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    Chapter 413: The Enemy Army Arrives

    These scoundrels showed extreme boldness. After committing murders, they hid within the chaotic crowds. With the protective array fully activated, they couldn’t risk using invisibility or transformation Dao magic—such acts would immediately expose them.

    By remaining motionless among the masses, they became nearly impossible to detect quickly amidst hundreds of thousands of people. A brief hiding period sufficed, for once rebellion erupted, the Bone Legion of the Demonic Sect would strike, shifting all attention away.

    Yet they never anticipated someone daring enough to expose them. Normally, Wind Tribulation Immortals commanded such fear that lower Cultivators wouldn’t speak against them, even knowing their value—too terrified of instant retaliation.

    But this time proved different. A low-level Cultivator witnessed the white-robed Wind Tribulation Immortal obliterate a building with Divine Lightning, crushing his Master and senior brothers beneath. Years of loyalty overcame his fear, driving him to point out the killer.

    The accused Immortal roared in fury, "Impudent junior! You dare slander me? Die!" A Sword Ray shot toward the young Cultivator.

    As the strike descended, the youth shut his eyes—only to find himself unharmed. An Earth Element Puppet had risen to block the attack.

    These Puppet Soldiers originally patrolled every street but became obstacles during peacetime. After Fang Lie’s departure, the Eight Immortals ordered them buried underground to conserve resources, allowing them to absorb earth energy and grow stronger.

    This decision backfired—active Puppet Soldiers would’ve prevented the assassins’ success. Now awakened by the furious Eight Immortals, they returned to service. The young Cultivator stood directly above a dormant Puppet, which Immortal Suan Mei activated to shield him.

    Simultaneously, Immortal Suan Mei pursued the killer. Though damaged, the protective array retained enough power to subdue a Wind Tribulation Immortal. A secret technique summoned crushing power upon the white-robed figure.

    "No! Suan Mei, I’m Bai Siyuan—your old friend! This is a frame-up!" the accused wailed.

    "I swear by my family’s lives—he did it!" the youth shouted. Others joined: "We saw him!" "Hundreds died needlessly!"

    Bai Siyuan paled as multiple accusers emerged. Immortal Suan Mei coldly remarked, "Old Bai, I welcomed you from afar, granted comforts and position. This is your gratitude?"

    "Mercy, brother!" Bai Siyuan begged, sensing death.

    "Heaven shows none," Immortal Suan Mei declared, flinging a green bamboo rod that pierced Bai Siyuan’s dantian.

    The scream came instantly: "Bamboo Rod Dispersal Technique! No!" White mist—his life’s Magic—gushed from the wound. The technique’s horror manifested, reducing its victim to a powerless shell.

    Of course, such Injuries could be healed, but the cost was immense—no less than an Eighth-rank Treasure.

    Not even members of great families, much less scattered cultivators, would pay such a price to save a Wind Tribulation Immortal.

    This meant Bai Siyuan was permanently crippled, no longer a Cultivator but an ordinary mortal.

    For someone who once rode clouds and shifted mountains, this punishment was worse than death.

    After punishing him, Mr. Suan Mei paid no further attention to his wails. He turned to the first Cultivator who had reported him. "Your reward!"

    He flicked his wrist, tossing out a top-grade Sixth-rank Flying Sword treasure.

    Then he roared, "Any more reports?"

    As the saying goes, men die chasing riches as birds perish seeking food. Inspired by the example, others found sudden courage.

    "I’ve got one!"

    "That man—he’s a spy!"

    "And her—that woman’s actually a man in disguise! Also a spy!"

    A flood of accusations followed.

    Mr. Suan Mei manipulated the protective array to seize each accused scoundrel. Within moments, all rebels—over fifty—were captured and dragged before the Eight Immortals.

    Seeing Bai Siyuan’s fate, the captives panicked and began pleading.

    "I was confused! Spare me!"

    "Remember our past bonds—show mercy!"

    "Don’t be ruthless! This city will fall—leave yourself an escape route!"

    They babbled excuses, some even threatening the Eight Immortals.

    Mr. Suan Mei wasted no words. Bamboo rods pierced their energy seas, shattering their Magic.

    "Heaven sees all," he snarled. "Traitors who bite the hand that feeds deserve no mercy!"

    The Magic-less captives wailed, raged, or stared blankly.

    "Old fool!" some yelled. "When White Bone Sect breaches these walls, you’ll suffer worse!"

    "You’ll burn in lights of death!"

    "Rot in hell!"

    Mr. Suan Mei laughed. "Think anyone can break Iron-Walled Jin City? Naive! I’ll hang you on the walls to watch its might!"

    He flung the crippled bodies onto the battlements, ordering guards to string them up.

    Dark clouds then blotted the horizon—endless, stretching thousands of miles.

    Killing energy seethed within, haunted by grievance-wails—the Demonic Path army had arrived!

    Unshaken, Mr. Suan Mei barked, "Alert Mo Sect! Deploy Earth’s Magnetic Force Warships! Hold until reinforcements come!"

    "Yes!" Underlings scrambled to obey.

    As warships and Earth Element Puppets manned the walls, the dark army halted hundreds of miles away—beyond range of the Divine Lightning Towers’ enhanced 300-mile reach.

    A thousand-foot white-bone skull Shadow materialized between forces. "Worms inside!" it boomed with Thunder Tribulation Immortal strength. "Surrender for riches! Resist—and die!"

    Demonic voice vibrations plunged the city into terror, crushing morale. Even Mr. Suan Mei and Seven Dragon True Immortals felt doubt creep in.

    "Enough!" Mr. Suan Mei roared, breaking the spell. "You hide like a rat yet demand surrender? Laughable!"

    "True!" Immortal Wind Dragon added coldly. "Reveal yourself, and we’ll consider it! Dare you?"

    The taunt struck home—exposing identity here meant inviting wrath from Three Great Sects via Fang Lie’s Token. No Thunder Tribulation Immortal wanted that hunt.

    "Fools!" the Shadow shrieked. "You’ll beg when captured!"

    The skull vanished. From the clouds, white-bone monsters cascaded down like hellish rain!

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