Boom!
Golden radiance pierced through the dark heavens, sunlight bathing the earth, as tens of thousands of demons and ghosts disintegrated into ashes on the spot.
This single blow obliterated at least hundreds of thousands of ghosts.
However, when compared to the incomprehensible magnitude of the ghostly army, this was rely a drop in the ocean.
"It's really happening?"
The Taishi Demon Emperor froze montarily.
It wasn't that he feared Song Lin; if the guy dared to co, then so be it. After all, the army of ghosts here was imasurable—no matter how many opponents ca, it'd rely be a futile act of sacrifice.
Not to ntion, Song Lin wasn't in Kunlun anymore. Without the blessing of Kunlun Heaven, wasn't Song Lin now nothing but a toy for the Taishi Demon Emperor to manipulate at will?
Even with the Moyu Qilin added into the mix, things might turn slightly trickier for him, but rescuing the Moyu Qilin? Impossible!
Absurd!
The Taishi Demon Emperor stood tall in the clouds, surrounded by mountains that coalesced into an enormous peak. The sheer oppressive presence was overwhelming; even those with shallow Taoist Realms couldn't bear to look without their Divine Thought trembling uncontrollably.
The mountain stood nearly ninety thousand feet tall, and with every slightest movent, it triggered earthquakes. Around him swirled tens of thousands of demons and ghosts. At that mont, the Taishi Demon Emperor felt himself to be the Divine King, one who controlled the rotation of the sun and moon.
Suddenly, the dark clouds parted, and the Donghua Immortals arrived riding the clouds.
The armies of demon-kind numbered ten thousand strong.
The coalition forces of Taoist Soldiers, Ghost Soldiers, and Beast Soldiers amounted to three million.
The Human Warriors numbered two million.
A full-out deploynt of all forces.
Another major battle was about to unfold.
The clash of arms between the two sides plunged the battlefield into chaos and darkness.
The Ghost Army imdiately collapsed, their formations shattered, countless ghosts dissipating into oblivion.
However, this was only the beginning—the true strength of ghosts didn't lie in brute military clashes but in their enigmatic supernatural powers.
A green, mist-like ghost flew into the human crowd, its malicious gaze flickering briefly before diving straight into the body of a Human Great General.
This was the signature move of an Evil Ghost, possessing a human to make them kill their kin. Watching their hesitation—whether or not they dare strike—it preys on indecision, slaughtering more in their stead; or if the possessed host is killed, it rely moves on to inhabit another.
Using this thod alone, it wreaked trendous havoc upon Moyu Country.
In addition to possession, there were curses, puppetry, illusion realms, immortality, and sacrificial substitutes.
Just as he was confidently executing his possession technique, his soul body suddenly experienced excruciating pain, as if plunged into a boiling vat of oil.
In an instant, it regained awareness, noticing drops of blood-red liquid dripping onto its host's body, which ignited into flas, rapidly consuming its own form into ashes.
"Black tiger blood! Black dog blood! How did they know?"
This was the Evil Ghost's final thought before its demise. Only now did it realize that every human had a trace of blood sared on their foreheads.
That was black dog blood, refined with vermillion talisman ink.
Ghost possession required infiltrating soone's Spirit Platform to seize control of their Divine Thought.
Now, these humans protected their Spirit Platforms using dog blood—ghosts attempting possession, already weakened in their soul forms, would disintegrate imdiately upon contact with dog blood.
On the battlefield, many possessed Evil Ghosts suffered the sa fate, dissipating into ashes. Those not attempting possession were even more vulnerable, as their soul forms were fragile to the point that slight contact with anything would result in utter annihilation.
This wasn't limited to Evil Ghosts; it applied to all demons.
Warm Ghosts were countered by vermillion talismans, Fierce Ghosts feared Gold Coin Swords, Curse Ghosts succumbed to tiger bones.
Song Lin had also distributed countless Five Mountains True Form Maps to everyone.
The Five Mountains True Form Maps embedded a fragnt of the Five Mountains True Intent, exerting a suppressive force against soul bodies far beyond regular talismans, evoking a sensation akin to being crushed beneath towering peaks.
Moreover, crafting such talismans was relatively simple—drawing the Five Mountains' vein pathways sufficed for creation.
Millions could be produced in a short ti, with ordinary people using them for warding off evil, while cultivators wielding these maps could effectively diminish the strength of ghosts.
"That's a Hanging Ghost! Aim for its neck!"
"That's a Water Ghost! Use fire attacks!"
"Watch out for Earth Tunneling Ghosts! Their bodies are underground!"
"Double Body Ghosts? Don't strike the left side; their right foot touching the ground is the true body!"
"Whoa! Nine Sons Ghosts? Don't attack the sons—strike the mother!"
The Donghua Cultivators, employing Ghost Law techniques, crushed the ghost armies effortlessly.
"Why?" The Ghost King wailed in despair.
The opponent seed to have so sort of omniscience—they knew the exact nature and weaknesses of his soldiers, even preparing counterasures in advance.
What's happening?
"What is going on?"
It wasn't just the ghosts who questioned this; even the Taishi Demon Emperor was puzzled.
Why were his supposedly invincible ghosts suddenly rendered ineffective? His army outnumbered the humans dozens of tis over, yet they were being trounced thoroughly.
Just as he contemplated this, Guu Yuchan led the Thunder Departnt's army, breaking through the ghostly encirclent to join forces with the inner-city troops successfully.
"Quick, break through from the southeastern corner—urgent matters await!" The Divine Turtle urged anxiously.
"Understood!" Guu Yuchan didn't waste words.
"Hm?" The Taishi Demon Emperor sensed sothing troubling. With the ghost army's effectiveness dwindling, their nurical advantage now aningless, the situation had devolved into stagnation. Only by relying on his own abilities could he break the deadlock.
With this realization, the Taishi Demon Emperor stretched his colossal legs, aid directly at Song Lin's formation, intending to crush them.
The Dao of the Earth—bearing all things.
Weight, gravity… The combatants' body weights seemingly skyrocketed by thousands of tis, rendering them incapable of flight, forcing them downwards and even further into the earth. Every person felt as if they were bearing several colossal mountains, expending considerable mana rely to resist.
"Hmph!"
Song Lin snorted coldly—perhaps the Taishi Demon Emperor, in his high Taoist Realm, standing at the peak of Harmonization, commanded incredible power over the earth, yet Song Lin wasn't weak either, far from being defeated in a single blow.
When Innate Pure Yang erged, it illuminated tens of thousands of miles, dispelling the demon miasma. Instantly, the oppressive weight upon everyone vanished.
A streak of Pure Yang Sword Qi slashed through the air, targeting the Taishi Demon Emperor's colossal leg.
Three parts Harmonization within this Pure Yang power—at that mont, the scene shimred as if the blazing sun itself had descended upon the battlefield.
Slash!
The Taishi Demon Emperor's leg bore a deep cut, chunks of mountain-sized rubble crumbling down.
Though ultimately not inflicting serious harm, it did halt the Taishi Demon Emperor's offensive montum.
"Haha! Not enough, not enough!"
The Taishi Demon Emperor bellowed arrogantly, his laughter triggering seismic waves. The injury on his leg regenerated instantly, as though unblemished.
The two exchanged dozens of blows before Song Lin unleashed the Twelve Yuan Chen and Thirty-Six Cloud Seals, barely managing to deadlock with him.
At this level, the clash was a asure of their degrees of Harmonization—Song Lin wielded three parts Harmonization, naturally inferior to the Taishi Demon Emperor despite his mastery over the Acquired Dao versus Song Lin's Innate Dao.
Of course, if not for the advantage of his Innate Dao, Song Lin could never have endured for this long.
The pair battled for dozens of rounds.
"I'll join this fight!"
At that mont, the Moyu Qilin burst out of the encircling forces, joining the battle against the Taishi Demon Emperor.
For this enemy who destroyed his country, his hatred for Song Lin seed pale in comparison.
With the Moyu Qilin's addition, Song Lin, initially slightly disadvantaged, suddenly regained the upper hand.
The combatants exchanged ferocious blows—they ascended into the boundless void to prevent hitting their own soldiers. For Song Lin, it was his first battle in outer space.
Three hours passed.
No victor had yet erged between the trio.
The ghostly forces dwindled; seeing the tide turning toward humanity, the Moyu Qilin sneered mockingly, "The ghost army is laughable at best, Taishi—you've beco nothing but a loyal lapdog to the Netherworld!"
"Oh? Is that so? Then what is this?" Taishi Demon Emperor retreated slightly, shifting into human form, and pointed below.
In the direction of Yujue Demon Country, an army of ghosts equivalent in size to earlier forces surged forward.
This ti, those below—humans and the Moyu Qilin—felt despair.
The sheer numbers were overwhelming.
"And what about this?" Song Lin countered.
Boom!
The Moyu Imperial City exploded.
An ancient, apocalyptic beast erged.
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