"Battalion, Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation~~~~~~~!"
With Zhongshan's booming command, millions of soldiers roared in unison!
"Roar~~~~~~~!"
The sound was deafening as millions of soldiers swiftly moved into position across various locations. Zhongshan remained steadfast, eyes locked ahead, his golden armor dazzling brightly, cape fluttering gently behind him.
In an instant, the military formation was set, the Eight-Gate Golden Locks exuding boundless montum that surged into the sky. Just this display alone vastly augnted the might of the Ancient Holy Capital.
At the division line between Yin and Yang realms, as the Eight-Gate Golden Locks array was established, nurous eerie mountains and palaces swiftly crumbled and shattered towards the direction of the Wheel Hall. Mountains and palaces of the Ancient Holy Capital rose abruptly, with so floating islands soaring into the sky.
"Attack~~~~~~~~!" Hanxue and Guihuang simultaneously roared.
Zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers hastened their pace, crazily charging towards Zhongshan. It seed the clash was imminent.
"Eight-Gate Golden Locks, form the array~~~~~~~~!" Zhongshan beckoned with a finger pointed skyward.
"Whoosh~~~~~~~~!"
Centered around Zhongshan, a whirlwind suddenly whipped up at the site of the military formation. A spiraling tempest engulfed endless yellow sand, blurring everything in sight inside and out.
In the center of the battlefield, a sandstorm-like sphere suddenly appeared. This monstrous spherical sandstorm continued its frenzied spin, lifting all vegetation and stones from the ground into the air. Boulders flew upwards, lost montum, and crashed back down like a teor shower, bombarding the ground below.
"The Great Lita Dynasty's Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation?" Yinning suddenly exclaid in astonishnt.
Seeing the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation, Princess Qianyou smiled contentedly. Since Zhongshan had mastered the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation, there was no need for Princess Qianyou to worry too much.
In ancient tis, when Taixu mastered the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation alone, he trapped nurous formidable foes. Now, even though Zhongshan did not possess the Formation Spirit (which was given to Yinglan), with millions of troops under his command, even if Zhongshan's grasp of the formation was only eighty percent complete, sheer numbers compensated for any shortcomings.
The heart of the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation, with Zhongshan at its core.
The zombie army and ghost army finally approached, engaging in battle. However, their opponent had transford into a colossal battle formation.
Eight-Gate Golden Locks!
Seeing the grand formation, the zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers hesitated slightly, coming to a halt. But while they paused, Zhongshan did not. The key difference between a battle formation and a static formation was mobility, and now it was Zhongshan's turn to charge forward.
A tornado of sand and storm, devouring the zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers. The raging winds roared with thunderous booms, incomparably imposing. Wherever they passed, cracks riddled the earth, veins spreading. Devour, devour, devour!
The primary objective of the grand formation was to devour.
The Eight-Gate Formation crazily absorbed enemy zombie and ghost soldiers.
Zombie soldiers? Ghost soldiers?
Within the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation, there were also dead soldiers and ghost soldiers, countless and boundless. On a plain created by the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation, countless soldiers commanded zombies and engaged in fierce combat against enemy zombies.
Within the Gate of Life, vitality flourished abundantly, lush and verdant like a rainforest of towering mountains and grand trees. The vitality surged relentlessly, suppressing the deathly aura of the zombies and evil spirits, and nurous grass soldiers, equal in strength to ghost soldiers, resulted in a massive defeat of zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers.
The other gates were similarly effective: so unleashed terrifying thunderstorms, torrents of lightning cascading down; others conjured boundless astral winds that extinguished spirits; so beca quagmires swallowing zombie and ghost soldiers; and others summoned teorites that rained down madly.
The Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation resembled an insatiable whirlpool within the Eight Extres Heaven's Tail, crazily devouring zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers; once they entered, they imdiately vanished.
The battlefield was imnse and the number of soldiers terrifyingly vast, chaotic beyond asure. However, after the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation was activated, everything beca clear—its might was overwhelming.
The entire battlefield resembled a vast pond, with zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers like floating duckweed on the water's surface. The Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation, on the other hand, was like a whirlpool in the center of the lake, swiftly rotating and pulling in vast amounts of duckweed from the surface, shredding them within its vortex.
The Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation achieved a resounding victory!
On the battlefield, Prince Hanxue and Guihuang continually retreated, step by step.
The Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation relentlessly chased after the ghost soldiers and zombie soldiers, pressing the attack.
anwhile, in the Yang realm, the territory of the Ancient Holy Capital expanded frenziedly, continuously pressing forward and suppressing the territory of the Wheel Hall in the Yin realm, causing it to shrink incessantly.
The sky over the Ancient Holy Capital churned with golden qi, exuberant and lively.
Inside the imperial palace...
"Sixty-four hanging and sixty-four cities in the mist, are you just going to let it go like this?" The voice of Tian Lao, imitating the ancient divine skill, resounded once more.
At that mont, Zhongshan's Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation suddenly split into two, unexpectedly forming two massive sandstorms that rolled towards two different directions.
Almost simultaneously, amidst the astonishnt of Hanxue and Guihuang, one human and one ghost were trapped within each sandstorm.
And the two gigantic sandstorms swiftly converged again, rging into one colossal sandstorm sphere.
The two commanders entered the sandstorm sphere, and outside, zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers madly rushed in. More and more flooded inside, gradually causing it to beco congested.
For a mont, countless zombies and ghosts entered, forming various small groups that could resist swiftly.
But resistance was futile; it was only a matter of ti before death in Zhongshan's domain.
Guihuang and Prince Hanxue commanded their respective subordinates in different locations, fiercely resisting.
The battlefield grew exceedingly eerie.
In just a short while, all zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers had entered the sandstorm sphere. The massive Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation sat at the center of the battlefield, where within it, blades flashed and blood flowed amidst flying sand and rolling stones, with both armies fiercely battling.
Even within Zhongshan's army, there were casualties, causing the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation to continuously shrink. As the sandstorm diminished, the enemy's losses of zombies and ghosts were even greater.
From the division line between Yin and Yang realms, one could tell that they were continually pushing towards the direction of the Wheel Hall.
The Ancient Holy Capital frenziedly contested for the space around the Wheel Hall.
"If you want to see, then see!" From afar, within the ghostly shrouded Wheel Hall, another Feng Shui master's voice suddenly sounded.
Subsequently, centered around the Wheel Hall, a circle suddenly appeared on the earth's surface, resembling an infinitely large compass. With the Wheel Hall as the celestial pool, this circle was one of its ring wheels.
The ring wheel rotated clockwise, slowly spinning. On the earth's surface, mountains and palaces within that ring wheel were slowly revolving around the central Wheel Hall.
At the sa ti, a hazy gray environnt slowly approached from the east.
The hazy gray environnt resembled a massive sphere, sowhat akin to the sandstorm environnt of the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation. The hazy gray environnt drew closer and closer, seeming poised for a super collision with the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation.
Zhongshan saw the hazy gray environnt in the distance and imdiately grew alert.
"Mingzhuo? You can actually induce Mingzhuo?" Tian Lao's astonished voice suddenly rang out.
"The Wheel Hall is located outside the Netherworld's fertile stone, directly east of the Five Impurities of the World's End, Mingzhuo! As the King of the Wheel, I naturally can induce it. Impressive Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation!" The voice of the Feng Shui master from afar echoed within the Wheel Hall.
"Fateful Obscurity?" Zhongshan's eyebrows raised.
Collide the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation with this so-called 'Mingzhuo'?
Zhongshan wasn't foolish enough for such curiosity to place himself in danger. This war had nothing to do with him fundantally. Using the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation earlier was solely to confidently deal with the zombie soldiers and ghost soldiers, securing an invincible position for himself.
Now, facing an unknown Mingzhuo, would Zhongshan endanger himself out of curiosity?
He stabilized the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation in a fixed pattern and issued so follow-up commands. Zhongshan's figure abruptly darted towards the outside.
He dashed out of the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation and swiftly retreated into the distance.
With Zhongshan no longer commanding, the grand formation could only hold out for the ti it took an incense stick to burn. But Zhongshan paid no heed. He had already seen its terrifying nature.
Far away, the division line between Yin and Yang realms unexpectedly halted its advance due to the arrival of Mingzhuo, then began retreating towards the Ancient Holy Capital, rapidly approaching it.
In just ten breaths of ti, Zhongshan and Mingzhuo collided.
There was no deafening roar; instead, there was only acceptance. Mingzhuo seed like a world unto itself, madly enveloping everything within.
"Ahhh~~~~~~~~!"
"Ahhh~~~~~~~~!"
... Zhongshan heard the agonizing cries of his soldiers. Clearly, this Mingzhuo was overwhelmingly powerful.
The Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation suddenly collapsed, revealing an endless army within. The Golden Armored Army of the Daluo Heavenly Dynasty, upon contact with Mingzhuo, instantly turned to dust. Zhongshan even saw Prince Hanxue.
A look of terror suddenly appeared on Prince Hanxue's face. His hair abruptly turned white, wrinkles creased his face, aging him rapidly, rendering him utterly powerless to resist.
A powerhouse in the Emperor Realm, Prince Hanxue, was slowly, slowly dying of old age! In the Emperor Realm, life expectancy was 2400 years! Yet he was aging to death in Mingzhuo? Prince Hanxue was utterly powerless to resist. Did Mingzhuo devour life expectancy?
It was too terrifying! The vast army of the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation was completely decimated. While the enemy's ghost soldiers and zombie soldiers were unscathed, the baptism of the Eight-Gate Golden Locks Formation had reduced their numbers to no more than three million.
The division line between Yin and Yang realms was aggressively shifting towards the Ancient Holy Capital. Everything in the Yang realm was rapidly collapsing, while the territory of the Yin realm expanded frantically.
Zhongshan continued fleeing incessantly. He had no courage left to charge forward. His karmic burdens were already heavy, and being corroded by Mingzhuo would an certain death.
"The Grand Luo Heavenly Star Formation~~~~~~~~!" Suddenly, Tian Lao's voice echoed within the imperial palace.
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