The Sky-splitting Spears struck the enemies one after another.
"Puff puff puff puff puff——!"
The constant, dense sound of piercing was like a continuous rain.
The spears’ fuzzy midsection suddenly exploded, countless compressed fragments of Talisman Paper sprayed forward, unleashing the Talismans to tear open space, forming a terrifying storm with countless void fragments.
Numerous enemies were riddled by splattered void fragments, like sieves.
The Sky-splitting Spears retracted, leaving only the lower half of the spearhead. But it didn’t matter; thin fragments of Talisman Paper rapidly transferred from the spear shaft to the tip, forming a new spearhead.
The Crescent Moon Great Saber took the lead, cleaving open a great path.
Then, each thrust of the Sky-splitting Spears would instantly annihilate any resisting strong individual.
"Hold them off, block them for me!" An officer glared with bloodshot eyes, yelling desperately to command the battle.
But the Qing Jiao Army was like a giant python, weaving through the vast enemy troops, its edge extremely fierce.
Any who obstructed them would perish on the spot.
The Qing Jiao Army did not come without cost; a few were lost, over a hundred varying in injuries, some light, some serious.
Qing Chi took a deep breath upon witnessing this, suddenly consuming forty percent of her Military Power, strengthening herself, casting spells!
Spell—Withered and Flourishing Fire Ring.
The intense Green Flame burned all over her body, radiating from Qing Chi’s center, forming a massive greenish-blue fire ring.
The green fire brushed against the bodies of Qing Jiao Army soldiers, bringing scorching vitality.
Their wounds rapidly stopped bleeding, new flesh and faintly green skin grew visibly!
Even those paper horses with black blood in their chest had their ghostly green fire blaze suddenly, their Talisman Paper skin became full, their shriveled frames emitted fine buzzing, revealing more vigorous Yin Qi vitality.
When the green fire reached the enemy troops, it was a different scene.
The enemy troops screamed terribly as they burned, flesh withering and carbonizing, then the bones exposed, burned into twisted, dried black charcoal.
Most of the enemy troops’ bodies rapidly shriveled, ultimately reduced to a pile of gray ashes and charred black grease, covered by tattered military armor.
The Qing Jiao Army nearly completely recovered, their morale soared.
Qing Chi breathed heavily a few times, her eyes flashing with spirited light, her fighting will high like a dragon.
Han Yan was dueling with Luo Si.
The former surrounded by raging cold air, countless ice spikes condensing and shooting violently, the assault fierce like a storm.
The latter held a fishing rod, swaying the fishing line to stir waves of spatial ripples, blocking the ice spikes’ attacks with stable footing.
Han Yan snorted coldly, attempting to pressure with words: "Luo Si, how foolish you are!"
"Even if you temporarily entangle me, so what?"
"Don’t forget, your resume is still in Wangchuan Immortal City’s secret vault! From the moment you turned traitor, the order has already been sent back!"
"Perhaps in the next moment, you will be cursed to die."
"Turn back now, forsake darkness for light, maybe you can still spare your life!"
Luo Si’s gaze remained calm and unperturbed, devoid of fear, unwavering, filled with a devotion akin to martyrdom.
He seemed once more facing an abyss, as when he once found himself in despair at Broken Dragon Gorge.
"Han Yan, no need for your reminder, I’m well aware."
"But I trust Grey Bone Elder!"
"The moment I led my army in here, I received his Divine Sense Transmission."
"My wise lord is right before me; I don’t believe I will be easily cursed to death."
Han Yan snorted coldly again: "Relying on outsiders for your life, how foolish!"
Luo Si: "In the past, if not for Grey Bone Elder’s assistance, I wouldn’t possess reason and clarity, would’ve long fallen into ghostdom."
"Since he could save me, why would he harm me?"
"Without his guidance and arrangements throughout the years, how could I Ascend to the Skies?"
Han Yan bellowed in anger: "He’s merely using you!"
"Even if he uses me, harms me, at most my life will be forfeit to him." Luo Si laughed freely.
"Stubborn fool! Prepare to die." Han Yan was thoroughly enraged. He stopped speaking further, pointing towards Luo Si.
Ice Technique—Freezing Killing Line!
A bluish line suddenly shot out, more condensed and robust than when dealing with Ning Zhuoqing earlier!
The ice line, like Yama’s Judge’s Pen, carried lethal killing intent, faster than lightning, aiming at Luo Si’s brow’s Upper Dantian.
Luo Si quickly dodged, moving with astonishing speed.
But Han Yan merely needed to move his finger to lead the path of the ice line, at an even faster pace!
Where the ice line passed, it left clear frost-white freeze marks trailing in the air, lingering long.
Luo Si realized he couldn’t evade, his wrist gripping the fishing rod trembled suddenly, the Hook of Three Lifetimes at the end of the line vanished!
Ding!
A crisp sound reached its pinnacle, like ice crystals shattering within a glazed cup.
The Hook of Three Lifetimes appeared inside Han Yan’s body.
Luo Si sharply raised the rod.
Han Yan sneered coldly, "My Han Yan Spirit Body has long been refined to have no regular weaknesses, futile... uh."
In the next moment, his sneer froze, then was swiftly replaced by a look of shock.
The Hook of Three Lifetimes carried a large chunk of his mana, vitality, spirit, and more, leaving his body and piercing through the sky.
Han Yan pushed his defenses to the limit at this instant.
But the attack of the hook and the fishing line was remarkably peculiar, rendering his usual defensive methods entirely ineffective!
Luo Si was struck by the Freezing Killing Line, turning his entire left arm into an ice stick.
Han Yan’s smoky body was noticeably thinning, with his aura dropping by thirty percent.
The two clashed fiercely, unable to determine superiority, each achieving some battle results!
They continued their battle, fighting from mid-air to the ground, then back from the ground to the skies.
The more Han Yan fought, the more anxious he became.
He had initially thought that without military power augmentation, Luo Si, this military family cultivator’s combat prowess might be noteworthy, but certainly wouldn’t match his strength.
After battling through a dozen rounds, he completely overturned his previous assumptions, unable to hide his shock: "Without military power augmentation, he is this formidable. If he had military power, how many rounds could I withstand under his hands?"
"No!"
"I must strike him down, giving it my all!"
Ice Technique—Eternal Ice Prison!
He pressed his hands in the air, unleashing a surge of Nascent Soul Level mana mixed with military power.
Han Yan’s body expanded violently, transforming into a cold current that sacrificed himself to rush towards Luo Si.
Wherever it passed, the space instantly froze.
Luo Si swiftly retreated, but the cold current dispersed and flanked from behind, enveloping and engulfing him.
Ultimately, the cold current turned into ice, immense like a mountain, sealing Luo Si within the heart of the mountain.
The Ice Mountain trembled slightly, emanating Han Yan’s cold laughter: "Luo Si, dying under my strongest trump card is honor enough."
But in the next moment, surrounding Luo Si’s frozen body, a barely perceptible fishing line exerted its force continuously.
It swam through the ice layers like a spirit snake, ignoring the frozen space.
Wangchuan Guiding Line!
The fishing line pierced the ice layer, probing an end out of the Ice Mountain.
Luo Si’s figure abruptly disappeared from his original position, only to reappear at the forefront of the fishing line.
Without giving Han Yan a chance to change tactics, Luo Si grabbed the fishing line tightly and pulled fiercely outward.
Fishing Skill—Life Fishing!
Han Yan screamed in agony, his entire Ice Mountain suddenly collapsed, breaking into millions of ice blocks and fragments.
Endless ice fragments reverted to terrifying cold air.
The cold air gathered, attempting to regain a humanoid form, but kept rolling turbulently, unable to stabilize.
Moments later, it emitted a sizzling sound, like morning mist under sunlight, and completely dissipated.
Han Yan, fallen!
Luo Si’s complexion was deathly pale, severely injured, his breath plummeting.
Slowly descending to the ground, he could only spread out the fishing line around him for an emergency rest and healing.
The Qing Jiao Army had already slaughtered Luo Si’s unit into a rout.
Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi, Qing Yan, and others were all utterly exhausted, their mana and physical strength nearly depleted.
The condition of the other comrades was even more severe.
They had no choice; they were only a few hundred people, while the opponents were truly too numerous. The Qing Jiao Army was strong, fighting a snake swallowing an elephant scenario, constantly unleashing their full strength in combat, fearing that the enemy army would recover and reorganize.
Even if only a portion regrouped, it would be a tough bone to chew, causing significant losses to the Qing Jiao Army.
Fortunately, the entire army was dedicated, united as one, Ning Zhuo repeatedly launched solo attacks, and Qing Chi displayed astounding battlefield intuition, snuffing out each budding attempt to organize.
Huff, huff, huff...
Ning Zhuo breathed heavily, Qing Chi was drenched in sweat.
They achieved astonishing battle results, but their endurance had reached its limit.
If the battle continued, not to mention the enemy, their own side would collapse first.
"Oh no!" Ning Zhuo turned back, his expression tensed.
Luo Si’s part was alright, already thoroughly defeated. But the Forbidden Army part lacked a second Qing Jiao Army to suppress, and they had already formed organized remnants.