Chapter 65
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Chapter 65: The Turned Tide of Battle
“Tch…”
Seeing his attack fail, the Flying Night Demon snorted and leaped back into the air, darting toward another Mu Lin.
The creature’s ghostly movements filled Mu Lin with envy—and hope. He remembered the night demon kept in his own home.
“This ability could truly become a trump card.”
Even as he marveled, Mu Lin continued aiding the soldiers nearby.
His six Yellow Turban Might warriors had cornered another foe.
Though the Yellow Turban Might kept the enemy pinned, Mu Lin held back his blood sword.
While the blade feigned threatening gestures under his cunning command, his real weapon was the Paper Figure Curse.
The battlefield ran red. Humans, only slightly weaker than demons, had left the Spring Fountain Realm demons riddled with wounds.
Using paper cranes, Mu Lin stealthily gathered droplets of demon blood.
His hands never stilled, weaving paper figures shaped like the demons. Each time blood arrived, he inked their species names onto the figures.
Blood allowed even species names to serve as curses, though weaker than true names. Yet Mu Lin’s Grandmaster-level Paper Magic, master-level drawing skills, and master-level calligraphy compensated fully.
“No—it’s stronger. Lifelike forms, Possessing Form and Spirit, and Soul Resonance forge deep bonds between paper and demon. Any strike I deal, they’ll feel.”
He finished crafting the paper figures but waited, scanning the battlefield.
When a demon clashed furiously with a martial general and Qi Practitioner, Mu Lin struck. He drove a coffin nail into the demon’s dominant palm.
“Agh!”
The demon shrieked as its hand went limp.
The humans froze briefly, then pounced on the weakened demon.
*Thud! Thud!*
In life-and-death struggles, a single misstep spelled doom. A crippled hand wasn’t a misstep—it was a death sentence. Blades rained down, slaughtering the demon.
This death ignited a chain reaction.
Soon, demons noticed: whenever they pressed an advantage or neared victory, agony tore through them.
Once. Twice. Thrice. Mu Lin saved allies and felled demons with each strike. His tactics shifted the battle’s momentum.
But the demons weren’t blind. They sensed a shadowy hand tipping the scales.
Almost without thinking, they realized Mu Lin was behind the ambush.
“Bastard!”
“Kill that Pretty Boy! If he lives, we all die here…”
“Slaughter them…”
The demons went mad with desperation. The Flying Night Demon, possessing limited flight ability, triggered a demonic art that boosted its speed by thirty percent.
“Swish!” “Swish!” “Swish…”
Wind energy propelled it to leap impossibly high and pivot mid-air effortlessly.
With blinding speed and overwhelming aerial strikes, Mu Lin’s paper figures fell one after another.
“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud…”
Within moments, three paper figures lay in shreds.
Though aware of Mu Lin’s importance, human soldiers could only throw themselves bodily at the enemy.
But the demon’s speed outmatched them.
Their resistance proved useless.
Worse, their interference hampered their own battle efficiency.
Seeing this, Mu Lin commanded through his paper figures:
“Ignore me! Kill the others first!”
“But sir—”
“Focus on the demons!”
Reluctantly, the soldiers obeyed.
A desperate army fights hardest. Grief and rage fueled the humans’ fearless assault. Combined with Mu Lin’s underhanded tactics, demon losses multiplied instantly.
Naturally, Mu Lin’s paper figures kept getting destroyed.
Soon, six or seven lay in tatters.
What infuriated the Flying Night Demon was Mu Lin’s continued invisibility.
Not only was his presence hidden, but the Flying Night Demon seethed as its allies kept suffering surprise attacks mid-battle.
Mysterious injuries made the demons hesitant. None dared fight all-out anymore.
By conserving strength, they could dodge Mu Lin’s Paper Figure Curse ambushes.
Full-force clashes risked annihilation if Mu Lin struck.
Self-sacrifice being foreign to demons, they all held back.
Originally only slightly stronger than humans, their combat power now dwindled below parity after Mu Lin’s harassment.
Yet they still fought half-heartedly, tilting the battle toward humanity.
“Bastard!”
The Flying Night Demon roared skyward:
“Face me alone, coward!”
Mu Lin ignored the taunts. Victory was near—why risk exposure?
Meanwhile, he appreciated Chu Lingluo’s worth.
Her Soul Resonance proved invaluable.
By syncing with nature’s spiritual energy, she masked their presence, limbs, even existence itself.
Enemies flew overhead yet remained oblivious.
“Top-tier cultivation methods live up to their name.”
Still, Mu Lin knew success didn’t hinge solely on her.
Paper figures served multiple purposes.
Scattering decoys to confuse enemies was one tactic.
Inflation hollow figures into armor-like shells was another.
Thus disguised as ordinary soldiers or civilians, Mu Lin vanished into crowds.
Crucially, his creations looked utterly real—unlike the pale, obvious puppets of lesser paper folders.
“But hiding among troops has limits. Openly weaving figures to curse enemies would risk detection by the Flying Night Demon, crippling my effectiveness…”
“Choosing Chu Lingluo as teammate was wise indeed.”
