The Mystical chanism's advancent on the front line was quite smooth, so smooth that Liang Yi and others were increasingly convinced that the Abyss was up to sothing.
In three days, the Mystical chanism army had advanced a full nine hundred miles, slaying countless Abyss Cultivators, and were just one step away from reaching their set target.
The Wind God Comrce and so players were already poised near the Mystical chanism Gate, ready to move the Abyss Battle City there as a supply point once the Mystical chanism shifted from offense to defense, or building another city would not be an issue.
But just then, an unexpected event occurred.
"Finally..."
On the floating island, Gongsun Bai'an looked contentedly at the Mystical chanism army, gradually approaching the Abyss Continent, knowing that now was the best ti to act. But to be sure, Gongsun Bai'an still confird with Zuo Yongning:
"How is your preparation going over there?"
"No problem, the Great Formation I've set up is extrely hidden. Although they are quite cautious, constantly scrutinizing the surrounding Void, they definitely won't guess where I've hidden the Array Patterns..."
Zuo Yongning chuckled, ghost fire flickering in his eyes, his raspy voice laughing smugly.
"It's ti to give them a surprise..."
Gongsun Bai'an's gaze turned cold, knowing the other side was willing to advance the front line at all costs, and they wanted to use the war to reduce the population massively.
This way, they could deplete the forces of the Mystical chanism army as well as ease the burden on the Abyss Continent—a two birds with one stone situation.
But such a strategy was destined to not stop the Mystical chanism's advance, and their intention to establish a forward base near the Mystical chanism Gate would certainly succeed.
Since it couldn't be stopped, Gongsun Bai'an planned to use this opportunity to his advantage and send the Mystical chanism a grand gift!
"You go activate the Array; the two of us will hold off Chen Hua and Liang Yi for you."
Gongsun Bai'an lightly shook the folding fan in his hand, while Qiu Feng sat to the side, his face irregularly illuminated by the red moonlight.
He was resting his eyes, adjusting his state to peak condition, readying for the upcoming battle.
"Damn it, those guys on the other side sure hit hard..."
anwhile, in another direction, the nine-foot-tall Xia Kun sat bare-chested with his legs crossed in a vast area, with subordinates ticulously applying Spiritual dicine on him.
"I told you to leave, and you didn't. Enjoyed taking a sword from Chen Hua and Zhou Yuzhi, didn't you?"
Gongsun Bai'an gave Xia Kun a sidelong glance, snorting coldly.
"Give a little more ti, I'm close to beating those two to death, and that's the priority, isn't it?"
Xia Kun scratched his hedgehog-like, distinct black hair, his tone extrely frustrated.
"Even with half a day more, you wouldn't beat those two, but if we had delayed saving you by half a day, you'd have died there!"
Gongsun Bai'an didn't even turn around, bothered too much to deal with this muscle-headed man.
At that ti, he had already withdrawn ninety percent of the Abyss Cultivators above the Ninth Realm peak, leaving a few to ensure the Mystical chanism didn't massacre too harshly.
But at that ti, Xia Kun was engaged in a bare-fisted brawl with Zhou Zhukong and Bodhi, passionately throwing punches, completely ignoring the orders, steadfastly remaining there for a real n's fight.
The outco was simple; once Chen Hua and Zhou Yuzhi discovered no one was supporting, they abandoned any notion of chivalry and silently attacked from both sides.
Severely injured after taking two sword strikes, Xia Kun snapped out of his "battle frenzy," only realizing he was deeply ensnared in enemy territory.
If Xia Kun weren't thick-skinned and quick to flee at the first sign of trouble, once Liang Yi reacted and joined forces with Chen Hua, Su Youyi, Zhou Yuzhi, and others, they could easily have detained Xia Kun.
And at that point, to rescue Xia Kun, Gongsun Bai'an and others would have had to abort the plan prematurely and launch a direct decisive battle with the Mystical chanism!
Thus, facing Xia Kun, who had nearly ruined the whole plan, neither Gongsun Bai'an nor Qiu Feng had a friendly deanor.
With two deep sword marks on his back, countless fist marks all over his body, Xia Kun quietly accepted the treatnt, knowing he was in the wrong, resorting to healing obediently.
"The Boundless Realm of Ghosts, rebirth in death!"
Seated at the island's center facing the Blood Moon, Zuo Yongning chanted incantations, surrounded by gusts of dark wind, the eerie wails and howls of ghosts sounded sharply. Countless ghostly shadows floated, a wisps of black fog erged from Zuo Yongning, sinister and cold, growing thicker and thicker.
The fog flowed, and behind Zuo Yongning, a pitch-black river, direction unknown, slowly erged.
From the river, terrifying ghostly faces surfaced and yet were pulled back into the water again, as if an invisible force imprisoned them within this river.
River of Oblivion! Ghost Lord's Domain! Law of All Ghosts!
Cultivators' Divine Souls absorbed into the River of Oblivion, every mory forgotten, transford to Ghost Cultivators!
And having gone through three epochs of war, even Gongsun Bai'an and Qiu Feng, also Abyss Envoys, were unaware of just how many Divine Souls of Cultivators were imprisoned in the River of Oblivion, nor how many Ghost Cultivators awaited within, ready to ravage the Mortal World.
Confronting such a Domain, even Gongsun Bai'an and others felt intimidated.
But now, as Zuo Yongning continually intoned, the pitch-black River of Oblivion behind him started to display abnormalities, bubbles forming and bursting, soon the entire bottomless River of Oblivion began to "boil."
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