The Ghost General grunted, unable to withstand such brilliance, retreated directly.
The light beam was quite powerful but lasted a very short time, soon fading completely.
Six Ghost Generals besieged, while both Wen and Zhou were exhausted, their consciousness hazy.
From a distance on the city wall, Tie Guzheng witnessed this scene and his eyes almost burst with anger.
He hurriedly activated the Commander Seal he held, intending to deploy the Immortal City Array to protect Wen and Zhou.
But at that moment, the detached Sang Le Youling had already taken out a white candle.
The Path of Silence Candle!
It was a square candle, resembling a mini spiritual coffin, about nine inches long, with the cover fitting seamlessly with the body. All four sides of the candle were engraved with the Hundred Ghosts Carrying Coffin Painting—countless twisted, wailing ghostly shadows carrying coffins, trudging towards the void.
The wick of the candle was made with yellow-brown wrapping cloth, intertwined with strands of a woman’s hair.
This was a Nascent Soul Level magic treasure, and it could only be used once!
"The lost treasure was indeed taken by the enemy!" Tie Guzheng realized Sang Le Youling’s actions and was shocked. He knew the latter possessed this trump card but never expected it to be used at this moment against the White Paper Immortal City.
In that instant, Tie Guzheng had no choice but to cast aside Wen and Zhou, fully concentrating on deploying White Paper Immortal City’s defense forces to suppress Sang Le Youling.
Sang Le Youling felt the immense pressure like a mountain, every movement becoming slow.
Sang Le Youling’s expression was numb, utterly unchanged, as she managed to muster her Mana and blew gently.
The next moment, the Path of Silence Candle was lit.
Ghostly white flames danced continuously, generating countless dense, ghostly blue Talismans within the heart of the blaze.
An incense-like scent mixed with decay immediately spread out.
The ghostly blue Talismans floated within the scent, dispersing into the surrounding space, forming a sky full of pale frost.
Amidst the pale frost, a dark winding path condensed, flanked by layers upon layers of ghostly shadows, as if they were carrying coffins.
"Damn it!" Seeing this scene, Tie Guzheng was furious beyond belief.
With any other individual, Tie Guzheng could suppress them entirely. But Sang Le Youling was different; she also knew the details of White Paper Immortal City’s Array.
Nonetheless, Tie Guzheng’s suppression was not in vain; originally there would have been seven winding paths, now suppressed to leave only one.
Yet even one path was capable of having a tremendous impact on the battle!
Luo Si’s eyes flashed with brilliance, and he promptly maneuvered, using military power to extend the winding path directly into his own battle formation.
A colossal giant skeleton stepped forward, directly onto the path.
The next moment, it stepped forward again, arriving inside White Paper Immortal City!
If the city gates were closed, such transportation would be impossible. But now the gates were wide open, and couldn’t be closed in time, coupled with Sang Le Youling deploying the Path of Silence Candle, making the transfer feasible.
The giant skeleton, with its massive body, was originally a siege weapon, now crossing the greatest obstacle—walls—and entering the city.
Bang, bang, bang.
The giant roared, rampaging everywhere, causing devastating damage to numerous buildings inside the city, resulting in massive casualties.
Countless city residents fled in panic, terrified and lost.
At this moment, Yang Sanyan of the Myriad Images Sect’s Golden Core True Transmission, and Bone Tomb Taoist of Soul Devouring Sect’s Golden Core True Transmission, arrived just in time.
Both glanced at the giant skeleton and immediately decided to abandon entanglement.
"Rescue people first!" The two exchanged Divine Sense, reaching an agreement in an instant.
They acted consecutively, rescuing Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Wenyang at the last critical moment.
The joint attack of the six Ghost Generals was not without results—Wen Ruanyu’s self-portrait clone was hacked into pieces by the six.
Wen Ruanyu’s true body suffered backlash, blood flowing from mouth and nose, sinking into a deeper coma.
Yang Sanyan directly opened the eye slit on his forehead, fixing his gaze on Sang Le Youling.
Superior Innate—Seeing Through Everything!
Sang Le Youling remained numb, standing still like a zombie.
But in the moment of crisis, the Path of Silence Candle burning in her hand was activated, its flame flaring, brightness several times stronger than before, and its burning speed also doubled.
Pale frost spread, and the dark path regenerated, blocking Yang Sanyan’s gaze.
More accurately, it transmitted Yang Sanyan’s gaze elsewhere.
Two of the six Ghost Generals split off, targeting Yang Sanyan and Bone Tomb Taoist respectively.
The remaining four slightly bypassed, all rushing towards the back.
The cultivators blocking the path were torn into pieces by them, reduced to sacrifices for the blood sacrifice.
The attack intention of the four Ghost Generals also became clear—they all converged on the front—Paperman Giant Statue!
Netherworld.
The blood light of the Sacrificial Altar surged even stronger.
The Lord of Wanchuan couldn’t help but show a pleased expression. He stared at Wuyin the Ghost Monk, saying, "Wuyin, do you see it? The blood sacrifice is proceeding smoothly. I am destined to win, and all that you have done will be in vain!"
Wuyin the Ghost Monk was clad in a yellow robe, his face like dried orange peel, lifeless, with lips pressed tightly into a gray line, as if they hadn’t opened for millennia. Only his eyes, murky and wooden, reflected nothing, like two dried wells leading to absolute nothingness.
He raised his right hand, a withered index finger with gray, decaying nails, pointing distantly at the Lord of Wanchuan.
Silent and soundless.
However, centered around the Ghost Monk’s fingertip, space within a hundred feet radius suddenly collapsed inward!
Upon making a move, Wuyin the Ghost Monk utilized his trump card.
He primarily cultivated the "Silent Extinction Zen Scripture", and this move was one of the terrifying killing techniques within it — the Returning Ruins Finger!
The collapsed space was left with nothing but darkness, erasing everything.
The darkness quickly spread, targeting not only the Lord of Wanchuan but also the altar.
The robe of the Lord of Wanchuan billowed wildly without wind as he raised both arms high, shouting, "Wanchuan River Guide, the souls rush forth!"
Boundless, endless mana gushed out, converging into the Wanchuan River water drawn by the Lord of Wanchuan.
The phantoms of countless lost souls shrieked woefully in the river, eventually merging into a viscous, oil-like gray-white turbid torrent, roiling with countless suffering soul shadows within.
The turbid torrent surged upwards, reversing towards the sky!
The flood of turbid currents fiercely collided with the Returning Ruins black sphere.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the corrosive sound that made one’s teeth ache and heart tremble, as the two extremes of power annihilated and wore each other down.
The dark yellow turbid stream was continuously nullified by the power of the Returning Ruins, but the current of the Wanchuan flowed endlessly, and the power of the lost souls was inexhaustible.
Although the Returning Ruins black sphere continued to stubbornly rotate and devour, its expansion momentum was firmly resisted by the mighty power of the Yellow Springs, creating a breath-taking stalemate in the air!
The hollow eyes of Wuyin the Ghost Monk moved ever so slightly.
Even this tiny action was detected by the Lord of Wanchuan, who secretly exclaimed, "Not good."
This place was not located on the Wanchuan River, and his ability to summon the Wanchuan River water out of thin air was all due to the Great Array here.
And managing this array was not only him but also five Nascent Soul subordinates outside the spinning yin wind, as well as thirty thousand Forbidden Army troops.
Wuyin the Ghost Monk was exceptionally powerful, regarded by the Lord of Wanchuan as a major foe. With just one move, he immediately perceived the critical point within.
He withdrew his index finger, allowing the Returning Ruins black sphere to be consumed by the river of all souls guided by the Lord of Wanchuan.
He clasped his hands together, then slowly opened them a crack.
With the Heart Seal, he unleashed another move called the Silent Extinction Zen Sound!
The Zen sound was silent and formless, impossible to capture, impossible to resist, spreading silently like ripples on water through the yin wind.
The Lord of Wanchuan hesitated in that moment.
He could rescue his subordinates, but doing so would inevitably place him at a disadvantage.
If he didn’t rescue them, his subordinates would surely suffer heavy losses, yet it would also grant him an opportunity to strike at Wuyin the Ghost Monk.
This opportunity was hard to come by.
In a contest of experts, it’s often crucial to seize the slightest advantage.
Once this advantage is grasped, it can quickly be expanded into overwhelming momentum.
Not only in battles of experts but also when war reaches its most fierce point, one must fight for that slim chance!
Sang Le Youling opening the city gate was such a moment of opportunity.
Tie Guzheng, exerting all his strength to repel the giant bone crocodile, was also fighting for that chance.
Now, the four Ghost Generals charging towards the Paper Man Giant Statue was also such an opportunity.
"Not good! The Paper Man Giant Statue has not been activated yet, and Wen Ruanyu is unconscious, at its most vulnerable."
"If the enemy takes advantage, our side will lose a significant Nascent Soul level combat power!" Tie Guzheng was extremely anxious but could do nothing.
The Ghost Generals laughed heartily, closing in even more.
Among them, the Axe Ghost General leaped out again, his entire body igniting with eerie blue ghost fire, aiming to cleave the giant statue’s lower leg.
Bam!
The Paper Man Giant Statue suddenly kicked, sending the Axe Ghost General flying.
"Ugh!!" The remaining three Ghost Generals were greatly astonished.
Within the Paper Man Giant Statue, Ning Zhuo, who had arrived in time, had eyes blazing with the fire of fighting spirit, snorting coldly, "Don’t you dare touch my mother’s possession!"