Chapter 649: Withdrawal
The wind is howling.
There were still dark clouds rolling in the sky, layer upon layer, making people feel extremely depressed.
The Lord of Ghost Fire had already fled in defeat. He did not wait for the Painted Skin Rakshasa to make a breakthrough in Wangchuan Fairy City. He could not hold on any longer and had to evacuate the battlefield first.
The most important factor that led to this victory - the Dark Dragon Shears - was now sealed in an ice coffin, motionless, as if dead.
Outside the ice coffin, the burly and tall Earthly Evil God had discovered that all his spells would be frozen by the ice coffin and turned into fuel. He could only use his fists and feet to attack the ice coffin, stirring up countless cold air and frost powder.
The ice coffin was formed by the entire Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle. Although there were vibrations and wear and tear, they were not severe. It was visible to the naked eye that it could still hold out for a long time.
As for His original body, the Lord of Wangchuan, He was still hiding in a tributary of Wangchuan, recovering rapidly in his sleep.
The Earthly Evil God was in a bad mood. "The Dark Dragon Shears are separated from their main body. Without this luck, I'm afraid there will be more bad changes."
"Um?"
The altar suddenly changed. The blood light became stronger again, and the glow was flowing, with a texture similar to jade.
When the Earthly Evil God saw this, his irritable aura suddenly calmed down a bit: "Luo Si did a good job, the blood sacrifice will be completed soon."
"He has proven his strength. Humph, the other generals are afraid of taking responsibility and are unable to shoulder the responsibility!"
"After this time, he will be promoted to the next level at least three times."
The world of the living.
The battlefield of Baizhixian City.
The endlessly flowing black water gathered into mountains, supporting the entire fairy city.
Although the army of ghost soldiers was large in number and powerful, they made no progress in the process of attacking the immortal city.
Xie Sichao's face was gloomy. "Damn it! The Lord of Baizhi Immortal City was too calculating. He actually used the South Gate to set a trap, causing our army to lose too many strong men."
"Without these people, how can we break through the enemy's formation?"
Luo Si's expression was calm. He said nothing and just watched the battlefield silently.
The dead bone giant climbed up the Black Water Mountain, and the water under its legs kept washing down, dragging it down with it. Even when it climbed halfway up the mountain, it was specifically targeted by Tie Gu Zheng, who concentrated his strength and knocked the giant down.
The dead bone giants cannot get close to the city walls, and those big and small headed ghosts, flying skinned ghosts, climbing geckos, etc., can hardly pose a threat to the city walls.
Bang.
With a loud bang, the giant bone crocodile crashed into the city wall, immediately knocking down many monks on the wall.
This is the White-Bone Crocodile Demon taking action, controlling his ace demon pet.
On Black Water Mountain, his demon pet became more adaptable, and repeatedly demonstrated its powerful combat capability, continuously attacking the city walls, and was an existence that the defenders had to take seriously.
But just him is definitely not enough.
"All troops attack!" Ross suddenly gave the order.
In the central military tent, many generals cast puzzled and doubtful looks.
But Roth had no intention of explaining.
The generals could only hold their noses and obey orders obediently.
Then, the army of ghosts launched a fierce attack on Baizhi Immortal City from all directions at the same time.
The pressure on city defense increased sharply.
Tie Guzheng was not surprised but delighted, secretly shouting: "The enemy is weak!"
He was not afraid of the enemy's full-scale attack, but he was worried about the enemy's tricks. If they were to attack with all their strength, then he would conduct an upright defensive battle. This was exactly what he was good at, and at the same time, Baizhi Xiancheng had a huge geographical advantage.
There is no doubt that the army of Yin soldiers is using their own weakness to attack the enemy's strength.
Soldiers clung on like ants, arrows rained down, countless spells collided in mid-air, and only a few fell into the enemy and our army's formations, causing casualties.
"Hurry, hurry, repair armor and change talismans!" The monks on the city wall increased their rotation frequency several times.
They never stop for a moment, there is no waiting time after rotation, they can only race against time to reply.
Tie Guzheng kept hearing reports of casualties.
He had been making a clear estimate in his mind and gave a decisive order to send the paper puppet up.
These intelligent paper puppets are the unique feature of the White Paper Fairy City and have always been the reserve force in the city’s defense.
The paper puppets ran on the wall, holding talisman paper weapons, and chopped the ghost soldiers who climbed up the battlements into pieces. More ghost soldiers stepped on the broken bones of their comrades and climbed up to strangle the paper puppets. The two sides fought a brutal tug-of-war on the wall, just to fight for a small piece of open space.
Bone fragments, paper scraps, blood, etc. quickly covered the originally clean city walls.
The army of Yin soldiers came one after another, and their attack was like waves, each wave higher than the last.
The defenders of the White Paper Fairy City had almost exhausted their magic power. Various paper talismans, magical instruments, etc. were consumed like water. The paper armor was getting thinner and thinner, and the speed of repair could no longer keep up with the pace of damage.
The pale city wall was being stained black, eroded, and occupied inch by inch by the dark ghost soldiers.
Even a good general like Tie Guzheng, who had rich defense experience, couldn't help but pinch his fingers until they turned white. This was the first time he had encountered such casualties.
He gritted his teeth and persisted.
Finally, when he saw that a large section of the city wall had been captured by the Yin soldiers, he immediately ordered: "Ask Wen Ruanyu to take action!"
Ink Pond in Baizhi Fairy City.
After being rescued, Wen Runyu has regained consciousness and has been sitting here for a long time.
He was waiting until his mouth was dry and he was already impatient. Finally, he received Tie Guzheng's order.
"good!"
With great vigor and vitality, he lifted up his Confucian robe and slammed his palms hard on the tiles of the ink pool.
Boom boom...
The ink pool shook violently and rose up directly. Then, it was overturned by Wen Runyu's magic power, pouring out all the ink.
Confucianism—the whole army is wiped out!
Under the influence of Confucianism, the ink turned into an ink dragon, broke through the dome and flew into the sky.
It flew in the air, stirring up a wave of ink wherever it went.
The ink tide surges and dyes everything!
The originally snow-white city walls, pavilions and towers were instantly covered with a thick, indelible layer of dark black.
Mo Lang continued to roll up the mat and pounced on the city wall.
All the ghost soldiers were swallowed up wherever they went.
The ink first enveloped them and then quickly eroded them.
The skeletons of the ghost soldiers made a hissing sound of burning. The flickering phosphorescent light in their eye sockets was like a candle in the wind, swaying wildly and quickly dimming. All kinds of ghost energy and yin energy, like snow meeting the scorching sun, quickly melted and dissipated!
Their terrible roars turned into painful wails, and their fierce charge turned into a struggle in the ink!
The formation of the Yin army was in chaos and their combat effectiveness plummeted!
Tie Guzheng's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he gave a decisive order: "It's time! Charge the whole army! Kill——!"
The defenders, who had been holding back their strength, launched an earth-shattering counterattack!
The ink is harmless to them and has a huge suppressive effect on the army of ghost soldiers.
The defenders were unstoppable and recovered the lost territory on the city wall in almost the blink of an eye.
Not only that, under the leadership of a few people including Yang Sanyan, the monks also rushed out of the Baizhi Immortal City and caused more casualties.
The army of Yin soldiers was defeated like a landslide!
The flags of the central army began to wave.
"Lord Ross!" Many people looked at Ross, wanting him to decide how to fight back.
But unexpectedly, Ross calmly ordered: "Withdraw."
The generals were very puzzled.
Luo Si said: "The Lord of the Mansion has already given the order. I am leading you all to preside over the army. The main purpose is to offer sacrifices for the robbery ceremony."
"Now, the White Paper Immortal City has suffered heavy losses, and has reached the requirements for a blood sacrifice."
"They still have a lot of fighting power. It is extremely unwise to continue fighting to the death at this time."
"All troops have been ordered to withdraw!"
Ross explained a few words and gave the order again.
When the generals heard that Luo Si had moved out the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion, they dared not disobey.
Xie Sichao's eyes were dim as he thought of more: "This blood sacrifice is probably not just for Baizhi Xiancheng. The casualties of our soldiers are probably also part of the sacrifice."
Of course, he only dared to think about this guess in his mind without saying a single word.
"The Yin army was defeated!"
"They're running away, they're running away!!"
“Kill him!!”
When the defenders of Baizhixian City saw the enemy's movements, their morale suddenly soared.
Tie Guzheng quickly organized a pursuit team while arranging most of the monks to stay in the city.
The pursuing team was like a tiger out of a cage, unstoppable.
The clone of the Lord of Baizhi Fairy City personally led the army and pursued and killed the ghost soldiers, making them unable to resist and suffering heavy losses.
Ross had a clear plan for advance and retreat, and constantly arranged troops to cover the rear.
Although the Yin soldiers withdrew, they still maintained most of the order and there was no large-scale rout.
"This general leading the troops is very capable." The clone of the Lord of White Paper City gritted his teeth secretly.
Obviously, they could have expanded the results of the battle and achieved an amazing record that only happens once every few hundred years, but because of Ross, the record of the pursuers from Baizhi Xiancheng was greatly reduced.
At the end of the chase, the white paper clone saw the flag of the central army.
She was indignant and gritted her teeth, then decisively threw out the Tai Su San Xing Ruler.
Spell——Tai Su Yan Hui Bo!
Jade light appeared all around the Tai Su San Xing Ruler.
A ball of jade light suddenly exploded, and a wild goose flew out.
The wild goose flapped its wings and immediately flew high into the sky, flying towards the army of evil spirits.
Wherever it went, it emitted waves of light. Wherever the light waves covered, the ghost soldiers dispersed and disintegrated.
The ghost generals were terrified and cried out in low voice.
Luo Si rode his horse back and snorted coldly, "You are really relentless."
"Whatever."
"Since you are so pushy, let me teach you a profound lesson."
He opened his fingers and grasped at the empty space.
A fishing rod appeared out of thin air, complete with its own fishing line.
The ferry line to the Forgotten River is the hook that hangs over the world for three lifetimes!
The fishing hook flashed with a bright light, and in an instant it flew across the sky and hooked the wild goose in the sky.
The wild goose cried out in pain, its beak was hooked, and then it was dragged all the way.
The Lord of Baizhi City was horrified and hurriedly tried to disperse the spell to allow the Taisu Sanxing Ruler to return.
As a result, the spell was indeed cast, but there was no reaction.
The wild goose's shape has been locked by the hook and cannot change.
Luo Si raised the fishing rod, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the goose that was pulled over.
He grabbed it, and a ghostly aura filled it. Magical power surged, and various spells and talismans were quickly superimposed to suppress the restless and struggling goose.
When the officers and soldiers saw this, their morale suddenly rose a lot, leading to a regeneration of military strength.
The White Paper City Lord's clone had not expected that Luo Si actually had such an amazing method. She suddenly felt regretful and subconsciously ordered the entire army to charge, determined to take back the precious Tai Su Sanxing Ruler.
But when Ross gave the order, Xie Sichao activated the magic circle he had set up, stirring up a large amount of water from the Nether Dragon River.
The ghost soldiers were immersed in the turbulent water of the Mingjiao River, ready for battle.
This time it was their turn to take advantage of the terrain.
The pursuers from Baizhi Xiancheng charged and fought for a while, but achieved little results and suffered heavy casualties themselves.
"Lord City Lord, the situation is not good. Why don't we retreat back to the city first?!" A subordinate was worried and bravely suggested.
The white paper clone pursed his lips and stared at the central army flag.
Tai Su scattered ruler!
That was the precious treasure that Scholar Xuansu left in Baizhi Fairy City, but she lost it.
Even though they are one, the paper clone has no face to go back and face the original body!
However, just when she was about to hold on, the water in the Dark Dragon River changed again. One of the enemy's magic arrays was activated, emitting infinite Yin energy.
The gap between the yin and yang worlds was opened up again.
The army of ghosts will no longer retreat. If they retreat again, they can withdraw directly to the underworld.
They stopped where they were and reorganized their battle formation. The Yin soldiers quickly gathered momentum, like a mountain standing in front of the pursuers.
The pursuers from Baizhi Xiancheng subconsciously gathered together.
Under the central army's flag, Luo Si spoke calmly, but his voice was clearly heard by the surroundings: "Lord Baizhi, thank you for the gift of treasure before leaving."
Just one sentence boosted the morale of our side a lot.
The clone of the Lord of White Paper City was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, and he almost ordered an attack, but he finally endured it.
She stared at the central army's flag and said with difficulty: "Retreat."
The pursuers had rushed out of the city with great morale, but were now slowly retreating, looking rather embarrassed.
"Lord Roth, shouldn't we give chase?"
"After all, the enemy is not an army, but we can use military tactics."
Many ghost generals were ready to make a move and came to the emperor to speak.
Luo Si glanced at them calmly and said, "If you want to go, go ahead and chase them. But I have to follow the orders of the Lord of the Mansion and return to the court to help defend the altar."
Those troublesome ghost generals had long since died in the siege. Although he was the defeated party, Luo Si had established a lot of prestige in the siege. For a while, the ghost generals were silent and chose to obey Luo Si's orders.
The paper army marched quickly along the way.
The Wangchuan River was surging. At the end of the field of vision, a fairy city towered above the river, with towers standing in rows, shrouded in a vast mist.
"That's the Immortal City of Wangchuan." Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin stood on the chariot, pointed to the distance, and said to Sun Lingtong.
Sun Lingtong stared at it carefully, his eyes sparkling with wisdom, and said in embarrassment: "The Immortal City is in the center of the river. How can our army fight its way in? It's extremely difficult to even get close. This is the Wangchuan River."
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin smiled slightly and shook his head, saying, "This army does not need to get close to the Immortal City."
Sun Lingtong: "Aunt, do you have any good ideas?"
Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin: "You can sneak in. My army will head to the Water Burial Valley immediately."
Sun Lingtong stared: "Ah?!"
He pointed at himself and shouted in disbelief: "Uncle, aunt, I am the only one with a dozen bull riders sneaking into the enemy's base camp?"
Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin shook his head: "It's just you, the rest of the cattle cavalry will have to return to the team."
Even though Sun Lingtong was brave, she took a deep breath and said with a wry smile: "Aunt, Aunt, this is not the time to joke."
(End of this chapter)
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