a southeastern sect, who was leading the charge, had just slashed more than ten skeleton soldiers into pieces with an intimidating nine-ringed saber and blown dozens of remaining souls into smithereens with a thunderous palm strike. But his eyes suddenly bulged, and his face was gloomy. Interconnected black stripes popped up on his face, making him look like an enormous spider that was crouching on his face. He threw his saber aside and grabbed his own neck, writhing on the ground and screaming miserably.
As it turned out, one or more seasoned ghosts had crawled into his brain when he was unprepared and launched fatal soul attacks on him.
The collapse of the southeastern Cultivator was like a signal. Haunted by more and more seasoned ghosts, more and more Cultivators were waving their hands, foaming at the mouth, and losing their minds for no good reason.
Some of them would spurt out intense black gas from their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears after struggling in pain for a moment. The black gas was mixed with squeaking noises, which were the old ghosts that had been driven out of their brains for a long time. They had failed to possess their bodies and were greatly weakened. Sometimes, they would be torn into pieces by the overwhelming killing intent even before they finished the job.
But some of the low-level Cultivators whose souls were relatively weak, or who had just been wounded, would completely turn into lifeless puppets surrounded by black gas, whose veins were bulging, and whose eyes were protruding. They simply picked up their sabers and swords and charged at their comrades without uttering a sound.
Some of them had been successfully possessed by the seasoned ghosts, and some of them had their hearing, vision, and olfactory jammed by the ghosts, making them mistakenly believe that their comrades next to them were the stinky zombies. Therefore, they waved their sabers and swords and roared at their comrades.
The previously unstoppable Cultivators and the troops of the court were immediately thrown into chaos.
The elites of the army of ghouls, including the bronze zombies, silver zombies, and gold zombies that had been modified with special microbes, and the super skeleton soldiers that were made of the bones of all kinds of apocalyptic beasts and carved with evil runes, finally took action.
The combat ability of the elites was at least equal to that of the high level of the Refinement Stage or even the Building Foundation Stage Cultivators. Their movements were extremely fast, without the rigidity, slowness, and rigidity of the common zombies and skeletons. They reached East Peace City in the blink of an eye.
The few high-level Cultivators in East Peace City marched out in full strength, too, and fought the army of ghouls, putting on the highlight of the battle between the living and the dead.
"Now is the time."
In the sky, noticing that the battle formation of the army of ghouls was loosening, a flying boat slowly left the battlefield and took a detour from the right side of the battlefield to the rear of the enemy.
Before the enemy noticed it, five streaks of brightness had already jumped out of the boat and darted at the palace of bones at the center of the army of ghouls like five shooting stars.
"Mother White Lotus must be inside the palace of bones. As long as she is slain, the riot of ghouls will be put to rest.
"Fellow Cultivators, please be careful. Do not get entangled with the ghouls around. If you are corrupted by thousands of ghouls, your spiritual energy will not function well for a moment. It will be very easy for you to be besieged by the army. Even if you manage to escape, a lot of your Cultivation will be lost.
"Mother White Lotus is unpredictable and does not have a fixed body. It is very difficult to capture and execute her. You must be careful, everybody."
The five streaks of brightness were, naturally, Li Yao, Yan Liren, Qi Zhongdao, Ba Xiaoyu, and Master Bitter Cicada, the five super Yuanying. uu3;
Only the five of them were capable of slaying Mother White Lotus when she was surrounded by thousands of ghouls.
However, Qi Zhongdao, who was determined to kill Mother White Lotus, naturally did not know that Li Yao had other plans. He was planning to let Mother White Lotus go so that he could track her down and find her nest.
The war between the living and the dead was a pure tragedy. Naturally, the living had the right to survive, but was the revenge of the dead completely unreasonable?
Even if Mother White Lotus could be completely suppressed today, as long as the world was still an impenetrable wine vat, it would not be long before countless wronged ghouls showed up. Among the ghouls, new 'Mother Red Lotus', 'Mother Black Lotus', and 'Mother Green Lotus' would be born.
Li Yao secretly made up his mind that he would break the wine vat in his own way and end the never-ending tragedy.
The five streaks of brightness rushed into the army of ghouls in the blink of an eye and were immediately surrounded by the ubiquitous mist of white lotuses.
Li Yao sensed clearly what the so-called interference of ghouls was all about.
It was as if countless memory fragments had pierced through his brain, causing him to feel countless fragments of his life.
In a trance, he seemed to be a disaster victim who was struggling in a torrent and watching his home being swallowed by the flood.
In the next second, he became a patient who had been burned by a febrile typhoon and was lying on the roadside without anybody to care for him. He slowly died in the excruciating pain that felt like thousands of ants biting his bones.
In the third second, he turned into a starving disaster victim whose stomach was full of weeds and tree barks. He could only watch the splendid gate of the Cultivation sect collapse on the ground.
Flood, fire, scorching sun, ferocious beasts …
Too many gory pictures were flashing before his eyes.
Moans, screams, begging, cursing, and fighting …
Countless voices were echoing in his ears, too.
Pain, luck, hope, desperation, hatred …
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