Immortal Creation.

Chapter 649 Withdrawal
A chilling wind howled.

Dark clouds still rolled in the sky, layer upon layer, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.

The Ghostfire Lord had already been defeated and fled. He did not wait for the Painted Skin Rakshasa to gain an advantage in the Forgotten River Immortal City before he could hold out and withdrew from the battlefield.

The most important factor that led to this victory—the Nether Dragon Scissors—was now sealed in an ice coffin, motionless and seemingly dead.

Outside the ice coffin, the imposing and powerful Earthly Fiend God had discovered that all kinds of spells would be frozen by the ice coffin and turned into fuel. He could only use his fists and feet to strike the ice coffin repeatedly, stirring up countless wisps of cold air and frost.

The ice coffin was formed from the entire Frozen Abyss Ice Coffin Candle. Although there was some vibration and wear and tear, it was not severe. It was visible to the naked eye that it could still sustain itself for a long time.

As for His true form—the Lord of the River of Oblivion—he remains hidden within a tributary of the River of Oblivion, rapidly recovering from his slumber.

The Earthly Fiend God couldn't help but feel irritable: "The Nether Dragon Scissors are separated from their original form. Without this boost of fortune, there will probably be more unfortunate changes."

"Ok?"

The altar suddenly changed; the blood-red light intensified, and its radiance flowed, resembling the smooth texture of jade.

Upon seeing this, the Earthly Fiend God's agitated aura immediately calmed down a bit: "Luo Si did a good job, the blood sacrifice is about to be completed."

"He proved his ability. Hmph, the other generals are afraid to take responsibility and are not up to the task!"

"After this, he should be promoted at least three ranks."

Yangjian.

Battlefield of the White Paper Immortal City.

The ceaselessly flowing black water converges into mountains, supporting the entire celestial city.

Although the ghost army was numerous and powerful, it made no progress in its attack on the immortal city.

Xie Sichao's face was gloomy: "Damn it! The city lord of the White Paper Immortal City is too cunning. He actually used the south gate to set up a trap, causing our army to lose too many strong warriors."

"Without these people, how can we break through their defenses?"

Luo Si remained calm and silent, simply observing the battlefield.

The giant skeleton climbed Blackwater Mountain, the water beneath its legs constantly cascading downwards, pulling it along with it. Even when it reached halfway up the mountain, Iron Bone Zheng specifically targeted it, concentrating his power to knock the giant skeleton off its back.

The Bone Giant could not get close to the city wall. The big and small headed ghosts, the skinning ghosts flying in the air, the soul-snatching geckos that could climb, etc., could hardly pose a threat to the city wall.

boom.

With a loud crash, the giant skeletal crocodile slammed into the city wall, instantly knocking down many cultivators on top of the wall.

This was the White Bone Crocodile Demon making its move, controlling its trump card demonic pet.

On Blackwater Mountain, his demonic pets adapted even better, repeatedly displaying formidable combat power and launching relentless attacks on the city walls, making them a force that the defenders had to take seriously.

But he alone is definitely not enough.

"All troops, attack!" Ross suddenly ordered.

In the central command tent, many generals cast puzzled and questioning glances.

But Ross showed no intention of explaining.

The generals had no choice but to swallow their pride and obediently follow orders.

Thus, the army of ghost soldiers launched a fierce attack on the White Paper Immortal City from all directions.

The pressure on city defense has increased sharply.

Iron-Boned Zheng, however, was not alarmed but rather delighted, secretly exclaiming, "The enemy's forces are exhausted!"

He wasn't afraid of a full-scale enemy attack; his only concern was what kind of mischief his opponent might cause. If they launched a full-scale offensive, he would wage a fair and square defensive war. This was precisely what he excelled at, and at the same time, the White Paper Immortal City held a significant geographical advantage.

Without a doubt, the ghost army is using its own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths.

Soldiers swarmed like ants, arrows rained down, and countless spells clashed in mid-air, with a small portion landing in the enemy and friendly formations, causing casualties.

"Hurry, hurry, replenish armor, change talismans!" The cultivators on the city wall increased their rotation frequency several times over.

They worked non-stop, with no waiting time after shifts, only racing against time to reply.

Tie Guzheng kept hearing reports of personnel losses.

He had been clearly calculating in his mind, and decisively ordered the paper puppets to be sent up.

These intelligent paper puppets are a unique feature of the White Paper Immortal City and have always served as a reserve force in the city's defenses.

Paper puppets scurried across the city walls, wielding paper weapons and hacking the ghostly soldiers who scaled the battlements to pieces. More ghostly soldiers climbed over the piles of their fallen comrades' bones, annihilating the paper puppets. A fierce tug-of-war ensued on the walls, each side vying for a small foothold.

Bone fragments, shredded paper, blood, and other debris quickly covered the once pristine city walls.

The ghostly army advanced wave after wave, their offensive surging ever stronger.

The defenders of the White Paper Immortal City were nearly exhausted in terms of personal magical power. Various paper talismans, magical artifacts, and so on were being consumed like water. Their paper armor was getting thinner and thinner, and the speed of repair was gradually unable to keep up with the pace of damage.

The pale city walls are being gradually blackened, eroded, and occupied by the dark, ghostly soldiers.

Even a seasoned general like Tie Guzheng, with his rich defensive experience, couldn't help but clench his fists until they turned white. He had never encountered such a casualty situation before.

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

Finally, when he saw that large sections of the city wall had been captured by the ghost soldiers, he immediately ordered, "Summon Wen Ruanyu to make a move!"

Within the White Paper Immortal City, the Ink Pond.

After being rescued, Wen Ruanyu has regained consciousness and has been staying here for quite some time.

He was getting parched and impatient, but finally he received Tie Guzheng's order.

"it is good!"

He exuded a powerful aura, lifted his Confucian robe, and struck the inkstone bricks with both palms.

Rumble…

The ink pool trembled violently, rising directly into the air, before being overturned by Wen Ruanyu's magic, spilling all the ink out.

Confucianism—the entire army is utterly corrupted!
Under the influence of Confucianism, the ink transformed into an ink dragon, bursting through the dome and soaring into the sky.

As it flew through the air, it stirred up a tide of ink wherever it went.

The ink surges and ripples, staining everything in its path!
The city walls, pavilions, and towers, which were originally as white as snow, were instantly splashed with a thick, dark, and heavy color.

The ink waves continued to surge, crashing onto the city walls.

The ghostly soldiers were completely swallowed up wherever they went.

The ink first coats them, then quickly erodes them.

The skeletons of the ghostly soldiers hissed and burned. The phosphorescent flames flickering in their eye sockets, like candles in the wind, swayed wildly before quickly dimming. All the ghostly and sinister energy, like snow meeting the blazing sun, rapidly melted and dissipated!
Their terrifying roars turned into painful howls, and their fierce charge in the ink became a struggle!

The ghost army's formation was thrown into chaos, and its combat strength plummeted!
Iron-Willed Zheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he decisively ordered, "Now! All troops, charge! Kill—!"

The defenders, who had been holding back their energy for a long time, launched a tremendous counterattack!
The ink was harmless to them, but it exerted a tremendous suppressive effect on the army of ghosts.

The defenders advanced with unstoppable momentum, recapturing the lost territory of the city walls in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, led by Yang Sanyan and a few others, the cultivators broke out of the White Paper Immortal City, causing even more casualties.

The ghost army suffered a crushing defeat!
The central army's flags began to wave.

"Lord Ross!" Many people looked at Ross, wanting him to make a decision on how to retaliate.

But unexpectedly, Ross calmly ordered: "Withdraw the troops."

The generals were very puzzled.

Luo Si said, "The Lord has already given orders that my main purpose in leading the army is to offer sacrifices for the Jieli ceremony."

"Now, the White Paper Immortal City has suffered heavy losses and has met the requirements for a blood sacrifice."

"They still have plenty of fighting force; continuing to fight to the death at this point would be extremely unwise." "Order for the entire army: Retreat!"

Ross offered a brief explanation and then gave the order again.

When the generals heard that Luo Si had invoked the name of the Lord of the River of Oblivion, none dared to disobey.

Xie Sichao, however, had a deep look in his eyes, thinking more deeply: "This blood sacrifice is probably not just for the White Paper Immortal City; the losses of our soldiers are likely also part of the sacrifice."

Of course, he only dared to keep this guess in his mind and wouldn't utter a single word.

"The Yin army has been defeated!"

"They've run away! They're trying to escape!!"

"Kill them all!!"

Upon seeing the enemy's movements, the morale of the defenders of Baizhi Immortal City soared.

While rapidly organizing a pursuit team, Tie Guzheng also arranged for most of the cultivators to remain and guard the city.

The pursuing force was like a tiger unleashed from its cage, unstoppable.

The avatar of the White Paper Immortal City Lord personally led the pursuit, killing the Yin soldiers so badly they could not resist and suffered heavy losses.

Ross was strategic in his advances and retreats, constantly arranging for his troops to cover the rear.

Although the ghost army withdrew, it maintained most of its order and did not experience a large-scale rout.

"This general leading the troops is truly remarkable," the White Paper City Lord's clone thought to himself, gritting his teeth.

They could have expanded their gains and achieved an astonishing victory that only happens once every few centuries, but because of Luo Si, the White Paper Immortal City's pursuit team's achievements were greatly diminished.

In the end, even the paper clone saw the central army flag.

She was indignant and gritted her teeth, resolutely throwing out the Tai Su Scattering Ruler.

Spell - Tai Su Yan Hui Bo!

The Tai Su Sanxing Ruler was enveloped in a jade-like light.

The jade light coalesced, then exploded, and a wild goose flew out.

With a flap of its wings, the wild goose immediately soared into the sky and flew towards the army of ghost soldiers.

Wherever it went, it emitted rays of light. Wherever the light covered, the ghostly soldiers scattered and disintegrated.

The ghost generals were terrified and gasped in fear.

Ross rode his horse back and snorted coldly, "They really are relentless."

"That's fine."

"Since you're pushing your luck like this, then let me teach you a lesson you won't forget."

He spread his fingers and made a grabbing motion in the air.

A fishing rod appeared out of nowhere, complete with its own fishing line.

The River of Oblivion, a hook that transcends three lifetimes!
The fishing hook flashed with a brilliant light, and in an instant it soared through the sky, hooking a wild goose in the air.

The goose cried out in pain as its beak was hooked and it was dragged along.

The City Lord of White Paper was shocked and hurriedly tried to dispel the spell to allow the Tai Su Scattering Ruler to return.

The spell was indeed cast, but there was no reaction whatsoever.

The form of the wild goose has been locked in place by the hanging hook, and cannot change.

Luo Si raised his fishing rod, extended his left palm, and smoothly grabbed the wild goose that had been pulled over.

He grabbed it, and a ghostly aura and surging magical power rapidly combined various spells and talismans to suppress the restless and struggling wild goose.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers' morale, which had been low, immediately rebounded significantly, leading to a resurgence of military strength.

The White Paper City Lord's clone had not expected that Luo Si possessed such astonishing abilities. She was filled with regret and subconsciously ordered a full-scale attack, determined to reclaim the priceless treasure, the Tai Su Scattering Ruler.

However, when Luo Si issued the military order, Xie Sichao activated the magic array he had set up, stirring up a large amount of water from the Nether Dragon River.

The ghostly soldiers were immersed in the surging waters of the Netherworld Dragon River, ready for battle.

This time, it's their turn to have the advantage of terrain.

The pursuers from the White Paper Immortal City fought fiercely, but achieved little and suffered heavy casualties.

"Lord City Lord, the situation is dire. Should we retreat back into the city first?" a subordinate suggested, mustering his courage in his concern.

The white paper clone pursed its lips, staring intently at the central army banner.

Tai Su Sanxing Ruler!
That was a priceless treasure left by the scholar Xuan Su in the Immortal City of White Paper, which she lost.

Even though it is one entity, the blank paper clone has no face to go back and face the original!

However, just as she was about to persist, the Nether Dragon River underwent another change. One of the enemy's magic arrays activated, unleashing boundless Yin energy.

The barrier between the Yin and Yang worlds has been broken down once again.

The army of ghost soldiers stopped retreating. If they retreated any further, they could retreat directly to the underworld.

They stopped where they were and rearranged their formation. The ghostly army quickly took shape, like a mountain range blocking the way for the pursuers.

The pursuers from the White Paper Immortal City instinctively gathered together.

Under the central banner, Luo Si spoke calmly, yet his voice carried clearly throughout the surroundings: "Lord of White Paper City, thank you for the treasure you bestowed upon me before your departure."

With just one sentence, his team's morale was boosted significantly.

The White Paper City Lord's clone was so angry that his eyebrows shot up, and he almost ordered an attack, but in the end he held back.

She stared intently at the central army flag and uttered with difficulty, "Withdraw."

The pursuers, who had charged out of the city with high morale, were now retreating slowly, looking rather disheveled.

"Lord Ross, shall we not give chase?"

"The enemy is not an army after all; we can use military tactics."

Many ghost generals were eager to make their move and came forward to offer their advice.

Luo Si glanced at them indifferently: "If you want to go, then go after them. But I must obey Lord Fu's orders, return to the capital, and assist in the defense of the altar."

Those troublesome generals had long since perished in the siege. Although they were the defeated side, Ross had earned considerable prestige during the siege. For a time, the generals fell silent, choosing to obey Ross's orders.

The paper army marched swiftly.

On the banks of the River of Oblivion, the waves surged to the sky. At the edge of the horizon, a celestial city rose high above the river, its towers standing tall and shrouded in a vast mist.

"That's the Immortal City of Oblivion." The Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin stood on the chariot, pointing into the distance, and said to Sun Lingtong.

Sun Lingtong stared intently, her eyes flashing with a hint of brilliance, and said with difficulty, "The Immortal City is in the middle of the river. How can our army possibly break in? Even getting close is incredibly difficult. This is the River of Oblivion."

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin smiled slightly and shook her head, saying, "This army has no need to approach the Immortal City."

Sun Lingtong: "Does Auntie have some brilliant plan?"

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin: "You can sneak in. My army, however, must immediately head to the Water Burial Valley."

Sun Lingtong's eyes widened: "Huh?!"

He pointed to himself and exclaimed incredulously, "Uncle, Aunt, I led a dozen or so cavalrymen and infiltrated their main camp?"

Buddhist Physician Meng Yaoyin shook her head: "It's just you. The rest of the cavalry will naturally return to their units."

Even the bold Sun Lingtong gasped and said with a wry smile, "Auntie, Auntie, this is not the time for jokes."

(End of this chapter)