The soldiers hid behind the ruins of the ship’s side, looking at their general with exhaustion and even numbness.
That suffocating desperation and agitation was gradually suppressed and sedimented by a deeper, colder force in this silent ceremony.
Luo Si sat firm as iron, seemingly calm on the surface, but his heart was burning, pondering desperately on how to break through the dire straits.
The main battleships were down to just three, and none of them could rival any of the large ships of the White Bone Fleet. The remaining small boats were numerous, but each could only hold up to five people, what good would they be?
As he struggled to find a solution, his gaze pierced the surface of the river, seeing a faint blue light quietly floating in the water.
It turned out to be a school of small fish quietly approaching like fine dust.
Following that, more tiny blue dots lit up one after another, gathering like specks of dust, and their silhouettes became clear in the shadows — it was an endless, layered school of fish!
They quietly churned underwater, their bodies trembling almost imperceptibly, emitting a mysterious blue radiance.
Suddenly, billions of tiny lights swiftly converged to form a roaring and surging blue silver cold river, silently sweeping across the water.
The light stream illuminated the long sunken broken weapons and ship wrecks, lighting up the silent battlefield at the riverbed.
A small fish might seem insignificant like dust, but this moment, the gathering of the fish swirled into a vortex, actually altering the direction of the water flow beneath the river surface, creating a massive spiral undercurrent, like a tornado, becoming a colossal presence!
Luo Si’s heart was shaken, as if struck by a hammer.
A flash of insight pierced through the Divine Sea, breaking open the dim heart’s realm, illuminating the chaotic waters at the bottom of his heart.
"The military forces exhausted, deeply trapped in dire straits, like this valley filled with water, a gorge like a beast’s mouth, capable of devouring all living beings."
"However, the more faced with the abyss, the more scales must hide within the water."
"We are weak like these small fish, silently gathering at the bottom of the abyss... Waiting for the moment the light flickers, the specks of dust unite, coordinating as one, sacrificing life without fear, we too can transform into a torrent."
"The longer the abyss accumulates, the more unstoppable the force to break the waves."
"Once it erupts, it can transform into the strongest abyssal stream, devouring everything!"
The thousands of remnants and broken weapons at the bottom of the river, in the most silent depth, seemed to erupt with shouts once uttered, now reverberating within Luo Si’s Divine Sea.
Luo Si reeled in the line.
On the empty hook, a drop of water fell, returning to the abyss.
The decision was made.
He turned, facing countless pairs of eyes in the water village that were either bewildered, exhausted, or silently hopeful.
Back in the camp, he issued the order, his voice so calm it was almost indifferent: "Abandon the ship."
All were stunned.
Abandon the ship? In this watery deadlock, abandonment was akin to cutting off their own path of survival.
Luo Si’s gaze swept over the three main battleships, scarred and nearly exhausted of Spirit Stones for driving arrays, without a trace of reluctance: "The big ships are useless, just targets. Destroy them, take their refined iron dragon bones, cast spears and arrows. Prepare all remaining small boats and rafts with oil paste and Yin Fire Talismans."
The order was concise, each word heavily weighted.
That night, taking advantage of the pervasive water mist and the slight laxity of the White Bone Fleet due to their apparent advantage, countless small boats set out.
Under the blessing of the military art "Storing Scales by the Abyss," each small boat was like a part of the fish school, tightly cooperating. They followed the current, rising together to attack, sparing no sacrifice, pushing forward relentlessly!
This was the ant overthrow tactic!
Each light boat’s attack was as feeble as being nibbled by ants. But when dozens, hundreds of small attacks erupted simultaneously, it was like the school of fish stirring, forming the undercurrent abyss.
The deadly chaos spread among the massive skeletal battleships! The sharp moan of dragon bones breaking, the crackling of Yin Fire licking the hull, the panicked cries of the crew...
One ship, two ships... several colossal vessels tilted and disintegrated in the dark!
Luo Si led the charge, the soldiers clung to the dike like ants, climbing and winding upward. The fierce sounds of battle tore through the thick water mist, the firelight reflecting off the gorge walls like fiery fire from the netherworld.
The enemy general was both shocked and angry, never having seen such bizarre and cunning tactics, akin to festering sores attached to bones! Witnessing the giant ships suffering one after another, the army morale was in chaos, forcing him to issue the order to retreat. The vast and sinister White Bone Fleet, for the first time, retreated in disarray before the Broken Dragon Gorge.
A battle won, a desperate counterattack!
Victorious and returned, Luo Si was gravely wounded, on the brink of death, carried back to the water village.
The prefect personally penned an edict to praise, further naming the Broken Dragon Gorge where Luo Si fished and gained insight, guarding like the abyss, bestowing upon him a new title more fitting to his current mentality and military art — Abyssal Thought Ghost General!
In allegory to his heart as deep as the abyssal sea, unfathomable, also praising his character as patient and tenacious, accumulating strength and launching, achieving success in one fell swoop!
The thrilling experiences of the past, vividly described, ultimately only condensed into a concise and simple description in his resume.
The scattered gaze collected, Luo Si focused his attention, observing his battle results.
This strike of his could be said to have been long in preparation and carefully planned.
Lin Yuan Xu Lin mobilized the vast majority of Luo Si’s troops, their power terrifying, instantly slaughtering countless Forbidden Army soldiers.
Luo Si’s control was precise and ruthless, with special attention given to the Old Mother of a Hundred Ghosts.
So much so that she hastily mobilized defensive measures, but fell after three breaths under the torrential waves of Lin Yuan Xu Lin!
Over ten thousand troops of the Forbidden Army were also shattered, with a large portion of the formation cleared out in the middle, leaving only remnants at the four edges, all fleeing in terror.
Chaotic, everything was in chaos.
Han Yan trembled violently, shouting in shocked anger, "Luo Si, you traitor!"
Luo Si’s subordinates were both angry and shocked, surrounding him, each wielding weapons and magic treasures: "Luo Si, what on earth is going on? Have you been controlled?"
Luo Si defected at the critical moment, and when he struck, it was earth-shattering! Just one move overturned the entire situation.
Having executed such a shocking move, his face still remained calm, his deep eyes reflecting the sight of the Qing Jiao Army charging at him.
His gaze quietly fixed on Ning Zhuo, and he replied softly, "I also wished for a peaceful parting, but the situation developed as it did, forcing my hand."
"Gentlemen, I apologize."
"I am a good person."
"What the hell?!!" His subordinates were all stunned.
Luo Si suddenly raised his voice, his voice echoing across the entire battlefield, summoning a proclamation.
"The Heavenly Way is clear, the Ghost Law is shining!"
"I follow the firmament to strike at disloyalty, wielding heavenly punishment to cut down rebellion!"
"Lord of Wanchuan, originally receiving the Yin Department’s salary, holding the balance of Wanchuan. Yet, he greedily devours the sky, his Demon Heart obscuring the sun, crimes filling the nether!"
"Firstly: Disorder of Yin and Yang! The Heavenly Ghost perished in ancient times, its remains should return to silence. The Lord of Wanchuan connived bones with filthy soil, cast veins with turbid air, refined them on an altar, attempting to steal the innate!"
"Secondly: Usurping the King’s Order! Bearing the title of Prefect, still unsatisfied with power, he covets the remains of the Heavenly Ghost, committing theft under the guise of a king—Such greed and defilement, even the ghost god spits it out!"
"Thirdly: Sacrificing a City! Under the false pretense of ’Ke Jie’, acting out Blood Food! The million inhabitants of White Paper Immortal City, all turned into firewood for his furnace. The sorrow of the common people, their blood staining the scroll, such demonic deeds, even the Nine Netherworld cannot tolerate!"
"Fourthly: Imprisoning the Dao, Severing Righteousness! The Lord of Water Burial Valley upholding the heavenly mechanisms in peace, his grace to me as profound as renaissance, blessing the nether. The Prefect, relying on power, forces him to obscure the sky, imprisoning his benefactor in the Cold Pool, locking the constellations in the secluded valley! Today I repay with gratitude, how can wolves imprison powerful beings?"
"Now I wield the spear of rebellion, not to betray, but to align with the heavens! You who consider Wanchuan as your private tool, and see myriad ghosts as straw dogs;"
"Dark ruler without a way, yet a righteous lord is in sight, wielding the sword to follow the dragon, redefining the primal order!"
"The heavenly punishment is bright, illuminating my liver and gall! With a clear lord by my side, my blade becomes colder!!"
Luo Si, of course, understood very well the importance of positioning oneself on the right side of moral principles in warfare.
Comrades on both sides:...
Han Yan shook with anger, scolding sharply, "Traitor, shameless to the extreme, you speak with a charming tongue, you deserve death ten thousandfold!"
Ning Zhuo seemed thoughtful.
Sun Lingtong had previously explored the Netherworld alone and encountered Luo Si by the Wangchuan River, receiving help from him.
Therefore, Ning Zhuo knew quite a bit of inside information, including Luo Si being guided by Grey Bone Elder, and so on.
Among everyone present, Ning Zhuo was the first to accept this reality.
Qing Chi: "What did he say?"
Ning Zhuo transmitted thoughts with divine sense: "Ignore it all, attack with full force!"
Qing Chi: "Oh!"
Under the girl’s command, the Qing Jiao Army seized this critical opportunity, charging like a sharp blade, piercing directly into the heart of Luo Si’s troops.
Luo Si’s army, previously having drawn away too much military power, was in severe turmoil, with morale severely declining, becoming weak and exhausted in an instant, suffering heavy casualties, unable to resist effectively.