The river water surged violently in the riverbed, forming monstrous waves three stories high, carrying countless deformed human-faced tadpoles, rushing downstream.

Boom boom boom boom!

The vine platform beneath Wanli Fengdao's feet stretched out, rising slowly from the river like a giant beast lying on the riverbed arching its back.

The swordsman stepped on the vines, charging forward alone.

Around the blade of the long sword in his hand, a misty white gas gradually began to gather.

The white gas seemed to have a life of its own, swimming around the sword body, slowly at first, then faster and faster, expanding with each passing second.

By the time Wanli Fengdao charged to the front of the wave, it had transformed into the size of a millstone, spinning rapidly and stirring up a fierce wind.

"Chop! Wave!"

The swordsman roared and swung his long sword horizontally.

The white aura enveloping his right arm suddenly dispersed, transforming into a long, continuous streak spanning the river, sweeping towards the wave.

[Skill Name: Zhan Lang (Wave Cleave)]

[Type: Combat]

[Level: Excellent]

[Effect: Cuts through waves. Using a bladed weapon, release an arc of sword qi forward. The width, thickness, speed, distance, and lethality of the sword qi are determined by the user's weapon-wielding posture and Ling Neng (spiritual energy) value.]

[Consumption: At least 500 points of Ling Neng]

[Cooldown Time: 1 hour]

[Usage Condition: Ling Neng value is greater than or equal to 500 points and in a fully charged state]

[Note: White waves connect with the sea, and the vast sand stretches endlessly.]

The pale sword qi swept low across the river surface, slammed into the monstrous wave, and ruthlessly tore through the bodies of all the tadpole monsters along the way, even cutting the entire wave from the bottom.

The wave, having lost its support, slowly collapsed forward.

Countless human-faced tadpoles screamed simultaneously, the overlapping cries of infants echoing through the clouds.

The people of Chenzhou on both sides of the river first stared blankly at this scene, then after a moment, they belatedly reacted, their bodies dominated by cold fear.

They cried out and fled in all directions.

On the covered bridge, the crowd surged. The flower-selling girl subconsciously tightened her grip on the flower basket, but was still bumped by the crowded people. The flower basket slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground, several flowers falling out of the bamboo strips.

They were immediately trampled into the mud by countless feet.

"Steady."

A hand reached out, grabbed the wrist of the flower-selling girl who was about to fall, and pulled her up.

She subconsciously looked up.

The young fortune teller had already released her wrist, standing on a long bench on the covered bridge, calmly adjusting the black cloak on his body.

Boom boom boom!

The thousands of vine pillars laid on the riverbed, like hydraulic supports, diagonally pushed the vine platforms downstream and on both sides of the river upward.

Forming an extremely wide fishing net, it inverted from bottom to top, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

The fishing net itself was woven from countless vines of varying thickness, with a slightly larger spindle-shaped node at intervals.

Each spindle contained a hundred brainworms made by bandits and members of the White Lotus Society.

All the brainworms worked together,

Either controlling the vines to contract and expand, changing the size of each hole in the fishing net to filter the river water,

Or making the vines grow barbs to cut the human-faced tadpoles,

Or directly creating vine spears strong enough to break through hard wooden city gates, piercing through the group of deformed monsters.

Wanli Fengdao stood on top of the green vines, holding his long sword in his right hand, taking a swig from his wine pot in his left,

Looking up at the approaching wave, he smirked and swung his sword again,

Releasing slightly smaller arcs of sword qi, constantly cutting apart the deformed monsters.

At the same time, a wooden arrow streaked through the air and suddenly exploded above the fishing net, turning into thousands of wooden fragments, falling downwards.

The defense of the human-faced tadpoles was not very strong, and they suffered heavy losses in a few seconds.

The brainworms hiding in the spindle-shaped nodes controlled the vines, filtering the confirmed dead bodies of the human-faced tadpoles through the holes in the fishing net into the next layer of the fishing net,

Relieving the weight pressure on the fishing net.

Liu Wudai, who was speeding across the rooftops of the riverside houses, also fired an arrow every second, constantly unleashing a rain of arrows,

Cooperating with Wanli Fengdao to slaughter those deformed tadpoles trying to surge to the top of the fishing net and escape their constraints.

But, the number of monsters was simply too large...

They were inexhaustible and impossible to exterminate.

"Hoo..."

Standing on the covered bridge, Li Ang took a deep breath.

Even though he had hidden the engineering worms in the bottom of the Ling River beforehand, making ample preparations,

Controlling and coordinating hundreds of brainworms simultaneously was still an unbearable burden.

The swamp divinity painstakingly accumulated in the divine imprint was evaporating rapidly at a terrifying rate.

Once there was no divine power to support it, the vine trap would collapse instantly, and the human-faced tadpoles would pour out and pounce on Chenzhou.

Then,

Stepping out from the long bench on the covered bridge, Li Ang did not fall into the river—several semi-transparent soldier bees, the color of the sky, dived down from the sky, released hooks, and hooked onto Li Ang's shoulders and arms,

Like wires suspending an actor, they hung him in the air.

Not only that, the soldier bees also released dazzling light, forming a brilliant five-colored circular halo, like a bodhisattva's head halo, behind Li Ang.

In the eyes of ordinary people,

Li Ang, cloaked in black, had a holy Buddha light hanging behind him, walking in the air.

Holy, solemn, powerful.

"People of Chenzhou City, if you still want to live, then recite the name of Ximenzi Daoren in your hearts!"

A magnificent and sonorous voice, transmitted through the soldier bees, resounded in every corner of Chenzhou.

Li Ang floated above the Ling River, his black cloak billowing.

He felt the power of faith gathering from all over Chenzhou City, accumulating from small amounts to large, pointed a finger towards the sky, manipulated the huge fishing net to slowly tighten, and shouted loudly: "Come, net!!"

——————

Ling River, on the multi-storied boat.

After listening to Luo Siyuan's words, a group of cultivators instantly realized the danger.

They didn't have time to digest the huge amount of information in those words, following their rational instinct,

They attacked fiercely, pouring all their magical power toward Luo Siyuan.

The deck of the multi-storied boat was certainly made of special wood by the Wude Guard, extremely strong,

But under the bombardment of numerous spells, it still broke and exploded, caving in and collapsing.

Luo Siyuan, surrounded by a faint light, ignored all the magical attacks.

He just took a few steps to the side, bypassing the collapsing deck.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a peaceful and serene expression appeared on his face that did not provoke hostility.

In a few seconds, the human-faced tadpoles flowing down the river should follow the waterway system in Chenzhou City, killing wantonly, collecting souls, and accumulating energy to awaken the gods.

His master's last wish, his long-cherished wish, could finally be realized.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Luo Siyuan suddenly opened his eyes in disbelief.

"Your next sentence is,"

Zhu Xuemin said coldly, "What's going on."

"What's going on?!"

Luo Siyuan's startled shout overlapped with Zhu Xuemin's cold statement.

His eyes widened, and as the designer and the person with all authority over the Ling River formation, he used his spiritual sense to sense the movement downstream of the Ling River.

The human-faced tadpoles there seemed to be bound by something, being slaughtered efficiently,

And they had not collected any human souls at all.