Chapter 557

Chapter 557: Drowning Ghost

The emergence of the Netherworld army immediately shifted the battle’s momentum.

These ferocious scoundrels wielded various divine skills and spells, unlike mindless zombies relying solely on poison and brute strength.

Approaching the rolling waters, they unleashed their powers—some split waves with blade energy, others burned water away with ghost fire, while a few simply opened their jaws wide, attempting to swallow the entire vast expanse.

Had this been ordinary water, even oceans spanning millions of acres would’ve been drained under their assault.

But Mo Lanyun’s waters were Heavenly Mysterious Xuan Water—a single drop could form lakes. This vast expanse of treasured item held firm against their onslaught.

Mo Lanyun didn’t remain passive. She swept her palms through the air, summoning colossal waves to batter the Netherworld forces.

Beneath her, the Dragon Turtle roared into action. True to its divine beast bloodline, its combat power proved monstrous.

Without even moving, the divine patterns on its shell pulsed with light, generating countless Guan Yin Water Spiritual Root-infused Yin thunderbolts that hid within Mo Lanyun’s waves.

Unaware of the trap, the Netherworld army kept slashing, burning, and gulping the waves—until tens of thousands of concealed Yin thunderbolts detonated simultaneously.

Deafening explosions rippled across a thousand-mile frontline. These Divine Lightning strikes, equivalent to Fire Tribulation Immortal-crafted weapons enhanced by spiritual roots, held power even Thunder Tribulation Immortals would fear!

Zombies and Netherworld soldiers alike disintegrated. Seventh-rank and below dissolved into water, replenishing the rolling waves. Higher-ranked survivors retreated with heavy injuries.

Only a handful of Eighth-rank monsters pressed forward, but without army cover, they became prime targets. Concentrated barrages of Yin thunderbolts—each enduring tens of thousands of strikes—annihilated them instantly. Divine beast bloodline and spiritual roots combined created unstoppable force, overwhelming even Eighth-rank foes.

Only the Ninth-Rank Flying Zombie survived, recalled by You Youzi for its precious value.

You Youzi sneered at the carnage. "Futile resistance. Let’s see how much Magic you have left!"

He reopened the Netherworld Gate, unleashing endless reinforcements. The Netherworld’s Ghost Kings commanded inexhaustible legions accumulated over millennia. Losses meant nothing—these troops were mercenaries, paid for with an Eighth-rank ghost treasure and a million living souls per summon.

To Ghost Kings, fresh souls were delicacies. Netherworld’s tainted spirits held little value compared to newly deceased souls that boosted their strength. Thus, the Ghost King secretly hoped You Youzi would keep summoning—and sacrificing—more troops.

To be honest, You Youzi didn’t really want to summon the Netherworld army. These creatures were powerful, but the cost proved too heavy. Each summoning drained all his stored living souls, often requiring additional treasures to compensate.

The Ghost King wouldn’t spare anyone who defaulted on debts!

This trump card could force even Thunder Tribulation Immortals to retreat. He’d only use it when desperate. Now cornered, he had no choice but to reveal it.

Mo Lanyun, however, beamed with excitement. "Great! Let’s see who lasts longer!"

Her jade hands danced, summoning waves that crashed upon the Netherworld army alongside the Dragon Turtle’s Divine Lightning. The battle fell into an odd stalemate – endless howling soldiers clashing against ceaseless tides and thunder, neither side gaining ground.

Bystanders gaped in disbelief. "She seems so gentle – why act foolish now?"

"Did that hotheaded Fang Lie rub off on her?"

"Must be! Why else challenge You Youzi? That scoundrel deserves Thousand Cuts, but he’s barely maintaining the ghost gate! The Ghost King’s army could last half a month! No young girl could wipe them out!"

"At most she’ll kill a million – barely a fraction!"

Their predictions proved partly right. Within an hour, over a million Netherworld soldiers fell. Mo Lanyun panted heavily, drenched in sweat as her magic waned.

You Youzi pressed, "Still stubborn? Admit defeat and I’ll spare you."

Secretly fearing her, he knew his advantage came from desperate measures. The Mo Sect’s wealth meant their star disciple surely possessed Eighth-rank Treasures.

Mo Lanyun smiled weakly. "Thank you, but I’ve plenty of magic left!"

A pearl materialized above her, channeling energy into her depleted Qi Sea.

"The CanghaiMing Yue Pearl!" You Youzi gasped. "That belongs to Ten-Thousand Gu Sect!"

"My senior brother gifted it," she replied, blushing towards Fang Lie.

This Eighth-rank Treasure from Ghost Realm Sect’s spoils stored double the user’s magic. Mo Qianxun had schemed to claim it for her.

"Delaying the inevitable!" You Youzi spat. "Endless troops will drown you!"

"Don’t think so!" she retorted playfully.

Enraged, he hurled a Jade Bottle into the teleportation array – eight Ninth-Rank ghost pills bought at great cost.

The pleased Ghost King erased his debts and unleashed elite troops – tens of thousands of Seventh-rank Drowning Ghosts. These waterborne horrors writhed through air with smoke-like hair, their agonized wails chilling souls. Towering dozens of feet, their twisted faces and unnatural defenses against water magic made them perfect aquatic hunters.