Chapter 209
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Chapter 209: Encounter with Evil Spirits
The fog rose with alarming speed.
In the blink of an eye, Zuo Yongjun and his companions were enveloped by a dense mist from all sides, and visibility plummeted.
Simultaneously, the temperature in the surrounding area dropped sharply.
Frost began to form on the leaves of the weeds scattered across the ground, and a bone-chilling aura crept silently through the air.
“Form a formation!”
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Zuo Yongjun bellowed in a deep voice, “Repel the enemy!”
Without hesitation, ten highly-trained Imperial Guards swiftly detached the divine crossbows from their backs, expertly loading bolts while assuming a defensive formation.
The Imperial Guard was composed of both elite soldiers recruited from the military and those cultivated internally.
Regardless of their origins, each member boasted extensive combat experience and unwavering discipline.
The ten Imperial Guards encircled Zuo Yongjun and Wu Song, crouching low with their divine crossbows at the ready.
The cold glint of crossbow arrows pointed in various directions, poised to strike.
No matter where the enemy might emerge, they would face a devastating counterattack!
At that moment, the surrounding fog grew even thicker, and eerie sounds began to infiltrate everyone’s ears.
The coquettish laughter of women, the playful giggles of children, the idle chatter of old men, and the bitter curses of women…
These seemingly mundane noises took on an otherworldly quality, like ghostly whispers that lingered and echoed in their ears.
Even when they pressed their hands tightly against their ears, the sounds persisted, gnawing at their nerves and stirring frustration.
Though the Imperial Guards were renowned for their iron will, many began to show signs of irritation after enduring the cacophony for a while.
Their once-steady hands gripping the crossbows began to waver.
“What vile spirits dare to cause chaos here!”
Witnessing this, Zuo Yongjun’s eyes blazed with fury as he roared like a lion, his voice thundering across the landscape: “Begone!”
With that mighty shout, the fog, heavy with its chilling aura, recoiled as if struck. The Imperial Guards, previously unsettled by the phantasmal sounds, jolted awake, their eyes now gleaming with sharp, unyielding killing intent.
Zuo Yongjun’s roar had reignited their battle intent, and their focus snapped back into place, resolute and unshakable.
“Hehehe~”
A series of mocking chuckles drifted from all directions.
Sinister shadows flickered in and out of the mist, drifting eerily as though clawing at the air.
Evil Spirits!
Zuo Yongjun’s eyelid twitched, and he barked in a low voice, “Prepare to break the spirits!”
The moment he spoke, the ten Imperial Guards bit their tongues, spitting their vital blood onto the divine crossbows.
The divine crossbows were formidable weapons, capable of piercing through the protection of true energy wielded by innate martial artists when paired with their specialized crossbow arrows.
However, their effectiveness against Evil Spirits was far less potent.
Especially when facing these intangible wandering souls, they could scarcely inflict any meaningful harm.
Therefore, it was essential to apply vital blood.
The vital blood of martial artists is imbued with yang energy, which has a significant restraining effect on wandering souls and Evil Spirits.
In fact, the aura of bloodshed that the Imperial Guards cultivate on the battlefield is also highly effective in annihilating wandering souls.
However, unless these Evil Spirits engage in close combat, there is little opportunity to utilize this power.
Caught in a dangerous place, Zuo Yongjun knew that the longer they lingered, the greater the peril. His instincts screamed at him to act swiftly.
He bellowed sharply, “Fire!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Crossbow arrows, drenched in vital blood, streaked into the mist like bolts of lightning.
“Ah!”
A chorus of agonized cries erupted.
The wandering souls struck by the crossbow arrows burst into flames, disintegrating into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
The crossbow arrows fired from the divine crossbow carried immense power. After piercing one wandering soul, they continued their deadly trajectory, striking a second one with unrelenting force.
In a single volley, more than a dozen wandering souls were obliterated—a resounding success!
Yet Zuo Yongjun felt no sense of triumph.
He could feel the malevolent aura thickening around them. The wandering souls that had just appeared were likely only the beginning.
Sure enough, moments later, the ground nearby began to heave, and one after another, corpses clawed their way out from beneath the earth.
These corpses had dark, bluish-black skin and were dressed as villagers. Though their faces were twisted and grotesque, traces of their former selves remained visible—men, women, and children alike.
“Uncle San! Aunt Qi!”
Wu Song, gripping his long knife, felt his eyes about to burst with rage.
He recognized many familiar faces—these were the villagers of Wu Family Village.
His own kin!
“Fall back!”
Zuo Yongjun drew his twin swords in one fluid motion and leaped high into the air, lunging toward several rapidly advancing corpses.
A flash of sword light, and the heads of two corpses were sent flying.
Before Zuo Yongjun even touched the ground, he kicked out with both feet, sending the headless bodies tumbling away.
The innate expert rolled backward, driving his twin swords deep into the earth.
Thud!
Dark and thick blood gushed from the wounds where the blades struck.
“Kill!”
Zuo Yongjun sprang to his feet, drawing his long sword, and charged forward like a roaring tiger unleashed.
Wu Song and the ten Imperial Guards followed closely behind.
Though Wu Song’s heart burned with reluctance, military orders were as unyielding as mountains, leaving no room for defiance.
He could only suppress his grief and fury deep within his heart.
Zuo Yongjun had slain seven or eight corpses in succession, leading the Imperial Guards to carve a bloody path through the chaos.
However, the surrounding mist grew denser, and the pervasive aura of malevolence made it impossible to determine their direction.
Zuo Yongjun’s sense of impending danger grew stronger.
He stopped abruptly and barked, “Protection!”
The Imperial Guards swiftly drew talismans from their robes, pressing them against their palms, and exhaled a mist of blood.
As the talismans absorbed the vital blood, they erupted with a radiant burst of spiritual light, enveloping the guards in a protective glow.
These were the Blood Protection Talismans bestowed earlier by Wang Chen.
Empowered by spiritual energy, the Imperial Guards now had an additional layer of magical shielding, significantly bolstering their Defense.
Zuo Yongjun also drew a talisman.
Unlike the Imperial Guards, he channeled his innate true energy to force blood into the talisman, then thrust it forward with a powerful motion.
The Breaking Evil Blood Talisman!
The spiritual light that erupted from the talisman blazed like a scorching sun, instantly tearing through the thick fog and dispersing the malevolent aura around them, while simultaneously carving a clear path ahead!
The mist barrier was shattered.
“Go!”
Zuo Yongjun gestured for the Imperial Guards to move ahead.
He turned, his sharp gaze piercing through the mist toward the direction they had come from.
In the mist, shadowy figures loomed ominously!
“Sir!”
Wu Song halted beside Zuo Yongjun, his grip tightening on his long knife.
He wanted to stay and fight by his side.
“Go!”
Zuo Yongjun whispered, his voice firm and unyielding, “Find the Immortal Master!”
Wu Song’s right hand trembled, veins bulging, his face flushed with frustration.
Reluctantly, he turned and followed the Imperial Guards ahead.
Zuo Yongjun stood his ground, raising his twin swords as a surge of true energy radiated from his body.
His expression was grave, his feet slowly sinking into the earth.
Ahead, the mist parted, revealing a massive, grotesque creature with crimson, malevolent eyes locked on Zuo Yongjun.
By then, Wu Song had already led the Imperial Guards out of the mist, escaping the bounds of the desolate village.
He glanced back but could no longer see Zuo Yongjun.
Wu Song clenched his teeth, reached into his robe, and pulled out a fresh talisman. He sprayed it with vital blood and hurled it into the air.
In an instant, a brilliant flame shot skyward, exploding into a dazzling light high above!
Two hundred miles away, atop Lightning Strike Peak,
Wang Chen, who had been practicing the Five Suns Thunder, abruptly turned his gaze toward the direction of the blazing light.
