Watching the human army locked in a fierce battle with the Ghost Clan, the three thousand disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, led by the old quasi-king Zhang Qingze, soared into the sky. He addressed his disciples, "Use the Dew of Salvation spell to dispel the ghostly miasma and heal our human army's wounds."
Following his command, the Taoists chanted in unison: "Alas, suffering in the burning heat of the endless night in the three realms, fire erupts from the throat, constantly thinking of hunger and thirst. May one sprinkle of the Dew of Salvation bring coolness like heat, may the second sprinkle of the water of the Dharma realm revive the souls and spirits, and may the third sprinkle of compassionate water moisten all beings."
A light rain began to fall from the sky. As the raindrops landed on the human soldiers, they transformed into healing spiritual springs, not only mending their wounds slightly but also drawing out the ghostly energy from their bodies, causing it to dissipate into nothingness as wisps of black mist.
Upon contact with the rain, the Ghost Clan creatures writhed in agony as if doused in sulfuric acid. Those with strength below the Golden level, being weaker, were directly dissolved by the rainwater.
Observing the effectiveness of the Dew of Salvation spell, the old quasi-king Zhang Qingze smiled with satisfaction. Noticing the remaining Ghost Clan forces in the battlefield were still powerful, he quickly instructed his disciples, "Prepare the Golden Light spell to suppress the Ghost Clan."
The three thousand Taoists moved in perfect unison, drawing their swords, igniting talismans, and stepping on the Big Dipper constellation as they recited the Golden Light Divine Mantra:
"Heaven and Earth, profound and mysterious, the root of all myriad energies.
Cultivating through countless eons, to attain my divine abilities.
Within and beyond the three realms, only the Dao reigns supreme.
My body is imbued with golden light, enveloping and protecting me.
Invisible to the eye, inaudible to the ear.
Encompassing heaven and earth, nurturing all living beings.
Recite ten thousand times, and your body will radiate light.
The three realms attend, the Five Emperors escort.
Ten thousand spirits pay homage, commanding the thunder.
Ghosts and demons lose courage, spirits and monsters vanish.
Within lies the thunder, the hidden name of the thunder god.
Penetrating wisdom, intermingling, the five energies surge.
Golden light, appear swiftly, protect the true man. Hasten as the law commands."
The three thousand disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion transformed into thirty thousand dazzling beams of golden light, directly suppressing the Ghost Clan's strength by more than thirty percent. In an instant, the human soldiers' morale soared, their battle cries echoed, and they began to cleave through the Ghost Clan's formations. Victory was now only a matter of time.
Lin Zhan, along with the members of the Huaxia team, watched the intense battle unfolding below, pacing anxiously. "I say, brothers, are we here just for sightseeing? It seems like there's nothing for us to do."
Ying Xuan rolled his eyes. "What's wrong, Old Lin? Do you want to go down there and join the fray? Look how fierce those Taoist priests from Old Zhang's sect are. If we went down, it would be useless, no great help."
Lin Zhan recalled the Black Dragon King's instructions to kill more descendants of kings from both races, but now it seemed there was no opportunity to intervene. Thinking that not taking advantage was like losing, Lin Zhan's gaze locked onto the Ghost Clan's central camp, a sly grin on his face. "There must be some big fish in there."
He then turned to Zhang Haoran and the others. "Old Zhang, can you and your brothers draw talismans? Ones that are a bit more potent."
Zhang Haoran nodded. "Are you kidding? A Taoist who can't draw talismans isn't a proper Taoist."
Hearing this, Lin Zhan's expression turned serious. "Even if you can draw talismans, I don't see anything 'proper' about you."
Lin Zhan then led them to a nearby elevated position, the closest spot to the Ghost Clan's central camp.
Lin Zhan summoned Xiao Jin, Xiao Hei, and Xiao Bao. "Bao, later, create a thick iron sphere. Then, Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei, inject lightning and water elements into Xiao Bao's iron sphere in the proportion of the Xuanwu Cannon. I'll use lightning to stabilize Xiao Jin."
He then turned to Zhang Haoran and his fellow disciples. "And Old Zhang, you brothers, quickly draw talismans. I'll give you 30 seconds. Draw whatever talisman has the most power."
Everyone nodded and quickly got to work. Under Lin Zhan's command, Xiao Bao created a massive, thick iron sphere with a diameter of 5 meters.
Lin Zhan then instructed Xiao Jin and Xiao Hei to inject lightning and water elements into the iron sphere. Lin Zhan also rapidly increased the input of lightning elements to act as a membrane, stabilizing the raging elements injected by the two smaller companions.
Seeing Lin Zhan nod, Zhang Haoran and the others quickly inscribed the Ghost Slaying Talisman and the Five Thunder Talisman onto the iron sphere.
Ying Xuan, leading the rest, had already retreated a hundred meters. He looked at Lin Zhan's creation with fear. "What kind of stimulation did Old Lin get? If this thing explodes, not even our ancestors could save us."
Leng Shan swallowed. "What Old Lin is making is too unstable. Judging by its size, if it goes off, even someone at the Diamond peak would be blasted into ashes."
The others trembled and nodded. Meanwhile, the strangely imaginative brothers He Dazhuang and He Er Zhuang were whispering to each other. "Brother, who do you think Old Lin is going to get to detonate such a massive firecracker?"
He Dazhuang replied to He Er Zhuang, "Isn't it Old He himself, or maybe he'll trick that divine stick Zhang? Who else could it be?"
He Er Zhuang agreed with a nod. "That must be it. Regardless of who goes, they'll surely achieve eternal fame. Fortunately, I still have the funeral couplets and the like from last time. It'll be convenient to use them again."
He Dazhuang looked at He Er Zhuang with surprise. "Oh my, my brother, your brain is amazing! This time, all these things are ready-made, saving a lot of money on the funeral. It's a pity that the large coffin made of golden silk from last time was smashed by that big black turtle, otherwise, either of them could use it after renaming it."
The conversation between the Dazhuang brothers was clearly heard by the other team members. They exchanged glances and, with great understanding, shuffled aside, intending to distance themselves from these two dimwits.
"These bastards actually carry such things around with them. What's wrong? Is it no longer profitable to rob houses and commit arson, or is kidnapping and extortion not earning money? Based on what your brothers are saying, it seems they plan to offer a full package for the end of a happy life, and it's exclusively for their own brothers."
Ying Xuan muttered to himself, "They even want to rename a coffin so anyone can use it. Why didn't Old Lin beat you two turtle-hatchlings to death? When the time comes, the coffin lid will be renamed for you two."
On the other side, Lin Zhan finally finished assembling his integrated bomb. However, the master of the Lin household was stumped. "How am I supposed to get this thing over there?"
Then, Lin Zhan looked at Zhang Haoran with a sinister grin. "Old Zhang ah..."
Before Lin Zhan could finish, Zhang Haoran and a few of his junior brothers vanished instantly. "Damn it, I knew this Old Black Lin was not human. He's really set his sights on us. Who's going to detonate that thing? Whoever goes will die."
Seeing that only his three spirit pets remained by his side, Lin Zhan had to seek their opinion. "Brothers, Zhang Haoran, that idiot, discovered my plan and got scared. How should we get this massive thing over there?"
Xiao Jin said, "Don't worry, boss. We'll handle it."
Then, Xiao Bao began scratching calculations on the ground with its claws and said, "45 degrees forward, projection distance 4200 meters, wind speed level 4, southeast wind, force 800 Newtons, rope length 15 meters."
Then, Xiao Jin wrapped itself around the large iron sphere. Xiao Hei stood on its hind legs, grabbed Xiao Jin's tail with its front paws, spun it a few times, and then Xiao Jin released the iron sphere.
Lin Zhan's integrated bomb then flew perfectly towards the Ghost Clan's central camp.