"Swift Wind, quickly restrain your men and retreat. Let's establish a defensive line and solidify our defenses!" Upon seeing this, Wang Yao hurriedly took out his phone and called out to Swift Wind Ghost King. These demonic warriors must have powerful backers. The Netherworld Ghosts themselves have many limitations, and if they fall into the enemy's trap, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Moreover, his Samadhi True Fire is very effective against Netherworld Ghosts, but he can no longer set up fire circles for defense as before. After all, the movement of Netherworld Ghosts near the fire circle will be greatly suppressed by the Samadhi True Fire, while Netherworld Ghosts that are too far away from the fire circle will not be protected by the True Fire.
Therefore, the most urgent task is to withdraw all the Netherworld Ghosts back to the military camp, then he can reorganize the Netherworld Ghosts and the Demon Clan's deployment, and finally set up a relatively large fire circle defense around the military camp to stabilize the defense before considering the counterattack.
Upon receiving Wang Yao's order, mournful ghostly cries echoed through the army. The ghosts that had charged out began to retreat one after another, and gusts of yin wind and swirling yin energy could be seen swirling as they retreated towards the camp from all directions to the west.
Just as Wang Yao breathed a sigh of relief, a series of terrifying ghostly wails suddenly erupted all around. This was clearly not a signal, but rather the cry of alarm from the ghosts who had encountered something extremely frightening.
Wang Yao felt a chill and steered "Immortal's Sorrow" towards the place where the ghostly cries were most urgent. He saw that many bouncy little yellow people had mixed in with the group of demon warriors. These little yellow people were extremely agile, and wherever they passed, the demon warriors who had been transformed immediately stopped fighting among themselves.
They stood there for a moment, then turned back and attacked again. The efficiency of their transformation seemed to be much better than that of Lu Ban's powder.
Wang Yao had seen this advanced Minion Corpse Puppet before and knew that it was extremely effective against Netherworld Ghosts. As a result, when Netherworld Ghosts saw it on the battlefield, they would immediately lose their souls and cry out for their parents.
It's likely that the powder Lu Ban used to transform the magic weapons contained a large amount of yin energy. Therefore, the appearance of these little yellow men easily washed away the yin energy from the magic weapons, allowing them to distinguish friend from foe and charge into the military camp.
The Minions were much faster than the Magic Warriors, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed into the retreating horde of Netherworld Ghosts. The ghosts were thrown into chaos, and many fell to the ground, unable to get up.
This great battle was different from the great calamity of corpse energy in the underworld. Both sides were fighting each other with tens of thousands of people. Even though Wang Yao had the great technique of "Liuli" to prevent corpse energy, in the midst of the crisis, he didn't know which underworld ghost to apply the technique to except for Qin Su and a few other familiar underworld ghosts.
"A net of heaven and earth, with grass and trees as puppets!" Just as Wang Yao was helpless as the battlefield situation was deteriorating rapidly, he suddenly heard Lu Ban let out a clear whistle not far away, and then he saw countless plants and trees in the mountains and forests come to life in an instant.
The branches and leaves of the plants quickly intertwined and wove into cage-like structures, trapping the little yellow people who were frolicking in the mountains and fields inside. However, the plants did not directly capture them. The little yellow people jumped around in the cages, unable to get out, but there was no sign of them splitting apart.
The ghosts walking among the grass and trees were completely unaffected and disappeared in a short while.
"General, may I borrow your Samadhi True Fire?" Lu Ban immediately called out.
"Good!" Wang Yao's eyes lit up, and he immediately unleashed the Samadhi True Fire.
He had already realized that Lu Ban's move was very similar to his Five Elements Control Technique. By controlling the plants, he restricted the Minions' movements, preventing them from triggering their extremely terrifying splitting, while also fixing their location, which also made it easier for his Samadhi True Fire to be used.
In the Underworld, Wang Yao dared not use the Samadhi True Fire recklessly. After all, the Underworld was like a large building, and once the Samadhi True Fire started burning, the consequences of the fire would be unpredictable. But here, there was no such concern. In the vast wilderness, the True Fire could burn freely.
One after another, streaks of fire shot out from Wang Yao's hand. As the grass and wood cages were set ablaze, the little yellow figures that had been jumping around could be seen melting like butter under the scorching heat of the Samadhi True Fire, while thick black smoke billowed out, eventually turning into a small, pitch-black puddle.
It's not much different from the residue left after rubber has been burned.
The Samadhi True Fire also posed a great threat to the Demon Warriors. As the flames spread, the Demon Warriors' attack was halted.
"Lord God, come and help me! My spiritual power is almost gone!" Wang Yao shouted after setting off a blaze of fire. Because he had sent out all the immortals, the supplies carried by his central army, which was mainly composed of Netherworld Clan members, did not include any Spirit Recovery Pills.
Apart from the portion carried by each immortal, the rest of the army's reserves of Rejuvenation Pills were actually in Wang Yao's hands. After a series of intense battles, they had been completely depleted, and now even Qin Su's private stash had been used up.
With no idea how long the battle would last, Wang Yao dared not waste his resources recklessly.
"There is the ultimate thunderbolt there, it is inconvenient for me to go there." The voice of the God of Reclamation came from behind.
"I..." Wang Yao opened his mouth to curse. What the hell is going on? If we don't stop these little yellow men, the entire central army will be finished. You, a great Mahayana God Lord, what's wrong with getting hit by Ultimate Thunder a couple of times? It's not like you'll die!
"It's alright, it's alright! Since the commander's spiritual power is limited, please take a look at my methods. However, my appearance is not very good, so I apologize to the commander and the divine master first!" Before Wang Yao could even utter a curse, Lu Ban spoke up again.
"What the hell is that?"
"Oh dear, how scary! Get away quickly!"
...
As Lu Ban finished speaking, Wang Yao heard a gasp from behind him. He turned around and saw a dark shadow rush past him. He couldn't see what it was for a moment and was secretly startled.
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