Chapter 64
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Chapter 64: Battlefield Slaughter
‘Is the fourth floor of the Tower of Illusions testing our ability to survive on a battlefield?’
The sudden shift to a warzone made Mu Lin wonder.
But as he thought this, he soon realized the trial was far worse.
Scanning the area, Mu Lin saw the human military formations were orderly and well-trained. Yet the humans only had six or seven Spring Fountain Realm Qi Practitioners, while the demon side boasted nine Spring Fountain Realm monsters.
What troubled Mu Lin more was recognizing one of the demons—a night demon.
With its limited flight ability, the creature moved swiftly and struck viciously.
Any Qi Practitioner who revealed themselves faced brutal retaliation.
In the brief moment Mu Lin assessed the battlefield, the night demon targeted a Qi Practitioner, leaving them gravely wounded.
Without the soldiers’ desperate defense, the man would’ve died. Even now, the injured practitioner had lost most of his strength, and several soldiers—including a squad leader—had perished protecting him, tipping the battle’s balance further against the humans.
“No wonder the Tower’s fourth floor is so brutal. This isn’t just one Spring Fountain Realm demon’s difficulty.”
Mu Lin gripped his resolve:
“I need to act fast. The humans won’t last much longer.”
True to the Paper Folding Lineage’s stealthy ways, Mu Lin didn’t reveal himself. Instead, he blew on folded paper figures.
*Huuu…*
The vitality of the living breathed life into paper clones of Mu Lin and Chu Lingluo. Their real bodies, hidden among the troops, retreated under cover. At Mu Lin’s signal, Chu Lingluo activated Soul Resonance, blending their spiritual energy, limbs, and presence with nearby plants until they became indistinguishable.
Only after securing their safety did Mu Lin summon the Yellow Turban Might.
*Roar!*
*Kill!*
The Awakening-level Yellow Turban Might charged into battle. Their impervious bodies and savage coordination carved through lesser beasts.
But when Spring Fountain Realm demons joined the fray, the tide turned.
*Crash!*
A dark-green one-eyed mountain demon lunged. Alone, it overpowered six Yellow Turban Might.
The mountain demon’s strength eclipsed theirs. Its hide withstood blows that staggered the impervious golems. After clashing, all six Yellow Turban Might bore injuries while the demon showed mere scratches.
Emboldened, the mountain demon roared triumphantly.
“Trash!”
Mu Lin remained fearless. As the one-eyed mountain demon grew arrogant, the Cursed Blood Sword suddenly lunged sideways.
“Roar!”
The Yellow Turban Might’s weak pressure allowed the mountain demon to shrug off this ambush.
While the cursed blade charged, the demon stomped. A dull “boom” shook the earth as yellow light rose, forming stones that pelted the blood sword.
“Swish!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The sword slashed wildly, smashing the stones apart as they clashed midair.
Mu Lin’s paper sword gradually lost ground.
Though the power of Heaven’s Funeral held high rank, Mu Lin possessed only a trickle of it.
Power meant nothing without quantity.
True Heaven’s Funeral could bury all life and end creation itself. Yet Mu Lin’s current shred merely harmed flesh.
Still, Mu Lin stayed calm. His fingers kept weaving unseen threads.
Another Yellow Turban Might charged. The blood sword struck from above.
The demon sneered.
“Pathetic tricks…”
It prepared to stomp again – crush the sword with stones, then battle the Yellow Turban Might bare-handed.
But as its foot lifted…
“THUNK!”
“AAARGH!”
An iron spike pierced its sole mid-stomp. The demon howled.
Crucially, this attack struck just as its spell began but before activation.
The interrupted magic fizzled.
Worse, the wounded foot made the demon stumble and crash down.
Then…
The hovering blood sword shot like lightning toward its single eye.
The demon panicked, struggling to block.
Useless. Yellow Turban Might warriors swarmed its arms.
“NO!”
Helpless, pinned, the demon could only watch as the cursed blade pierced its eye… then its skull.
“Squelch.”
A sword pierced through the head, and the one-eyed mountain demon… died.
“Roar!”
“Victory for all!”
The abrupt death of the one-eyed mountain demon triggered frenzied shouts from surrounding soldiers, boosting their morale.
Meanwhile, the demonic forces appeared baffled.
“What happened?”
“It actually got surrounded and killed by mere Awakened Realm warriors? When did One-Eye become so pathetic?”
“Charge! Slaughter those warriors…”
“Idiot! Why attack the warriors? Kill their master – that Pretty Boy…”
“Which one? There are six identical Pretty Boys here!”
This declaration left many demons perplexed.
Such was the combined power of Grandmaster-level paper folding, master-level painting, and master-level calligraphy.
The paper folding constructed bone structure and form for Mu Lin’s paper figures. The painting granted them vivid facial features and flawless expressions.
Blood-inked calligraphy etching Mu Lin’s true name and birth characters imbued each figure with his complete essence.
Through these methods, even Mu Lin’s grandfather and Chu Lingluo couldn’t distinguish real from fake – let alone unfamiliar demons.
The demons’ bewilderment didn’t persist long.
Unable to identify the real target, the powerful Flying Night Demon abandoned discernment.
“If we can’t find him, exterminate them all.”
With a disdainful snort, the demon vaulted skyward like a giant raptor, diving toward Mu Lin’s position.
Defenders immediately reacted.
“Fiend! Stay your hand!”
A martial general brandishing a guan dao leaped forward, slashing at the Flying Night Demon. Multiple Qi Practitioners unleashed spells to intercept.
Their efforts proved worthless.
The Flying Night Demon’s aerial bloodline granted blistering speed. With wind-assisted motion, it evaded all attacks through a single “whoosh”.
The demon plunged downward, Steel Fork aimed at Mu Lin like an air-to-ground missile.
*Thunk!*
The unprepared youth got impaled through the torso like Runtu’s spear-pierced hedgehog.
*Bang!*
As destructive force erupted from the fork, Mu Lin’s body exploded – predictably revealing itself as a paper figure.
The blast scattered paper fragments across the battlefield like snowflakes.
“Tch…”
