The yin wind weeps.
The sky is still filled with rolling black clouds, layer upon layer, making one feel incredibly oppressed.
The Ghost Fire Lord has already been defeated and retreated. He couldn’t wait for the Painted Skin Rakshasa to open a breakthrough at the Wangchuan Immortal City and fled the battlefield first.
And the primary factor in achieving this battle result—the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors—is now sealed by the Ice Coffin, motionless and seemingly dead.
Outside the Ice Coffin, the tall and mighty Earth Evil God has already found that all spells are frozen by the Ice Coffin, turning into fuel. He can only use his fists and feet to alternately strike, continuously pounding the Ice Coffin, causing countless cold air and frost powder.
The Ice Coffin is transformed from the entire Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle. Although there are vibrations and consumption, they are not drastic. It is visible to the naked eye that it can still sustain for a long time.
As for his true body—the Lord of Wangchuan—still hidden in the Wangchuan Tributary, swiftly recovering in slumber.
The Earth Evil God couldn’t help but feel irritated: "Without the Qi Fortune boost of the Netherworld Flood Dragon Scissors and the true body, there may be more unfavorable changes."
"Hmm?"
The altar suddenly changed, the bloody light strengthened again, and the brilliance flowed, resembling the quality of jade.
Seeing this, the Earth Evil God’s irritable aura calmed down a bit: "Luo Si did well; the blood sacrifice is about to be completed."
"He proved his strength, huh, the other commanders fear responsibility and cannot take on a major task!"
"After this event, he should at least be promoted three ranks."
Mortal World.
White Paper Immortal City battlefield.
The continuously flowing Black Water converges into mountains, supporting the entire Immortal City.
The Yin Soldiers’ army, though great in number, showed no progress in attacking the Immortal City from below.
Xie Sichao’s face was gloomy: "Damn! This White Paper Immortal City Lord calculates deeply, actually using the South City Gate to set a trap, causing too many losses for our army’s strong fighters."
"Without these people, how can we break the formation?"
Luo Si remained expressionless, quietly observing the battlefield.
Dead Bone Giant Spirit climbed Black Water Mountain, with the constantly flowing water beneath its feet dragging it down continuously. Even when it climbed halfway up, Tie Guzheng specifically targeted it, gathering strength to knock the giant spirit down.
Dead Bone Giant Spirit couldn’t approach the city wall. Relying solely on those Little Head Ghosts and Skin Stripping Ghosts flying in the air, along with climbing Soul-Dragging Geckos, posed little threat to the city wall.
Bang.
A loud crash, the White Bone Crocodile collided with the city wall, instantly shaking off many cultivators from the wall.
This was the White Bone Crocodile Demon in action, driving his ace demon pet.
On Black Water Mountain, his demon pet was more adaptive, repeatedly showing strong combat power, continuously attacking the city wall, becoming an existence the defenders must pay attention to.
But alone, he was absolutely insufficient.
"Full assault!" Luo Si suddenly ordered.
In the central army tent, many commanders cast puzzled, questioning glances.
But Luo Si had no intention of explaining.
The commanders could only pinch their noses and obediently obey.
Hence, the Yin Soldiers’ army launched a relentless attack on the White Paper Immortal City from all directions simultaneously.
The pressure on city defense surged.
Tie Guzheng, however, was not alarmed but delighted, secretly exclaiming, "The enemy’s tactics are exhausted!"
He feared not a full-scale enemy attack but worried that the opponent might cause trouble. With a full assault, it was a proper defensive battle, which he was proficient in, along with White Paper Immortal City’s considerable geographical advantage.
Without a doubt, the Yin Soldiers’ army is using its weakness to attack the enemy’s strength.
Soldiers clung like ants, arrows rained down, countless spells collided in mid-air, with a few falling into both sides’ formations, causing damage.
"Quick quick quick, replace armor, change talismans!" The cultivators on the city wall sped up their frequency of rotation several times.
They never stopped, without any waiting time after rotation, only seizing every second to recover efficiently.
Tie Guzheng consistently received reports of personnel losses.
He kept a clear calculation in his heart and decisively ordered the deployment of Paperman Puppets.
These Paperman Puppets with Spiritual Wisdom are a feature of White Paper Immortal City and have always been a reserve force in city defense.
Paperman Puppets hurried across the city wall, wielding long weapons made of Talisman Paper, cutting the Yin Soldiers climbing the battlements into pieces. More Yin Soldiers stacked onto their comrades’ fragmented bones, slaughtering Paperman Puppets. A fierce tug-of-war ensued at the wall, vying for a small foothold.
Bone residue, torn paper, blood quickly smeared the previously pristine city walls.
The Yin Soldiers’ army advanced ceaselessly, attacking like waves, each one higher than the last.
The defending force of White Paper Immortal City, individual mana nearly exhausted, consumed various paper talismans and magic artifacts rapidly, with the paper armor growing thinner and the repair speed gradually falling behind the damage pace.
The once pristine white city walls were inch by inch stained, eroded, and occupied by the grim Yin Soldiers.
Even Tie Guzheng, a good general with rich defensive experience, couldn’t help but clench his fingers till they turned white. This scale of casualties, he had never experienced before.
He clenched his teeth and persisted relentlessly.
Finally, when he saw large sections of the city wall overtaken by the Yin Soldiers, he immediately ordered, "Call Wen Ruanyu to action!"
Inside White Paper Immortal City, ink pool.
Wen Ruanyu, after being rescued, had long awakened and was stationed here.
He waited until his mouth was parched, already impatient, finally receiving Tie Guzheng’s order.
"Well!"
His momentum surged, stirring his scholar robe, forcefully clapping his hands on the ink pool’s bricks.
Rumble...
The ink pool violently shook, rising directly, then overturned by Wen Ruanyu’s mana, pouring out all the ink.