Above Liusha Country
The rolling black clouds swirled like waves, filled with ominous ghostly energy.
Thirty miles away, the Great King Yellow Wind stood atop a cloud, his demonic army arrayed behind him. Banners flapped in the wind as he drew his Divine Bow, its arc forming a perfect crescent under his grip.
The arrow's tip aimed unerringly at the city below.
His sharp gaze, silver with golden pupils, pierced through the veils of gloom.
With Piercing Void Eyes (Purple) to unravel illusions and formations, and Heart Mirror of Ten Thousand Fathoms (Purple) to lock onto his target, his sight transcended mortal limitations.
In short, he was using "wall-hacks and aim bot."
The Ghost King sensed the threat and raised its gaze to meet his.
"Fire!"
The Great King Yellow Wind exhaled sharply, releasing the bowstring.
The lightning-charged peachwood arrow tore through the air with a crackling sound.
BOOM!
Thunder rumbled across the heavens as the arrow streaked through the clouds, trailing arcs of dazzling lightning.
It moved faster than the eye could follow, closing the thirty-mile distance in an instant. To the city below, it seemed as though divine punishment had descended.
CRACK!
The arrow struck with devastating force, exploding in a flash of light.
The red-eyed zombie general caught in its path was instantly reduced to charred ash. A nearby ghostly officer fared no better, torn apart by the blast.
The remaining ghost generals were hurled through the air like leaves in a storm.
The Ghost King managed to shield itself and the massive cauldron with a surge of ghostly energy, but even it was rattled. Its robes were shredded, and its aura wavered.
"Divine punishment?! Is the Heavenly Thunder Division here?!"
The Ghost King recoiled in fear.
To ghostly beings, thunder was the embodiment of pure yang energy—the ultimate bane of their existence.
But before it could recover, another arrow came.
BOOM!
And another.
BOOM!
One after another, five arrows rained down on the city, tearing through the formations, scattering the dark clouds, and plunging the city into chaos.
Thunder roared, sunlight broke through the gaps in the dissipating clouds, and ghosts dissolved like snow in fire.
The demonic army behind the Great King Yellow Wind was stunned into silence.
Old Black Fox, Golden Lion, and Silver Wolf were all wide-eyed, slack-jawed.
Even Iron Eater Bear dropped the bamboo shoot it had been munching on, its ursine eyes bulging in disbelief.
Further back, the auxiliary human forces accompanying the army crowded together on the clouds, craning their necks to witness the display.
They couldn't see clearly at this distance, but the thunderous noise and the sight of black clouds shredding apart left them awestruck.
Among them, Zhuojin, the one-eyed butcher, clenched his pig-slaying knife, tears brimming in his eye.
"Kill them!"
He screamed internally, the memories of the past rushing back.
Years ago, while defending the capital, he had been forced to abandon his family. He blamed himself for the loss of his wife and child during a sudden outbreak of ghosts and zombies.
Now, seeing the specters destroyed by lightning, he felt a surge of hope.
"I'll avenge them," he vowed silently, his grip tightening on the knife.
Among the human forces, a shadowed figure named "Hei Jing" narrowed his eyes.
"Lightning techniques, huh?"
He had volunteered for this expedition, but seeing the Great King Yellow Wind employ thunder arts made him uneasy.
The Heavenly Court was strict about who could use thunder, fire, or wind techniques. Practitioners needed official approval, as these arts were tightly controlled to maintain the court's authority.
The Great King Yellow Wind clearly hadn't registered with the Thunder Division. His unsanctioned use of lightning arts was a direct violation of heavenly laws.
"If he has the right connections, this could be smoothed over… but if not…"
Hei Jing's thoughts trailed off.
Even the Jade Emperor, despite his status, had to contend with the growing arrogance of the Thunder, Fire, and Wind Divisions. These departments had risen to power precisely because of their monopoly on such techniques, cementing the Heavenly Court's authority.
Divine power of the king!"
The shout snapped Hei Jing from his thoughts.
It was the Great Rat General, waving a flag enthusiastically and rallying the troops.
The other demons quickly joined in, their spirits soaring.
"Divine power of the king!"
"Divine power of the king!"
"Divine power of the king!"
Even the humans cheered, emboldened by the display.
"Mouse God is incredible!"
"If we defeat these ghosts, we can reclaim Liusha Country and become heroes!"
"Enough!"
A thunderous voice roared from within Liusha Country.
Black smoke surged skyward, coalescing into the Ghost King's massive, ghostly visage.
"You cowardly rodent! Face me in my city if you dare!"
The Ghost King's voice was filled with fury, its immense pressure shaking the battlefield.
Below, intricate formation lines began glowing faintly as the ghostly officers prepared their trap.
"Lord, let's charge in!" Golden Lion was brimming with battle lust.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" the demons shouted, their blood boiling.
"Why charge in?" The Great King Yellow Wind held up a hand to stop them.
"Uh…" The demons froze in confusion.
"But if we don't go in, they won't come out," one of them pointed out.
The Great King Yellow Wind chuckled. "If they won't come out, we'll just shoot them from here. Longer range means greater strength. Fire first, ask questions later."
"Remember this: Truth lies within range."
The demons: "???"
Hei Jing stroked his chin, pondering those words.
Shaking his head, the Great King Yellow Wind muttered, "Talking tactics with these guys is pointless."
"If there's a trap waiting in the city, let me send in my own little surprise."
He reached into his Bag of Infinite Space, pulling out an ancient peach tree. With a heave, he hurled it into the air.
The peach tree spun through the sky, hurtling thirty miles to land directly above the Ghost King's palace.
The Ghost King stared at the enormous tree, its spectral face twitching in disbelief.
"Did… did he just throw a tree at me?!"
Black smoke surged forward to engulf the tree.
The peach tree, dizzy from the toss, suddenly snapped awake.
Seeing the Ghost King's face rushing toward it, the tree panicked. Its bark and leaves shimmered with light, unleashing waves of Lightning Qi and Peachwood Purification Energy.
Crackle! Sizzle!
The ghostly energy was utterly obliterated.
Below, the Ghost King coughed up a mouthful of spectral blood. It looked skyward, only to see the tree's roots extending downward like tendrils, piercing through its formations.
The Nine-Fiend Yin Gathering Array, which had withstood three lightning strikes, crumbled like paper before the tree's righteous aura.
The ancient peach tree stood tall, its thousand-foot frame glowing with violet light and vibrant green leaves. Strands of azure lightning danced among its branches.
The Ghost King trembled in terror.
"Could it be… the gods Shen Tu and Yu Lei have descended?!"
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