The current state of the Qing Jiao Army is akin to eggs smashing against rocks if they were to clash head-on with them.
"Now is not the time for saving resources."
"Qing Chi, stop worrying about military resource consumption and use that move!"
Ning Zhuo reminded aloud.
"Alright." Qing Chi immediately took action.
Military Art - Money Ghost!
The soldiers exploded with a bright light in Qing Chi’s Divine Sea.
A huge amount of pre-prepared military supplies flowed down like a flood, at one, three, five, eight-tenths!
With sharp instincts, Qing Chi directly expended eight-tenths of the stored military supplies from the soldiers, unleashing astonishing power.
Many ghosts, under the illumination of the Military Art, just like Luo Si, immediately rebelled and became Qing Chi’s underlings.
Qing Chi bled from his seven apertures, arduously sustaining and issuing military orders.
These ghosts gathered together, forming a massive tide, engulfing the remaining Forbidden Army.
With this, the great battle came to a close.
"Who would have thought we actually won!"
"Did we really kill them?"
The entire Qing Jiao Army gradually realized, all were astonished and incredulous at their own achievements.
During the fierce battle before, they were under immense psychological pressure, as the enemy forces were far stronger and larger than their own.
Unexpectedly, from Luo Si’s betrayal onwards, the battle situation evolved into something bizarre, and the final result was astonishing!
"No wonder Senior Gray Bone took care of me, instructing me to focus on collecting these ghosts while commanding the Mortal World army and bringing them back." Luo Si took a moment to rest, stabilizing his injuries, slowly flying in front of the Qing Jiao Army.
He faced Ning Zhuo, clasping his fists, "Subordinate Luo Si, pays respects to the young lord."
For a moment, countless surprised and curious gazes turned towards Luo Si and Ning Zhuo.
Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo) was merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, yet managed to make a great cultivator at the Nascent Soul Level voluntarily submit. The key point is, he was originally an enemy general who defected in battle.
Although Luo Si had brought pain and casualties to the White Paper Immortal City before, the entire Qing Jiao Army had to admit: if it weren’t for Luo Si’s defection, they would surely have faced certain doom!
From this perspective, Luo Si was their savior.
Laoqing Jiao Army comrades had died during the defense of the White Paper Immortal City.
For a while, the soldiers of the Qing Jiao Army felt quite complex emotions.
Jiao Ma’s father was so thrilled that his lips were trembling slightly.
He had long suspected his son’s identity.
Understanding one’s own child best, plus spending day and night together, how could he not recognize his son’s level?
But life, it has a truth, that rarity is a blessing!
Why be serious?
Whether it’s Jiao Ma or not, such a Jiao Ma, is the most beneficial for the whole Jiao Family!
For the benefit of the entire Jiao Family, Jiao Ma’s father had long invested all vigorous members into the White Paper Immortal City camp. Only the elderly, weak, and disabled were dispersed from the Yin Tide Black Swamp.
For the sake of the family, including himself, could be sacrificed.
Why couldn’t his son Jiao Ma be sacrificed?
Naturally, he was also within the scope of sacrifice!
Only sacrificing Jiao Ma alone, exchanged for such huge gains. Although secretly grieving, Jiao Ma’s father was also joyous.
He was not just a father, but also the head of a clan!
With such a "Jiao Ma," the Jiao Family had profited greatly!
Now, witnessing with his own eyes an enemy Nascent Soul-level general defecting and bowing.
Jiao Ma’s biological father was about to faint from happiness!
He couldn’t comprehend it, felt like everything was a dream, bizarre.
"Does it matter if I can’t comprehend it?"
"This is reality!"
He secretly pinched his thigh, hurting his teeth and grinning, shouting in his heart, "Even if it’s more bizarre, having the Prefect pay homage wouldn’t be impossible."
The Qing Jiao Army mainly comprised of two families.
Jiao Ma’s biological father’s attitude represented the Jiao Family’s division.
While the cultivators of the Qing Family of the Ghost Clan had more complex emotions.
At this time, Qing Chi exclaimed, breaking the silence: "Oh my heavens, Little Ma, you are amazing!"
"You’re truly something, Jiao Ma!"
Jiao Ma’s biological father shifted his gaze to Qing Chi, sighing in his heart: "Ah... this silly girl is still the same."
"But, this is happiness too."
Qing Yan opened his mouth to speak but eventually said nothing.
Ning Zhuo, however, looked towards those recruited ghosts.
Among the ghosts were not only Luo Si’s division but also several Ghost Kings meticulously nurtured by the Hundred Ghost Mother.
Ning Zhuo gazed upwards, sighing: "Lord of Wangchuan goes against heaven, audaciously attempting the blood sacrifice of White Paper Immortal City. I am favored by the lifespan of Heaven of the Mortal World, a variable in this catastrophe, a calamity for Lord of Wangchuan."
"I have long been determined to save the world from chaos."
He lowered his head to look at Luo Si: "Luo Si, you can assist me, forsaking darkness for light, I must thank you!"
Luo Si received the gift, stood straight, with calm eyes: "Though I died in the Mortal World and became a ghost, I have always yearned for the light."
"It’s all thanks to Senior Gray Bone, who began painstakingly plotting and scheming a hundred years ago."
"Without his guidance, I wouldn’t have met you, Lord."
Ning Zhuo nodded, sighing again: "Indeed. Once I break Lord of Wangchuan’s sinister plot, I will certainly pay respects to this esteemed senior!"
With Luo Si’s allegiance, the battle here was concluded!
The Qing Jiao Army achieved a complete victory.
The real big winner, naturally, was not Qing Chi, nor the Jiao Family, but Ning Zhuo.
Unexpectedly gaining the allegiance of a Nascent Soul-level general, Ning Zhuo himself was endlessly surprised.
But he knew well, next he would face the strongest foe of his life, only able to suppress this joy, scheme the next move.
He focused his gaze behind the formation that had been guarded by the Forbidden Army, where there was a towering, deep black cloud wall.