487 Ten thousand Ghosts (2/2)
\”What the…\”
The attack had taken the blade master by surprise. He suddenly felt that his vigor and energy were sapped by an unseen force. His arms dropped down listlessly and the long blade felt as heavy as a truck in his hands.
\”Shoot! They have cursed me.\”
Before he had time to improvise a plan B, a walking dead had shuffled toward him and shot out two black rotten arms at the man's belly, tore it open and disemboweled him.
A powerful Martial Artist, such as he was, died a violent death.
The entire battleground was filled with such tragic and heroic moments.
The spell casters from the Bai family had summoned large fireballs and rained death from above. Meanwhile, the disciples of the Ghost Witch Sect commanded their mindless soldiers to rip the alliance fighters into pieces.
So far, no one seemed to have an upper hand.
However, the stalemate quickly came to an end once the Perfected Cultivator Shi and Dong Hezi joined the battle.
\”Kaboom!\”
Perfected Cultivator Si's first move was accompanied by a deafening blare.
He had summoned a snarling rock dragon out from under the earth. This dragon was over a dozen meters long and it charged into the rank of his enemy like a huge truck. Its skin was covered with jagged edges that lacerated those who touched it. It created a bloody path among the enemies.
\”Blade Arise!\”
Dong Hezi brought out a sword made out of peach-wood and hurled it out. The peach-wood used to construct the sword had been cured for over a hundred years and was harder than steel. The sword flew to the sky and remained afloat as Dong Hezi started his spell.
\”Shu!\”
Suddenly, the sword darted forward, turning into a streak of red light and plummeted into the enemy. The magical blade was extremely potent to the walking dead and could strike down multiple of them with one hit.
The sword gave off a hundred meter long Blade Qi just like a blade in the hands of a Sword Immortal.
\”Interesting.\”
Chen Fan caught a glimpse of the flying sword, but he wasn't all that impressed by its power.
Dong Hezi had used a Peach Wood Sword. Although it was a potent weapon against the walking dead, its range was very limited. It was much more inferior in power when compared to the Lin Family's Art of Sword Reining.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan's Art of Flying Sword could reach as far as over thirty kilometers and could strike down a fighter jet with ease.
That being said, since both Perfected Cultivator Shi and Dong Hezi were Dharma Cultivation cultivators, their involvement quickly changed the tide of the battle. They weakened the Ghost Witch Sect's defense and pushed them back toward the top of the mountain.
Even as the Alliance of the Six thought that victory was within their reach, a jarring and harsh voice came down from the mountain peak.
\”You Scoundrels! How dare you barge into my sect and slaughter my disciples! I will make you taste the Gnawing of Ten Thousand Ghosts!\”
Before the voice faded, a wave of ghastly howling came up as the sky suddenly turned dark.
\”Shit!\”
The development stupefied Bai Wuji and the others.
Perfected Shi cast a solemn look at the peak of the mountain and said: \”This is the Array of Ten thousand Ghosts. I thought it was already destroyed by the Heavenly Master Sect. They must have rebuilt it.\”
Chen Fan looked up at the stone temple and saw a plume of dark smoke billowing out from its roof and quickly spread across the sky like a blanket, blocking the sunlight.
It took the other fighters a while to realize that it was not smoke, instead, it was a conglomeration of countless ghosts and spirits.
\”They are all… ghosts!\”
Most of the fighters from the Alliance of the Six were average mortals so the ghastly sight had terrified them.
\”Cowards and Idiots! What is there to be afraid of when you are fighting alongside the Immortal Master? The Immortal Master can banish dark spirits ten times worse than these.\”
Bai Wuji turned around and berated the wavering soldiers.
He was able to reinstall some sense into the soldiers' minds and make them think more clearly.
\”Yea.\”
They still had Chen Fan!
Chen Fan was powerful enough to bring down a nation and defeat an army of ten thousand strong. Compared to the deadly Infantry Division 116, these ghosts would be a walk in the park for Chen Fan.
\”KILL!\”
Perfected Cultivator Shi shouted, rallying his soldiers and spell casters to charge forward and rain spells onto their enemies.
In order to take corporeal form in the mortal world, these dark spirits and ghosts had to take the risk of being injured by spells.
Many evil spirits quickly changed tactics and chose to possess the villagers, turning them into fearless Martial arts experts and drove them to throw themselves at their enemies with abandon.
\”Bang, bang, bang!\”
After just one wave of charge, these possessed villagers and dark spirits had already significantly weakened the defense of the Alliance of the Six.
Although the alliance had martial artists, armed soldiers, and even two Perfected Cultivators, they wouldn't stop the insistent charges.
They were quickly overwhelmed by vile spirits and mindless villagers coming from all sides. The possessed villagers were nearly impervious to pain, which made them nearly unstoppable.
\”Immortal Master Chen?\”
Seeing they were losing the battle, Perfected Cultivator Shi turned to Chen Fan and yelled at him for help.
Chen Fan linked his hands behind his back and examined the dark shadows that blotted out the sun. His lips thinned into a smile as he fished out a Bone flute from a small gourd.
Summoning Flute of Demon God!