Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Li Hui Attacks the Mountain

A strange sound echoed from afar, causing Li Hui’s heart to tighten suddenly.

Before he could react, the massive ghost spear was already in front of him.

It wasn’t that it was fast; rather, the ghost spear pierced through space directly, ignoring the distance between the war chariot and its target, brutally shooting through.

“Poof…”

Li Hui’s body shattered into pieces; this was true fragmentation, even his soul threatened to explode into shards.

He saw the wooden stake, covered in replacement talismans, explode into segments, dying seventeen or eighteen times yet not stopping. The tail of the ghost spear slashed last, shattering all the Celestial Tree replacements into powder.

“Not dead?” the ghost kings exclaimed in shock. Li Hui relaxedly sat in his place, though the nine-colored divine deer underneath him appeared dimmer by four or five parts compared to before.

“Boom, boom, boom…” The massive ghost spear shot forth, penetrating sixteen Yin Mountains before finally stopping. Its power could easily kill a mid-stage cultivator, and no matter how many treasures guarded them, it could almost kill anyone in a single blow.

Li Hui pressed his palm to his forehead, gathering his focus. This ghost spear could also attack the soul, causing a terrifying effect. Had he not grasped a fleeting chance to merge with the nine-colored deer, using the talisman power sealed in the nine-colored deer talisman to offset the shock, his avatar would have likely been shattered. Fortunately, the avatar was made of the essence of calamity power, not his true self; to kill someone, there had to be someone to kill.

Looking around, more and more ghostly beings arrived, with Ghost Fox flitting through the woods, including some powerful Fox Kings, while the army gathered in the rear.

In such a scenario, it was impossible to escape swiftly; in an instant, dozens of ghostly treasures sprang into the air, carrying dark energy and rushing over, ready to self-destruct as soon as they got close…

“Boom, boom, boom…” The terrifying dark energy was building up.

“A good formation,” Li Hui stowed the nine-colored deer and took out a different talisman scroll, waving it open. Instantly, smoke and clouds swept outward, and the ghostly treasures flying toward him were suppressed, causing them to self-destruct prematurely.

“What is that?”

A giant claw emerged from the smoke, exuding a ferocious aura that enveloped everything.

“Poof, poof, poof…” Countless dark soldiers and ghost generals shattered beneath the giant claw, without a shred of power to fight back, while the Golden Shell created a pulling force that drew away the dark energy, cooperating to eradicate the ghostly horde.

Li Hui, holding the talisman scroll, slowly descended into the smoke. This was the fearsome beast Tao Wu, a being far beyond imagination, drawn into the talisman to collect the corpses buried in the underground ruins.

Unfolding the talisman didn’t require talisman power to drive it; as long as it could continuously absorb ferocity and malice, it seemed to act freely and rise in power, the only concern being to suppress it and prevent the Tao Wu talisman from exceeding control, or disaster would follow.

Tao Wu attacked wildly, crazily absorbing malice, and the wounds on the corpses slowly healed, as if once fully restored, it could transform into a corpse beast.

Li Hui watched with heart-stopping fear, but right now they had to rely on this fearsome beast’s rampage, while the Golden Shell was also consolidating power, with various guardians transcending dark souls to wash away karmic burdens, accumulating merits.

This battle stretched for three thousand miles, as Tao Wu appeared reborn, no scars remaining on its body.

“Not good, it’s about to break free from control; come back!” Li Hui quickly formed hand signs, casting a hundred Dragon Roar Whisker Symbols to pull it back. The talisman scroll set up a vast gateway that forcibly drew the Tao Wu’s corpse back.

“Poof…” After much effort to close the talisman scroll’s gate, Li Hui felt mentally exhausted and needed Guang Jin’s help to restore himself.

“Very dangerous; I need to dispel the fierce energy and malice before I can use it again.”

Looking back, he saw the army of the Yin Moon Dynasty and Ghost Fox keeping their distance, truly frightened of this terrifying beast that made them shiver in fear. Even the ghost kings hid, fearing they would meet a tragic end from a single claw.

“Almost there.”

With no more obstacles ahead, Li Hui leaped into the air, and by the time he landed, he had arrived at Falling Lord Mountain’s territory. Today he was determined to engender a sea of blood, turning heaven and earth upside down.

This place was unlike others; palaces were built, interconnected and grandiose, shimmering in gold and jade, with sculpted beams and jade pillars resembling a scene from the human world.

The Golden Shell floated in the air, releasing thousands of talisman flags, “Bang, bang,” they inserted into the ground. In the center, one talisman flag was more than ten times the size of an ordinary one, standing three zhang and six feet high. Li Hui landed atop this flag, standing with his hands clasped behind him, gazing ahead.

These talisman flags were extraordinary. The Haotu Sect’s Yu Heng Ancient Tomb was originally a place to produce mystic water essence, which suppressed the Yin Veins to create extraordinary Yin water. Because the Yu Heng Ancient Tomb once nurtured water spirits, a demonic energy lingered there for years, mixing with the extraordinary Yin water, resulting in the world’s most extreme Yin demonic water.

Li Hui felt as if he had struck gold, using the ultimate Yin demonic water to paint these talisman flags, each one simply sketched with a few strokes to outline a demon character. After taking them to the vicinity of the Great Formation of Demons and Ghosts for several days, the flag surfaces turned a strange fire-red, with the demon characters sprouting numerous branches, resembling a nearly closed circle.

This circle appeared as an eerie vortex, emanating an indescribable strangeness, and once combined into formations, it locked down Falling Lord Mountain and eighteen nearby mountain ranges, making entry easy but exit difficult.

With the talisman flags planted, the demon array was completed, serving as both sword and shield.

Li Hui did not rush to attack the mountain; he waved his hand and summoned Que San and the guardians to bring out various materials and Miao Jade to build a ritual altar, stacking dark soldiers and ghostly treasures, ritual artifacts, and assessing directions for the sacrifices.

In no time, a silver light rose from the ritual altar, quickly expanding.

“Cross-border sacrifices consume a lot, but it can’t be helped right now.” Li Hui entered the Yin Moon Dynasty, taking down strongholds along the way, battling thousands of miles to slaughter vast quantities of ghostly beings; even if those ghost kings shattered the ghostly treasures, the fragments could still enhance their combat power.

Now was the moment to transform their gains into combat power.

In the copper basin at the center of the altar, soft silver light emerged, growing brighter until it formed black patterns. Li Hui exerted his power to accumulate talisman power, taking out a stack of broken weapon talismans along with the Tao Wu talisman and throwing them into the copper basin.

“Release, release, release…” The talisman flag array radiated power, releasing waves of demonic energy. After indistinguishable sounds resonated, vague fierce beasts five or six zhang long separated from the Tao Wu talisman.

At first glance, there were only a dozen small fierce beasts resembling Tao Wu, but upon a second look, their numbers surged close to a thousand, guided by the talisman flags toward Falling Lord Mountain.

The count evolved into fifty thousand fierce beasts, while the chaotic flames of the Tao Wu talisman dissipated with a few soft sounds, easily resolving the crisis and using the fierce energy and malice to assault the mountain—a truly brilliant strategy!

Li Hui looked up to see numerous arrays and restrictions surge on the mountain, and the neighboring ranges were similarly affected, with heightened resistance to the mountain assault. Many armed ghostly beings cooperated to slaughter the fierce beasts, demonstrating a real understanding of battle formations, revealing that Cheng Yuyan had a strict military command, indeed making an impression.

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

Cries of battle arose from all directions; just a moment ago, it had been calm, and now the mountains and fields were filled with dark soldiers, various massive ghostly beings pouring in, clearly the result of Cheng Yuyan’s careful planning.

Ghostly crows and ghostly bats soared through the skies first.

Li Hui stood on the ritual altar, astonishing all the ghost kings observing him, as he produced a wooden door. What did this mean? The door was depicted with a green pine tree, with a green stone beneath it.

This wooden door hid an ultimate opportunity from the Great Summer Green Copper Hall, and after multiple checks revealed no extraordinary features, at the very least it had the characteristics of being crafted by a high-level demon cultivator, sturdy and able to withstand turmoil. It was something they could make use of.