Immortal Creation.

Chapter 657 Ross Slays the Enemy

"Ross has gone mad, he's gone mad!"

"Attack together!"

"Kill this traitor!"

Xie Sichao, the White Bone Crocodile Demon, and other powerful beings roared and besieged Luo Si.

Although Luo Si received guidance from the Old Man of Gray Bones and steadily climbed the ranks in the River of Oblivion, he was still an outsider, and his time there was too short to gain his trust.

His appointment as commander of the White Paper Immortal City's attacking army was simply a result of other senior officials not wanting to take responsibility themselves, so they passed this hot potato to him.

In essence, he is still an outsider.

They lacked the time, the opportunity, and the connections to truly integrate into the Wangchuan Underworld system.

Even Ross himself, having long ago been guided by the old man of gray bones (who told him he would meet his destined master), subconsciously kept his distance from the River of Oblivion.

However, Luo Si is at the Nascent Soul level, and being appointed as the commander of the army means that his personal combat strength is naturally recognized by the top leaders such as the Lord of Wangchuan.

He easily blocked the attack from the crowd, then broke free and, like a rainbow of light, quickly arrived in front of Master Hanyan.

"let me!"

"You two go first."

Ning Zhuo and Qing Yan exchanged a glance, then turned away from the battle and quickly rejoined Qing Jiao's army.

Seeing the Qingjiao Army's fierce offensive, Xie Sichao, the White Bone Crocodile Demon, and others quickly abandoned their pursuit of Luo Si and rushed to take charge of the army.

However, the army under Ross's command consisted of more than just monks.

There are also a large number of ghosts!
woo woo woo...

Amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, Big-Headed Ghost, Small-Headed Ghost, Ghost Mother, Drowned Ghost, Hanged Ghost, Skinning Ghost, and others became the source of the chaos, mercilessly killing their own allies!
The vast majority of these ghosts lack intelligence and strictly obey the orders of the highest commander.

The Qingjiao Army was too small in number to deal with Luo Si's forces; it was like a mouse attacking an elephant. The latter was too large, and it was unrealistic to completely crush it.

But under Roth's orders, the elephant itself engaged in a fierce internal struggle and began to collapse from within.

Xie Sichao and others tried their best to maintain the relationship, but with little success.

"The situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and it is no longer possible for us to save ourselves on our own."

"We can only wait for the Imperial Guards to come to our rescue!"

However, while they were hoping for external help, the Imperial Guards were also preoccupied with their own problems.

The reason lies with the Mother of a Hundred Ghosts.

This old cultivator, with her profound knowledge and skills, was adept at enslaving ghosts. She had carefully selected and nurtured hundreds of powerful ghosts, whose combat prowess was outstanding, thus earning her the title of "Mother of a Hundred Ghosts."

With her death, the hundreds of powerful ghosts she had been raising were no longer restrained and gained complete freedom, so they immediately began to act.

Some fled, some stood still looking around, while others, filled with hatred and resentment, ruthlessly attacked the Imperial Guards.

So it was quite awkward that the Imperial Guard and Ross's forces encountered internal strife for the same reason almost simultaneously.

Before turning against his own side, Luo Si had already considered the possible consequences. Therefore, he focused his efforts on the Hundred Ghost Mother, using her ghostly pets to orchestrate the battlefield!

The entire Qingjiao Army rode black blood paper horses.

The eerie green flames burned fiercely within the paper horse's body, and immense power was transmitted through its cardboard frame to the horse's entire form. The horse's hooves thundered as they trod.

The paper horses' silence made them seem even more fearless, and the oppressive feeling brought by their silent charge was more suffocating than their neighing!

bang bang bang...

A series of muffled thuds followed as countless cultivators under Luo Si's command fell along the Qingjiao Army's charge route.

"Fire arrows! Throw spears!" The junior officer shouted, desperately directing the attack, taking advantage of the time gained by the heavy casualties at the front.

Jiao Ma's father waved the bone-bladed battle flag, depleting his troops and activating defensive tactics.

The Bone Blade Battle Banner immediately emitted a layer of light green light, which quickly covered all the members of the Qingjiao Army.

The rain of arrows and spears aimed at the Qingjiao Army seemed to have struck an invisible swamp, being slowed and deflected. In the end, less than a tenth of the arrows hit their targets; they were sparse, weak, and powerless.

Qingchi is always at the forefront.

The demon girl took the lead, her whole body engulfed in blazing blue flames.

The azure flames even enveloped her mount as she charged forward, burning the cultivators and causing them to scream in agony.

Qing Chi's fists and feet clashed, unleashing a series of fist and palm imprints formed from condensed azure flames.

With the support of her military forces, and with Luo Si's troops in an unprecedentedly weakened state, they were utterly unable to withstand Qing Chi's ferocious power. Several Golden Core cultivators perished under Qing Chi's onslaught.

Following closely behind Qing Chi was Qing Jiao's elite troops, wielding the Crescent Moon Greatsword.

They clung tightly to their horses' backs, as if they had become one with the paper horse skeletons. The moment they charged into the enemy ranks, these cavalrymen swung their swords fiercely!

"Buzz—Clang—!"

A strange metallic tremor tore through the air; it wasn't the clash of metal, but more like the cracking of a glacier!
The blade flashed out like a bolt of lightning, and the deep blue moonlight burst forth from the cracks in the ice, transforming into countless condensed, yet jagged, spatial ripples of cold blade light!
Wherever the blade's edge passed, the space seemed to be frozen and torn apart by the extremely sharp moonlight!
Whether it was heavy armor, defensive spells, or weapons blocking in front, they were all cut, frozen, and shattered by the blade's edge!
Then the blade's edge slashed through the cultivator's body. Whether it was flesh and blood or a ghostly body, it instantly froze in the extreme low temperature, then turned into icy blue powder, dying on the spot.

The soldiers following closely behind with the Crescent Moon Blade were wielding Sky-Splitting Spears.

The spearhead was not made of metal, but rather of countless layers of talisman paper, tightly rolled, compressed, and glued together with incredible density.

The long spears that cleaved through the air struck the enemy one after another.

"Puff puff puff puff puff—!"

The muffled thuds of piercing, as dense as rain, blended together.

The fluffy middle section of the spearhead suddenly exploded, and countless fragments of talisman paper, compressed to the extreme, shot forward. The talisman was activated, tearing through space, and then, along with countless fragments of void, formed a terrifying storm.

Countless enemies were riddled with holes by the spray of void fragments.

The Sky-Splitting Spear was retracted, leaving only the lower half of the spearhead. But it didn't matter; tiny fragments of talisman paper rapidly transferred from the spear body, gathering at the very tip and solidifying into a new spearhead.

Led by the Crescent Moon Blade, they cleaved a wide path.

Then, with each thrust of the Sky-Splitting Spear, the stubbornly resisting individual was instantly annihilated.

"Stop them! Stop them!" An officer roared, his eyes bloodshot, as he tried to control the battle.

But the Qingjiao Army was like a giant python, weaving through the massive enemy ranks with extremely fierce attacks.

Anyone who stood in their way was killed on the spot.

The Qingjiao Army also paid a price, with several men killed and hundreds injured to varying degrees, some slightly and some seriously.

Seeing this, Qing Chi took a deep breath, suddenly expended 40% of his military strength to empower himself, and cast a spell!
Spell - Ring of Withering and Flourishing.

The intense blue flames burning all over her body suddenly spread outwards from the center of the blue flames, forming a huge blue-green fire ring.

The green flames brushed against the bodies of the soldiers of the Qingjiao Army, bringing with them a scalding vitality.

Their wounds stopped bleeding quickly, and new flesh and pale blue skin grew at a visible rate!

Even those black blood paper horses, the pale green ghost fire in their chests suddenly blazed, the paper skin became plump, and the withered skeletons emitted a faint hum, exuding a more vigorous yin energy.

When the green flames covered the enemy troops, it created a completely different scene.

The enemy soldiers screamed in agony as they were burned, their flesh withering and carbonizing in the fire, leaving only their bones exposed, which were burned into twisted, dry charcoal.

Most of the enemy soldiers rapidly shrank, eventually becoming a pile of withered bones and charred grease shrouded in the gray smoke of their tattered armor.

The Qingjiao Army has almost fully recovered, and their morale has soared.

Qing Chi took a few deep breaths, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, his fighting spirit soaring like a dragon.

Master Hanyan was engaged in battle with Luo Si. The former was surrounded by surging cold air, with countless ice crystals condensing and shooting out, his attacks fierce and violent, like a storm.

The latter held a fishing rod, swung the fishing line, creating ripples in the air to block the attack of the ice shards, maintaining a very stable position.

Master Hanyan sneered, attempting to exert pressure with words: "Luo Si, how foolish you are!"

Even if you manage to keep me occupied for now, what can you do?

"Don't forget, your resume is still in the secret vault of the Immortal City of Oblivion! The orders have already been sent back the moment you defected!"

"Perhaps in the next moment, you will be cursed to death."

"If you turn back now and abandon darkness for light, you might still be spared death!"

Ross's eyes were calm and unwavering, devoid of fear or hesitation, displaying only an almost martyr-like focus.

He felt as if he were facing an abyss once again, just as he had once been trapped in a desperate situation in Duanlong Gorge.

“Master Hanyan, I know this without you reminding me.”

"But I believe in the old man with gray bones!"

"The moment I led my army into this place, I received his divine message."

“My wise ruler is right before me; I do not believe I will be easily cursed to death.”

Master Hanyan sneered again: "To entrust your life to outsiders? How foolish!"

Roth: "Back then, if it weren't for the old man in gray bones helping me, I wouldn't have had any reason or clarity, and I would have become a ghost long ago."

"If he can save me, why would he harm me?"

“If it weren’t for his guidance and arrangements throughout the years, how could I have achieved such a meteoric rise in my career?”

Master Hanyan roared in exasperation, "He's using you!"

"Even if he uses me and harms me, at worst, I'll give him my life." Luo Si laughed nonchalantly.

"Stubborn fool! Die!" Master Hanyan was completely enraged. He stopped talking and pointed his finger at Luo Si.

Ice Mage - Freeze and Kill!
A beam of dark blue light suddenly shot out, more condensed and thicker than when it was used against Ning Zhuoqingyan!
The icy line, like the judge's pen of Yama, carried deadly intent and moved faster than lightning, piercing towards Luo Si's brow and upper dantian.

Ross dodged quickly, his speed astonishing.

But Master Hanyan only needs to turn his finger to control the direction of the ice line, and the speed is even faster!

Where the ice line passes, the air leaves clearly visible frost-white traces that linger for a long time.

Luo Sixin knew he couldn't escape it, so he suddenly jerked his wrist, which was gripping the fishing rod, and the Three Lives Hook at the end of the fishing line suddenly disappeared!

Ding!
A crisp, clear sound rang out, like ice crystals shattering in a glass cup.

The Three Lives Hanging Hook appeared inside the body of Master Hanyan.

Ross suddenly jerked the rod.

Master Hanyan sneered: "My Hanyan Body has long been cultivated to the point that it has no conventional weaknesses. It's all in vain... uh."

The next moment, his sneer froze, then was quickly replaced by a look of horror.

The Three Lives Hook, carrying a large portion of his magical power, vitality, and spirit, left his body and vanished into the void.

At that moment, Master Hanyan focused all his energy on protection.

But the attacks from fishing hooks and lines are quite strange, and the usual protective measures are completely ineffective!

Ross was hit by the freezing shot, and his entire left arm was frozen solid.

The smoky body of the Cold Smoke Immortal was noticeably thinner, and his aura had decreased by 30%.

The two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand, and each achieved some results!
They continued fighting, battling from mid-air to the ground, and then entangled in combat all the way back up into the sky.

The more Hanyan Shangren fought, the more alarmed he became.

He originally thought that without the support of military power, Luo Si, this military strategist, might be a formidable fighter, but he would never be a match for him.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, he completely overturned his previous assumptions, unable to hide his shock: "He's this strong even without military support. If he had military support, how many rounds could I have lasted against him?"

"No!"

"I must kill him, with all my might!"

Ice Mage - Eternal Ice Prison!
He pressed his hands down, and a surge of immense Nascent Soul level magical power, mixed with military force, erupted.

The Cold Mist Immortal's body swelled violently, transforming into a blast of cold air, and he threw himself at Luo Si.

Wherever it goes, space is instantly frozen.

Ross retreated rapidly, but the cold air dispersed, encircling and swallowing him from behind.

In the end, the cold current turned into ice blocks, as huge as mountains, sealing Ross inside the heart of the mountain.

The iceberg trembled slightly, and a cold laugh came from the Cold Smoke Master: "Luo Si, it is an honor enough for you to die under my strongest trump card."

But the next moment, a barely perceptible fishing line began to exert force around Ross's frozen body.

It slithered through the ice like a serpent, seemingly oblivious to the frozen space.

The River of Oblivion Ferry Route!
The fishing line pierced through the ice and one end protruded from the iceberg.

Ross's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already at the very tip of the fishing line.

Before Master Hanyan could change his move, Luo Si gripped the fishing line tightly and pulled it outwards sharply.

Fishing skills – a lifelong pursuit!
Master Hanyan was heartbroken and let out a miserable roar. The entire iceberg suddenly collapsed, turning into billions of ice blocks and fragments.

The endless ice shards transformed back into terrifying cold air.

The cold air gathered together, trying to return to human form, but it kept rolling and could not be fixed.

A few breaths later, it dissipated completely, like morning mist sizzling in the sunlight.

Master Hanyan has been killed in action!
Ross was deathly pale, his injuries were severe, and his breathing had plummeted.

After slowly landing on the ground, he could only spread out the fishing line, circle around, and take an emergency rest to heal his wounds.

The Qingjiao Army has already routed Luo Si's forces.

Ning Zhuo, Qing Chi, Qing Yan, and the others were all exhausted, their magical power and physical strength almost depleted.

The situation is even more serious for other comrades.

There was no other way; they only had a few hundred men, while their opponents were far too numerous. The Qingjiao Army, despite its strength, was in a desperate situation, constantly engaging in all-out battles, fearing that the enemy might recover and reorganize.

Even if only a portion of them are organized, they will be a tough nut to crack and will cause significant losses to the Qingjiao Army.

Fortunately, the entire army fought bravely and united as one. Ning Zhuo repeatedly launched solo attacks, and Qing Chi also demonstrated amazing battlefield intuition, nipping every budding attempt to organize itself in the bud.

woohoo hoo...

Ning Zhu was panting heavily, while Qing Chi was drenched in sweat.

They achieved amazing results, but their endurance had reached its limit.

If the fighting continues, not to mention the enemy, our own territory will collapse first.

"Oh no!" Ning Zhuo looked back, his expression hardening.

The situation in Luo Si is relatively better; it has been completely crushed. However, the Imperial Guards are facing a different situation. There is no second Qingjiao Army to suppress them, and organized remnants of the army have emerged.

(End of this chapter)