Liang Fang’s appearance filled Liang Lin with renewed confidence.
“Brother, kill him and earn merit for His Majesty.”
“Alright! Kill!”
With that, Liang Fang raised his twin hammers and charged.
Liang Lin raised his long saber, attacking from the side, with ghostly soldiers advancing behind him.
At that moment, without a second thought, I circulated my Qiankun Qi.
Everyone unleashed their strongest cultivation at that instant.
Old Mo had already activated the Divine Summoning Art and downed medicinal wine, while Xiao Yao activated the Heavenly Gang Fire Technique.
Both charged forward.
Upon the first exchange, terrifying auras descended.
I was relatively fine, but Old Mo and Xiao Yao were nearly crushed.
“Bang bang bang…”
A fierce battle erupted, ripples of True Qi continuously radiating outwards.
Qing Dai and Master were at the forefront, blocking the main offensive, while we provided support from the flanks.
The opponent’s assault was incredibly powerful. Qing Dai and Master, wielding the Ghost King Blade, were forced back, let alone us.
However, this did not mean we were at a disadvantage.
At this moment, I had already accumulated Yin and Yang Qi.
Seizing the opportunity, I unleashed my most potent secret technique.
With a raised sword, I struck at Liang Fang.
“Heaven and Earth Without Limit, Qiankun Without Law!”
“Boom!”
A beam of sword light descended. Even facing a Human King level existence, with the augmentation of my Qiankun Qi and the Extinction character technique, he dared not underestimate me.
With one sword strike, I forced Liang Lin to retreat sharply.
Liang Fang hastily dodged…
As a result, Uncle-Master and Old Mo attacked Liang Fang simultaneously from another direction.
Old Mo wielded a giant axe, and Uncle-Master held a broadsword, roaring:
“Lightning Law, Five Thunders!”
Both were in the Divine Summoning state and had drunk medicinal wine. Even so, their strength was no match for the Ghost General Liang Fang. However, Uncle-Master and Old Mo’s strength lay in their extreme spiritual roots, both being of the Metal element, combined with the potent power of lightning techniques.
“Bang!”
“Crackling sparks flew and exploded. Although it did not significantly harm Liang Fang, it threw him into a state of panic.
But that was not all. Xiao Yao, though the weakest in strength, spat out a mouthful of blood towards Liang Fang.
“Pfft…
Xiao Yao possessed the Heavenly Gang Fire Body, making her impervious to evil. Even her blood could incinerate malevolent spirits.
The moment her blood splattered, coupled with Liang Fang’s continuous dodging, his left arm was tainted.
Yet, this mere contact caused him to cry out in agony.
“Ah!”
Subsequently, flames erupted from his left arm.
Uncle-Master and Qing Dai did not miss such an opportunity, pressing their attack with speed, granting him no respite.
Before Liang Lin, who had been pushed back, could advance, the once imposing Liang Fang was already struggling to cope.
Seeing this, Liang Lin naturally wished to help.
However, at that moment, I hurled a Divine Fire Talisman at him.
“Hurry as the law dictates,敕!”
“Boom!”
The talisman's fire burned, its scorching heat preventing him from advancing rashly.
Liang Fang’s left arm continued to erupt with flames, more and more of it burning, spreading towards his head.
With no other recourse, he was forced to smash off his own arm as he retreated.
Now one-armed, he was even less of a match for Master and Qing Dai.
Within three exchanges, he was wounded by Master’s saber.
And pierced through the chest by Qing Dai’s sword.
Old Mo and Uncle-Master descended from the sky, their lightning techniques aimed directly at his head.
If struck, he would undoubtedly perish.
Liang Fang was fierce indeed, a Human King level Ghost General.
He roared at Uncle-Master and Old Mo.
“Ah…”
A surge of black energy erupted, sending Uncle-Master and Old Mo flying.
I was panting heavily, but I mustered my strength, swiftly forming a sword finger:
“Heaven and Earth Without Limit, Qiankun Borrowing Law,敕!”
With two swift sounds, the peach wood swords flew from my sword bag, targeting Liang Fang.
He had smashed away the first with his hammer, but now one-armed, he couldn't evade the second.
He could only watch as the peach wood sword shot towards his head.
“No…”
“Bang.”
His head exploded, and his body dissipated into black mist.
Liang Fang, the so-called invincible general, died by my hand today.
Concurrently, the talismanic fire extinguished. The other Liang Lin, witnessing this, was utterly stunned.
“Brother Fang!”
“Your turn!”
Uncle-Master snorted coldly.
Master, impatient, launched another attack.
My energy was depleted, and I continuously poured rejuvenating elixirs into my mouth. I also took medicinal wine from Old Mo and drank half a bottle.
I no longer cared about the side effects; survival was paramount.
Only victory would allow us to live. Everything else was secondary.
Liang Fang was dead, and only three other Ghost Generals remained. None could save him.
Liang Lin was forced into a constant retreat, drawing closer to the altar.
He simultaneously ordered the surrounding ghostly soldiers to intercept us.
However, under Master’s Ghost King Blade and Qing Dai’s ferocious assault, their efforts seemed futile.
Soon, Liang Lin was trapped again, with nowhere left to retreat.
Unable to stand alone, within thirty exchanges, he could no longer resist and was heavily injured.
His soul force began to wane.
Knowing he was outmatched, he looked up towards the altar behind him, pleading for help:
“Your Majesty, your subordinate can no longer hold on.”
But Wang Mang, standing on the altar, did not even glance at him.
Instead, the Grand Preceptor holding a staff spoke in a hoarse voice:
“General, sacrificing yourself for His Majesty is also a demonstration of loyalty. The great formation is about to be activated; your sacrifice will not be in vain.”
Upon hearing this, Liang Lin’s blood ran cold.
He looked at us again, roaring:
“Ah!”
He raised his long saber and charged in a desperate fight.
Killing this Liang Lin was almost a foregone conclusion.
However, the Grand Preceptor’s words earlier had sparked many suspicions in my mind.
“The great formation is about to be activated?”
What formation?
With this thought, I looked towards the distant altar.
I noticed thick black mist billowing from the altar.
The runes surrounding the altar were emitting a faint glow.
Although I did not know the altar’s purpose, it was certainly no good.
“Qing Dai, Master, we must go to that altar. That Ghost Emperor is up to something, and it’s definitely not good.”
I spoke quickly, making my assessment.
Master saw my intention and called out:
“Fourteen Ghosts, to the altar.”
As Master spoke, the Fourteen Ghosts, engaged in the chaotic melee, soared into the sky, flying towards the altar.
Many evil spirits tried to block them midway, but these fourteen ghost messengers were all fierce and brutal.
Their weapons continuously struck, shattering obstacles.
Moreover, the powerful figures of the Demonic Cult forces were largely tied up.
Consequently, four of the Fourteen Ghosts managed to reach the altar.
The result was that the demonic Taoist holding the staff soared into the sky and engaged the four ghosts.
One against four, he held his ground.
On our side, we launched a full-scale assault on Liang Lin.
He was now retreating steadily, almost crippled.
Finally, Qing Dai wounded him with a sword strike, exposing an opening.
Master followed with a saber strike, cleaving his shoulder.
Fear flashed across Liang Lin’s face.
He was powerless to resist and looked back at the Demonic Emperor Wang Mang on the altar.
“Your… Your Majesty, save… save me.”
However, the Demonic Emperor paid him no mind, not even moving an eyelid.
At that moment, Liang Lin fell into complete despair.
He could only use his hand to hold back Master’s blade.
But at the same time, Uncle-Master charged forward in a frenzy:
“Die!”
As he spoke, his giant sword descended from the air.
“Boom!” Amidst a flash of lightning, Liang Lin was killed, his soul scattered.
Thus, Master’s revenge was achieved.
“Master, I have avenged you!”
Uncle-Master shouted, his voice filled with emotion.
My Master also shouted:
“Master, we have killed Liang Lin. The karma is now settled.”
While Master and Uncle-Master were celebrating,
The Demonic Emperor Wang Mang on the altar, a faint sneer touched his lips.
He showed no anger at the death of his subordinate; instead, he seemed to mock us.
But at that very moment, another ghost messenger broke through the cordon and headed straight for the altar.
Following that, he, suspended in mid-air, shouted in terror to Master below:
“Sir, something is wrong! They are activating a wicked formation, and it is almost complete.”
As soon as the ghost messenger finished speaking,
Before we could make any decisions,
A muffled “boom” echoed from the distance of the valley.
The sound was tremendous, like thunder.
Everyone turned their heads, only to see a beam of red light erupting from outside the valley, piercing the clouds.
Before anyone could react, a second beam of red light shot skyward.
Then a third, a fourth, a fifth…
Along the valley, a total of eighteen beams of red light pierced the sky.
A strange aura began to spread through the air.
“What is this?”
“What’s happening?”
“The altar, it’s the altar.”
“What is that demon king doing?”
“…”
Everyone became restless.
But at this moment, the Demonic Emperor burst into laughter:
“The time has come! I shall, attain immortality, hahahaha…”
With that, he reached out towards the ghost messenger reporting to us in mid-air.
The ghost messenger was instantly pulled towards him. Helpless, the Emperor grabbed him by the neck.
“Let, let me go…”
But in the next second, the Demonic Emperor squeezed, and the ghost messenger instantly exploded, his soul vanishing.