At this moment, Yin Yang was like a chef, and the altar was his stove. He was frantically cooking at the front, while the heroic spirits behind him ate until they were stuffed to the brim.
For some reason, even though they were full, these heroic spirits refused to leave. Instead, they became increasingly solid.
Yin Yang didn't mind. As long as his spirituality continued to grow, it was fine.
At the front, the blade-wielding ghost and the Headless Ghost acted like cutting machines, severing countless black silk threads, which were then delivered to the altar by the lantern-carrying ghost.
On the altar, Yin Yang sacrificed these 'spoils of war' to the spirits behind him.
Occasionally, they encountered troublesome meat mountains that were difficult to handle.
When that happened, the Red-Haired Ghost in the sky would perform a precision kill!
The efficiency of this team was simply incredible.
As they advanced, wails of agony and shouts of anger rang out in Yin Yang’s ears.
Borrowing the Red-Haired Ghost’s vision, he looked in that direction and saw a tide of black tentacles attacking a temporary camp.
Unlike the ones attacking Yin Yang, the black tentacles attacking the camp seemed to possess intelligence. Not only did they use strategy, but they also used the mouths of the corpses to communicate with the people.
Yin Yang looked closely and recognized that the people in the camp were from Great Qi; after all, their uniform colors were completely different from those of Great Wei.
He had no intention of stepping forward to help. Even if they were from Great Wei, he wouldn't have bothered.
He preferred to respect individual destiny—unless it was someone he knew or one of his believers.
But perhaps because he had killed too many black thread tentacles, he was discovered.
A tide of black tentacles surged toward him!
The sheer volume of tentacles was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
Without a second thought, Yin Yang decisively terminated his dance. He reclaimed all the sacrifices he had given to the heroic spirits and instead sacrificed them to himself.
At the same time, he shouted,
“Blade-wielding ghost!”
“Liberation!”
Back when Yin Yang had liberated the lantern-carrying ghost, he had needed the entire Li family as a backup power source; otherwise, he would have been sucked dry in an instant.
But now, he was already at Sequence 6 and had reclaimed three of his internal organs.
With his own ‘power,’ he could sustain it for a while, not to mention there was a ready-made power source right here to keep him charged.
Boom!!!
A surging baleful aura erupted from the blade-wielding ghost. The black thread tentacles nearest to it collapsed instantly, as if shredded by thousands of invisible blades.
The baleful aura swirled around the blade-wielding ghost, forming hideous, roaring faces that gradually solidified, clinging to its body like armor.
The blade-wielding ghost swung its blade, accompanied by the wails of countless ghosts.
The moment the black threads ‘heard’ the sound, their movements became sluggish.
As soon as the tentacles touched the blade’s edge, they turned into ash.
However, if anyone were to pick up the ash and examine it closely, they would find it wasn't ash at all, but microscopic dust that had been cut to the exact same size.
This was one of the blade-wielding ghost’s abilities!
Sharpness!
It seemed ordinary and simple, but it was exceptionally effective in practice.
With just a single swing, a massive gap was carved into the tide of black tentacles!
The scene was incredibly shocking, possessing a violent beauty akin to ‘parting the sea with a single strike.’
The ghost looked magnificent.
Yin Yang, however, was as pale as a sheet.
He had still somewhat overestimated himself, or rather, overestimated the energy within these black tentacles.
The energy gained from sacrificing them was simply not enough to cover the blade-wielding ghost’s consumption. Furthermore, the heroic spirits behind him were still waiting to be fed, creating a deficit.
“And they call this an evil god!”
Yin Yang complained silently in his heart. He then switched to a different dance, increasing the frequency and quality of the sacrifices in hopes of allowing the blade-wielding ghost to hold out a little longer.
The blade-wielding ghost also knew time was tight. Without a moment's pause, it charged directly into the black tentacles, ferociously carving a path!
Everywhere it passed was instantly turned into a vacuum. The Headless Ghost was ‘bewildered,’ yet it followed regardless.
The lantern-carrying ghost remained silent, simply carrying the altar forward.
...
“The intensity of their attacks has decreased!”
“Hold on! As long as we hold on, there is still hope!”
In the temporary camp, the commander roared at the top of his lungs.
His eyes were wide and bloodshot, his voice raspy.
This camp had originally been garrisoned by nearly two thousand men, but now, fewer than three hundred remained alive.
The numbers were horrifying.
So horrifying that his desire to survive was no longer about reuniting with his family, but about finding the culprit and taking them down with him!
“Hold on! With a disturbance this large, our people won't have failed to notice. It won't be long before high-sequence transcendents arrive with sealed objects. Hold on!!!”
Whoosh!
Just as he said this, two black thread tentacles shot toward him.
Fortunately, the adjutant beside him reacted quickly, pulling him away and swinging a blade in a counterattack.
Because of that pull, the commander noticed something.
He pointed toward the distant mountaintop with excitement.
“Reinforcements are here!!!”
The adjutant instinctively looked in that direction, but the surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn't see a thing. Where were the reinforcements?
But in the next moment, he saw a brilliant flash of blade light!
By that light, he saw many things.
For instance, the tentacles turning into ash, and a fleeting glimpse of an altar behind them!
The blade light was like a bolt of lightning, gone in a flash. He had to concentrate with all his might, wanting to know if the newcomers were on their side.
The commander, however, didn't care about any of that and continued to shout.
“Reinforcements are here!”
“Reinforcements are here!!!”
He knew very well that what the soldiers needed most right now was hope, even if it was a false one.
At his words, the soldiers indeed grew more spirited, resisting with even greater effort!
Yin Yang, meanwhile, had no idea that he had become a savior in the eyes of these soldiers.
...
Great Wei Camp.
Mr. Yuan’s expression looked as if he wanted to eat someone alive.
“Kidnapped? Since when!”
“An... an hour or so ago.”
“Why was I not informed?”
“We already sent word up, but they couldn't find you.”
Hearing this explanation, Mr. Yuan nearly ground his teeth to powder.
He looked at the darkness outside the camp, his head spinning.
The probability of an ordinary person surviving under these conditions was far too low.
It had been a long time since he had found such a talented youth. He had intended to take him as a disciple and groom him as a successor, yet he hadn't expected that after being gone for only two hours, his disciple would be kidnapped.
At the thought, Mr. Yuan clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to restrain the urge to charge out.
The black tentacles outside looked intimidating, but that was only for ordinary transcendents. For a Demigod like him, they were nothing to worry about.
But who knew what was hiding in the darkness?
There were still so many people in the camp; he had to coordinate with Chen Ang to protect as many as possible.
“Great Qi!”
Mr. Yuan turned and walked out, his expression murderous.
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