The Second Sha General

[Lei Hanxiao looked down at the black spearhead piercing his chest, his expression calm.]

[Behind him, Second Sha General slowly emerged from the gray mist.]

[This evil Sha General the previous one, and looked no different from an ordinary person.]

[It was only wearing a tattered cloak.]

The Inscriptions on the cloak gleamed with an eerie light.

[It clutched in its hand the long spear that had pierced Lei Hanxiao's chest.]

[And its two will-o'-the-wisps, staring at Lei Hanxiao's back, slowly tilted its head.]

That gesture seemed to be confirming whether the prey was dead.

Two Sha Generals?!

[One figure draws fire from the front, while the other waits in the shadows for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the Black Moon Camp General? ]

Lei Hanxiao did not turn around.

A pale golden light burst forth from his wound, from which blood mist had seeped.

[Sword-Bone Golden Body Art]

He lowered his head, then suddenly raised his hands, gripping the protruding black tip of the gun against his chest.

[The majority of Ruin Sha's body is formed from his Sha Qi. His so-called weapons are mostly extensions of his true form, illusions manifested through his physical body.]

[Lei Hanxiao gripped the spear and seized his opponent.]

The Sha Qi emanating from the spear shaft seemed to seep into his meridians like a living thing, but Lei Hanxiao appeared completely oblivious, forcefully locking the Cloaked Sha General behind him in place.

"Gotcha."

He swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice so low that only the monster behind him could hear him.

[The next instant, golden light burst forth from the top of Lei Hanxiao's head.]

[A three-inch-tall golden Nascent Soul, filled with resolute Killing Intent, burst forth from the body!]

[The Nascent Soul's small face bore the same cold and stern expression as its original form.]

He stood in mid-air, his voice clear.

["The battle begins!"]

A truly Army of a Hundred Battles doesn't need to think about giving orders.

[Below, He Zhantao's face was still showing shock, but his body had already reacted before his brain could.]

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, forcibly gathering his nearly dissipated Spiritual Power once more.

"Form ranks! Cough... Push forward!"

[The thousand Sword Cultivators, who had just breathed their last and whose meridians were still throbbing, bit their tongues almost simultaneously and instinctively raised their swords.]

[The White Tiger phantom, which was about to dissipate in mid-air, suddenly paused and solidified again.]

[But this time, the White Tiger's phantom was accompanied by a ghastly bloody aura.]

[The Sword Light at the edge of the White Tiger's phantom was even shedding fragments.]

However, it did solidify.

[Lei Hanxiao's Nascent Soul took a step forward and directly merged into the White Tiger.]

The greatsword that had been hanging to one side was activated once more.

[The ghostly Cloaked Sha General's eye sockets flickered violently; it sensed danger and tried to retreat.]

But Lei Hanxiao's body still gripped the gun barrel tightly, pinning it in mid-air.

"Cut him off again."

[A silver ribbon traversed the heavens and earth for the second time.]

[But this sword strike was ultimately neither fast enough nor pure enough.]

[The first strike had drained the purest Killing Intent and Spiritual Power from the thousand-man army formation. Lei Hanxiao, severely injured, was forcibly defending the formation with Nascent Soul, which was like water without a source.]

[The moment the Sword Light fell, the two eerie green flames Cloaked Sha General shrank violently. It severed its connection with the spear, and with its left hand, it gathered a large number of ancient Inscriptions and thrust them upwards sharply.]

[The Sword Light cleaved through the Inscription, slicing into its left shoulder and then slicing down its chest.]

[This Sha General, the size of a normal person, had its entire left shoulder and half of its chest cleaved into a cloud of black smoke, and its entire form became extremely ethereal.]

[The two will-o'-the-wisps flickered violently like candles in the wind, almost going out on the spot.]

But those two will-o'-the-wisps held on; they didn't die.

[Click--]

[The Thousand-Person Tiger Roar Formation has finally reached its limit.]

The Formation Technique completely collapsed.

[Below, hundreds of Sword Cultivators coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, too weak to even grip their swords.]

[In mid-air, the White Tiger's illusory image shattered inch by inch.]

[Lei Hanxiao's Nascent Soul dimmed to its lowest point, and it slumped weakly out of the Void, crashing back into his physical body.]

[The moment his Nascent Soul returned to its place, Lei Hanxiao's hands, which had been tightly gripping the spear, finally loosened.]

His body slid off the long black spear and fell from mid-air.

[In the sky.]

The cloaked general, whose body had been partially severed, swayed slightly.

[Black mist constantly escaped from its edges, making it appear as broken as a bubble that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.]

The two faint will-o'-the-wisps glanced at Lei Hanxiao on the ground, then looked down at the densely packed Wandering Sha and Military Sha outside the canyon.

[It neither retreated into the gray mist nor pounced on Lei Hanxiao.]

[Its only remaining right hand suddenly opened.]

[Inside and outside the canyon, the Wandering Sha and Military Sha that had previously retreated to the sides, and even the lingering Blood Sha Death Qi in the air, were as if being held down by an invisible hand.]

["Call--"]

[Like all rivers flowing into the sea.]

[Large amounts of black mist and residual Sha Qi transformed into thick, dark Whirlpool, frantically pouring into the Cloaked Sha General's mangled body!]

It devours all the Ruin Sha on the battlefield.

[The severed half of the chest, under the onslaught of massive amounts of Sha Qi, began to writhe. Dark gray mist intertwined and pulled, forcibly reconstructing the mutilated body.]

It is recovering.

Despair, like icy seawater, has once again engulfed Black Moon Gorge.

[Options pop up.]

[A: The Sha General strange; taking advantage of the brief moment it recovered, he grabbed the bucket and ran away.]

[B: Although the Sha General is strange, a half-crippled Sha General, damn it!]

[C: Takes out Message Jade Talisman and sends a message to West-Suppressing Sword Pass: "Leader, Black Moon Gorge KPI exceeded target. We encountered two Sha Generals, one has been killed, and the other is under negotiation. How should Overtime be calculated? Also, our Camp General was stabbed. Which department needs to sign the work injury assessment materials?"]