The entire Shengjing Street had become as noisy as a normal morning market, only with even more people.
On the outermost fringe were Ren Yin, Zhang Henshui, and the battle groups brought by Yang Xiaodong and Zhao Qingfeng. However, unable to break through to the encirclement located in the barren mountain region, they could only try to break through from the periphery.
Further inside were the ink soldiers of King Taishan, who had surrounded the troops of Yang Xiaodong, Zhao Qingfeng, and Xiong Huimin, and were attempting to annihilate them.
Even further inside were King Taishan and Mo Fei, Xin Lei and Mo Chuan.
The frontline command post.
Yang Xiaodong looked at the steadily retreating soldiers from the front, his small head filled with great confusion.
His own soldiers: expertly armed, well-trained, disciplined, strong, each possessing a powerful ideological weapon and an unconquerable spirit.
The enemy soldiers: cold weapons, no commanders, only using outdated battle formations from thousands of years ago, basically scattering at the slightest contact, breaking with a poke, each one a creation of supernatural abilities, fundamentally incapable of thinking.
Yet, our advancing troops were retreating, shrinking their defensive lines.
Were the enemy soldiers appearing endlessly? Inexhaustible?
Impossible, if they had such divine artifacts, why wouldn't they attack cities?
But now, the problem was right before Yang Xiaodong's eyes.
No one in the command post dared to speak, leaving only the sound of Yang Xiaodong tapping his fingers on the table.
Because not long ago, Xiong Huimin had sent someone back from the front lines with news that shocked everyone – they were completely surrounded.
On the other side, Zhao Qingfeng, on the front lines, deflected several flying arrows with a flick of his bright silver spear.
Just moments ago, the defensive line here had been breached by these ink soldiers, and Zhao Qingfeng and Xiong Huimin, with no one else to spare, could only personally go into battle to block the only path to the command post.
A large pool of ink had already accumulated beneath Zhao Qingfeng's feet, turning the soil into mud. Beside him, Xiong Huimin had transformed into a half-bear state, sending ink battle chariots flying.
But no matter how Zhao Qingfeng and Xiong Huimin charged and tried to break through left and right, the surrounding ink soldiers were like leeks in spring, one wave cut down, and another would appear.
What defeated them was not these ink soldiers, but endurance, supplies, and communication ability.
So many people, yet they hadn't brought enough supplies, nor did they have specialized ability users to deal with such specialized communication blackouts.
These few hundred people were essentially moving on foot and communicating by shouting. How could they possibly break through?
The opponents were made of ink and didn't need rest, but we were made of flesh, and we couldn't!
Suddenly, a crisp whistle sound reached the ears of all the surrounding soldiers.
This was... the assembly whistle!
...
Six streams of light ignored Mo Fei's phasing and entered her body.
In an instant, Mo Fei felt as if her soul was being torn apart; her head throbbed as if it would split open. At the same time, she lost her sight, hearing, smell, touch, and taste.
The pain left her no room to think, and the loss of senses prevented her from observing her surroundings.
King Taishan slowly put away his "Heart Sutra" and muttered to himself, "I'm getting old... it's already this difficult to deal with a sixth-tier brat..." With that, he raised his hand and said, "Rites, Music, Conquest."
Several more blood-colored spears appeared in the air and then attacked Mo Fei.
King Taishan, who was about to witness Mo Fei's tragic death, suddenly frowned, then his body trembled as he turned his head and looked behind him in disbelief.
Not far away, Xin Lei, holding his thunder battle axe, was charging towards King Taishan again.
"This... this is impossible... he endured a strike from the Xuanyuan Sword, how can he..."
King Taishan, watching the thunder battle axe getting closer, couldn't afford to be surprised anymore. He immediately turned his spearhead and attacked Xin Lei.
"King Taishan... no, Jiang Yihua, you deserve to die!!!"
For some reason, Xin Lei's lightning was no longer the domineering and pure silver it had been, but a purple hue carrying ferocity and evil energy. At the tips of the arcs, there were even wisps of blood.
In King Taishan's eyes, Xin Lei now resembled a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell, and the scar on his chest further added to the ferocity of Xin Lei's contorted expression.
The moment the blood-colored spear touched the battle axe, it was incinerated by the scorching spiritual energy.
King Taishan's face darkened, as he could no longer use the Xuanyuan Sword, and his remaining methods would likely be insufficient to stop Xin Lei. Thus, he narrowed his eyes, casually clapped his hand, and a ball of smoke enveloped him. Then, with a surge of spiritual energy, he intended to escape.
After all, leaving "Carriage March" and "Crossing the Sea Under Camouflage" here would definitely delay him for a while!
You're lucky, Xin Lei! If I hadn't wasted some spiritual energy controlling the puppets, I would have turned you into a dried corpse! You just wait! httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
King Taishan's formation flashed beneath his feet. Just as it was about to take effect, he suddenly heard a strange chant.
The song was mournful and pitiful, exceptionally eerie and tragic.
But... why was there singing...
A pillar of faint green light rose from above King Taishan's head, and after a few seconds, it exploded with the sound of the chant.
Buzz—
Intense spiritual energy exploded in King Taishan's soul and mind. The severe pain caused King Taishan to bleed from all seven orifices, making it impossible for him to continue channeling spiritual energy into the formation. The interruption of the formation also caused King Taishan to suffer severe backlash, and his aura instantly weakened.
"What... what is this..." King Taishan lay on the ground weakly, trying to stand up, but due to the buzzing in his head and his soft limbs, he could not succeed.
"Boom—" Xin Lei's battle axe arrived in an instant, striking directly onto King Taishan's frail body.
Amidst white smoke, screams, and the smell of charring, Xin Lei stood up from the ground, looking at the scorched corpse on the ground and the dozens of bamboo slips floating in the air, long or short.
...
After being attacked by the Heart Sutra, which specifically countered demons, Mo Fei eventually lost consciousness and collapsed, revealing her true form.
After the loud noise in the distance, a barely perceptible black light flashed and merged into Mo Fei's brow.
A moment later, Mo Fei's spiritual energy surged autonomously, demonic energy surged again, and a short figure emerged from within.
"Damn it... who was the last person to strike!!" King Taishan floated in mid-air like a ghost, saying with great indignation, "If I hadn't asked the Wheel-Turning King for a corpse-disentanglement talisman, I would have likely died here again..."
Seeing that the sun was about to rise, he immediately turned and approached Mo Fei. With a slight movement of his fingers, he drew a character in the void and sent it into Mo Fei.
"Hehehe... Mo Chuan, I've left you a big surprise..." With that, King Taishan flickered and turned into a stream of light, flying north.