Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 851: Chapter 290: Yang Sanyan Who Sees Himself Above All

The eerie wind swirled madly, shadows of ghosts multiplied.

The dense Yin Qi enveloped the city defenses, severely disturbing the Divine Sense of the defending cultivators, restricting their sight to merely within three yards.

Big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, hanging ghosts, soul-hooking lizards—all rose on the wind or climbed the city walls, constantly attacking the ramparts.

"Hold the line, hold the line for me!"

"Father!!"

"Die for me..."

"Don’t rush too far!"

"Form up, form up!"

"Ah——!"

Shouts, commands, screams, and cries of rage and despair intertwined, weaving a hymn of mortal creatures defending their homeland.

The infinite, cruel, numb ghost tide, along with the creatures’ courage, heroism, and sacrifice—two invisible forces constantly challenging each other through spirits and ghost bodies, entwining life and death.

Tie Guzheng, as the Commander of the City Guard Army, managed the city’s entire defensive line.

Reports of the battles on various segments of the defensive line kept arriving, making his face as hard as iron.

This time’s ghost tide was comparable to the ultimate stage of past invasions, its scale reaching historical records. If it weren’t for White Paper City Lord’s prior generous bounty attracting warriors from all surrounding villages and towns, White Paper Immortal City would have fallen long ago.

"Even so, our side’s losses are escalating rapidly..."

"What’s worse, there’s a well-trained, strictly disciplined Yin Soldiers Army glaring from the outskirts of the battlefield!"

"And us?"

Even Tie Guzheng himself and the City Guard Army don’t count as a real Cultivation Army.

The only one that can barely be considered one citywide is the Qing Jiao Army.

In comparison, the true reliance for defense remains on White Paper Immortal City!

Bang, bang, bang...

The ground quaked, a shadow darker than the night, massive as a hill, gradually approached from the depths of the dense Yin tide.

Crashing through the curtain-like eerie wind, trampling the lesser ghost mist that couldn’t evade, it charged toward the city gates with its heavy, imposing form.

"Deathbone Giant Spirit!" Tie Guzheng abruptly stood up, full alert.

The alarm bells in White Paper Immortal City rang out hastily!

Numerous black, dark gray bones interwove and stitched together into a gigantic monster.

Each bone was considerably thick, thick, and weathered, eroded by Yin Qi and time.

Every step it took made the earth seem hammered, rumbling like thunder.

Its steps were enormous; despite moving slowly, it took just a dozen strides to stand before the city wall.

The tall city wall stood barely at its neckline.

Cultivators on the wall faced directly at its nose and mouth.

Boom!

The Deathbone Giant Spirit lifted its palm, slamming it onto the city wall.

The wall that had always stood firm shook violently, followed by a ripping sound, like paper being torn. Along with these sounds, cracks appeared on the wall, spreading swiftly.

Bang, bang.

The Deathbone Giant Spirit slammed its palm twice more.

The severe shock spread along the city wall, shaking the defending soldiers off balance, violently swaying them.

The surrounding ghosts suffered even more, with nearly all dispersed between the clash of the Deathbone Giant Spirit and White Paper Immortal City’s walls.

This rampaging must be stopped.

With determination, Tie Guzheng personally charged, wielding a man-height Iron Fan, to confront the Deathbone Giant Spirit face-to-face.

The two engaged in direct combat.

Although the Deathbone Giant Spirit was only Golden Core Level, within the ghost tide, it displayed Nascent Soul Level combat prowess.

Tie Guzheng was also Golden Core Level, but as the Commander of the City Guard Army, with every gesture, he could harness the power of White Paper Immortal City, thus giving him enough strength to fight.

The two sides fought back and forth for nearly ten rounds, without a clear victor.

"We’ve arrived!"

"Charge with me!!!"

The Qing Jiao Army appeared, Qing Chi still leading the way.

This army, like a whirlwind, swept across almost the entire ramparts. Wherever they went, the ghosts were killed, flipping humans and horses, suffering heavy losses.

Qing Chi once again became the center of everyone’s attention, stealing the spotlight.

As the battle progressed, she grew more exuberant; her promotion from military essence manifested on her, allowing her to constantly sense the entirety of Qing Jiao Army’s situation.

"Paper Armor Technique, Crossing Yin Skill, really too useful."

"Still, Xiao Ma is impressive; he easily picked the direction that’s most suitable for us."

"The Yang Enhancement Institute is already defunct; when will he return, to fight alongside me?"

Amid the battle, Qing Chi’s thoughts flashed, yearning for Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo).

Watching from afar, the Yin Army’s front-line general felt uneasy.

The dense Yin tide could not obscure his vision.

He scrutinized the entire battlefield: Tie Guzheng held off the Deathbone Giant Spirit, Qing Chi cleared the surroundings, White Paper Immortal City regained foothold under their and the army’s drive.

The strongest part of the ghost tide converged here!

Next, the ghost tide’s offense will gradually weaken.

"Spear Ghost General," the front-line general suddenly spoke.

Immediately, a ghost general stepped out of the ranks on his left.

The ghost general saluted, "Here at your command!"

The front-line general reached out, selecting three military tokens from the pen holder on the table, tossing them to the Spear Ghost General.

He ordered, "I grant you three units of military power; do your utmost to kill Tie Guzheng, or Qing Chi."

"Your command will be followed," the ghost general answered.

The Spear Ghost General grabbed the three military tokens, promptly leaving the general’s tent, heading to the high platform in the outer square.

He stood proud, gazing intently before taking out a long spear magic artifact, striking with it against the wind!

Whoosh.

The long spear sliced sharply, easily piercing the violent eerie wind. In a few blinks, it shot straight to Tie Guzheng’s head.

Tie Guzheng glared furiously, using all his strength to lift the Iron Fan in his hand.