Crack!
Boom!
The skies above Liusha Country flashed with blue lightning as the ancient peach tree shimmered with radiant light. Its thunderous energy and purification aura sent ghost soldiers and generals scattering in terror.
The tree exuded an overwhelming aura, uniquely attuned to obliterating evil spirits.
The power of nature at work.
While the thousand-year-old peach tree hadn't yet taken a humanoid form and lacked the raw combat strength of a grand demon, its innate suppression of evil made it a fearsome, enchanted weapon. Against ghosts and specters, it was essentially a cheat code—inflicting 10x damage to regular targets but 10,000x against evil entities.
The Ghost King, despite being a Mystic Immortal of the Ghost Dao, felt his scalp tingle with fear. No amount of scheming could have prepared him for such a devastating artifact.
Far away, the Great King Yellow Wind saw the chaos caused by the tree. Laughing heartily, he grabbed his iron spear.
"Charge! Kill them all!" he commanded.
The eager demonic troops roared in unison. Led by their generals, they surged through the clouds, descending upon the city of Liusha like a storm.
"What about us?" Zhuojin asked, his voice tinged with both nervousness and excitement.
"You?"
The Great King Yellow Wind glanced back at the human auxiliary forces.
He hadn't brought them along merely for combat—they were symbolic. The humans' presence would help foster trust and camaraderie between them and the demon troops, laying the groundwork for a future alliance.
Still, since they had volunteered, they deserved a chance to contribute. It would give them a sense of accomplishment, much like involving all players in a game instead of letting one person hog all the glory.
Even in leadership, the Great King Yellow Wind knew that people needed roles to feel connected to their "home" and motivated to protect it.
With this in mind, he made a quick decision.
"You'll accompany me. Focus on clearing out the outer ghosts and specters around Liusha Country."
"Understood!" Zhuojin saluted, leading the humans to secure the outskirts.
The Great King Yellow Wind leapt high into the air, heading straight for the city.
[You have slain the Red-Eyed Zombie and randomly plundered its trait: Blood Control (Blue). Fuse?]
[Blood Control (Blue): Manipulate your own and others' blood for healing or combat purposes.]
The notification flashed in his mind as the results of his earlier lightning assault became apparent. Several ghost generals and specters had fallen, each dropping traits, but the zombie's ability piqued his interest.
"Fuse!"
The Blood Control trait wasn't particularly powerful by his current standards, but it had significant potential for growth.
Inside the city, the Mouse General, Silver Wolf General, and others led their troops in a fierce battle against the ghostly forces. The streets were littered with the remains of specters, ghosts, and shattered skeletons.
As the Great King Yellow Wind advanced, he saw cauldrons bubbling with sinister fluids, filled with the floating remnants of infants, children, and even young beasts.
Their wails of anguish filled the air, their resentment and hatred practically palpable.
Thousands of tortured souls haunted the scene, their lingering grievances a testament to the atrocities committed here.
The Great King Yellow Wind's expression turned icy.
These acts of cruelty and torment were beyond forgiveness.
"These monsters don't deserve to exist."
Approaching the palace, he saw an altar glowing with an eerie red light—the color of congealed blood.
The air reeked of iron, and the bricks beneath his feet were darkened with dried gore. Fresh stains suggested recent sacrifices.
Ghost generals surrounded the altar, their formation holding back the ancient peach tree while protecting the Ghost King, who was in the midst of a ritual. Slowly, the ghostly gates behind the altar began to creak open.
"They're trying to escape back to the underworld!" the peach tree warned.
"Not on my watch!"
The Great King Yellow Wind strode forward, his voice booming:
"Fiends! Your evil ends here!"
Lightning surged through his spear.
Thunder-based attacks were devastating against ghostly foes, and his weapon became a conduit for their destruction.
He thrust his spear with force, the air splitting with a deafening explosion.
CRASH!
The formation collapsed instantly. Four or five ghost generals disintegrated in a flash of light, their souls scattered to the wind.
"Kill!"
Pressing forward, he skewered the bird-faced demon trying to take flight, then shattered the skull of a bone demon with another blow.
The remaining ghost generals fled in terror.
On the altar, the Ghost King stood before the ghostly gate, its connection to the underworld growing stronger.
The Great King Yellow Wind locked eyes with his target.
[Race: Ghost – Corpse Demon]
[Realm: Mystic Immortal – Taiyi Ghost Immortal]
[Traits: Shebi's True Blood (Gold), Ghost Command (Purple), Master Alchemist (Purple), Blade Mastery (Purple), Hellfire (Purple), Formation Mastery (Purple)…]
The Ghost King growled, "Rat Demon King, I am a Mystic Immortal! If you force my hand, you'll die too."
"But," it added, "I don't wish to fight to the death. Let me return to the underworld, and I'll gift you a cauldron of soul-nourishing pills. Why risk your life for mortals who mean nothing to you?"
The Great King Yellow Wind said nothing, his spear crackling with purple lightning.
He lunged forward, slamming his weapon down with tremendous force. The lightning danced wildly as it struck, shattering the altar and sending debris flying.
"You'll regret this!"
The Ghost King roared, summoning a blood-red demon blade that radiated deathly cold. It clashed against the spear in a flurry of sparks and thunder.
CLANG!
The Ghost King was sent flying, the demon blade left with a gaping crack.
"Impossible! You're not a mere Taiyi Loose Immortal!" the Ghost King shouted in shock.
"You're outdated," the Great King Yellow Wind replied coldly.
He swung his spear again, lightning arcs coiling like dragons, enveloping the Ghost King in a storm of destruction.
Ten strikes later, the Ghost King was pinned to the ground, its ghostly body riddled with holes.
"Spare me!" it pleaded, writhing in pain.
"Spare you? I couldn't live with myself if I did."
The Great King Yellow Wind's gaze was merciless.
"Kill me, and you'll regret it!" the Ghost King screamed. "I'm just a pawn for—"
Suddenly, the ghostly gate fully opened, and a beam of golden light shot out.
Snatchers?!
Reacting instantly, the Great King Yellow Wind swung his spear to block the light.
THUD!
The light turned into a phantom golden bell, shattering upon impact. Its residual shockwaves obliterated the Ghost King's soul before vanishing entirely.
"Who dares?!"
The Great King Yellow Wind roared, staring into the fading gate. For a fleeting moment, he glimpsed a towering figure shrouded in shadow before the gate slammed shut.
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