Military Disaster II

In an instant, inside the cell, the old man attacked with lightning speed, unleashing his full power without holding back.

But Zhang Rongfang perfectly dodged every single one of his attacks.

The two men differed significantly in their Enemy Anticipation. Furthermore, the older man seemed to have lost consciousness, making his moves more rigid and easier to predict.

After observing for a while, Zhang Rongfang determined that the other person was unconscious.

Immediately, he extended a finger, calculated the trajectory and move, and suddenly stabbed it between the opponent's eyebrows.

Laugh.

A drop of blood seeped into the wound between the old man's eyebrows.

What Zhang Rongfang didn't expect was that as soon as the drop of blood went in, it immediately emitted wisps of white smoke, as if strong acid were corroding flesh.

The old man immediately stopped moving, and the Silver Thread between his eyebrows began to pulsate, as if he had been stimulated by something.

Large clumps of Silver Thread surged wildly from the wound between his eyebrows, enveloping the drop of blood into a small ball, which then contracted sharply.

With a hissing sound, even more intense white smoke seeped out from the Spirit Thread sphere. Then, the sphere dispersed, turning into countless Spirit Thread that burrowed back into the old man's body.

Everything returned to normal. As if nothing had happened.

And that drop of blood had completely vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, Zhang Rongfang took a few steps back and understood something in his heart.

Just now, he felt the drop of blood he had separated being burned wildly by some kind of fiery power.

This feeling lasted only a few seconds before the blood droplet disappeared, and he lost contact with it.

"Then... how about more?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang suddenly lunged forward, his palms flashing across the old man's limbs one by one.

Under the pressure of the Enemy Anticipation strike, the old man tried to block, but to no avail; his blocks were all seen through and avoided.

After several consecutive sounds of bones breaking.

Sure enough, the old man collapsed and did not get up. His injuries did not heal quickly, and it seemed that his self-healing ability had weakened a lot after losing Human Blood.

Without hesitation, Zhang Rongfang reached out again, forced out the blood, and splashed it onto the other man's chest, where it seeped into his wound.

Hiss!!

This time, a large plume of white smoke billowed out.

It was like water being poured into a pan of oil.

With a sudden roar, countless Silver Spirit Thread shot out wildly from his blood-soaked chest, attempting to attack Zhang Rongfang's palm.

But as soon as they appeared, they were drenched in dripping blood.

Instantly, a large number of Spirit Thread began to turn black, thin, and recede.

The blood quickly turned into white smoke and evaporated.

Zhang Rongfang remained expressionless, calmly watching the scene unfold.

His blood production rate is now far beyond that of ordinary people, so this amount of blood is nothing to him. The key is that the situation that is happening now is beyond his expectations.

His blood.

It seems to be extremely poisonous to the Spirit Thread!?

At this moment Daoist Hong Xian was outside the cell, also approached and looked at the scene before him in shock.

He also knew about the spirit-worshiping thread; such things were invincible, and apart from materials used in the sculptures of gods and Buddhas, nothing in the world could stop them.

But now, these Spirit Thread are being blocked by something else!?

The battle between blood and Spirit Thread lasted only a short while before it ended.

All the Spirit Thread turned into a blackish-gray mass and vanished completely.

The Old Man Hu had completely turned into a mummified corpse, which slowly turned black and began to decompose into ash.

Zhang Rongfang withdrew his hand. From the beginning until now, he had lost about half the blood of an adult.

The result was that the Spirit Thread was corroded and destroyed.

"Why is that?" he couldn't help but ask softly.

"It's because of willpower," Daoist Hong Xian, looking somewhat bewildered.

"Willpower?" Zhang Rongfang looked at him. "Could you explain in more detail, fellow Daoist?"

"You're too kind, Abbot." Daoist Hong Xian thought for a moment. "Having survived for nearly a hundred years, I now have some knowledge and experience, so let me tell you about it."

Looking at the corpse gradually turning to ash on the ground, he said softly, "Many years ago, not long after the Extreme Realm appeared, it is said that some people tried to Worship God with the Extreme Realm in order to reach a higher level and step into the highest realm. But without exception, they all failed."

"How did you fail?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"That's how it is. As soon as the Spirit Thread touches the brow of an Extreme Realm expert, it's like water and Extreme Realm —incompatible, neutralizing each other with the expert's blood. In the end, they both dissipate," Daoist Hong Xian replied.

"Since then, some people have speculated that the reason why Worship God and the Extreme Realm are incompatible is probably the will."

"I am not at the Extreme Realm, so why is this?" Zhang Rongfang asked in confusion.

"Master, you may not know this, but when we receive your blood, we can feel that it is alive! It's like a greedy creature that wants to devour everything, turning everything it touches into nutrients, and then growing more of itself."

"When blood itself carries a strong will, this will does not yield to the Spirit Thread, and the two may clash. Thus, this may be the root cause of what just happened," Daoist Hong Xian speculated and explained.

"If that's really the case, then it's a real shame," Zhang Rongfang shook his head slightly. He had originally planned to convert the Worship God into warriors.

It seems that we have no choice but to give up now.

"Since it won't work, then forget it. We have enough food and medicine. The situation outside is unpredictable. Let's lie low in Wish Woman Canyon for a while. If you have anything to settle, deal with it as soon as possible," he said softly.

"Understood. Your subordinate will soon begin setting up the arena," Daoist Hong Xian said with a smile.

After emerging from the Dungeon, Zhang Rongfang his Attribute Panel and took a look.

Health points: 271. And ten more Free Attribute Points have been accumulated.

He quickly added all his points to his life.

After a slight Warm Current, his health increased to 281. 'Almost there. Almost there, I'll be able to unlock the third Trait Talent soon.'

Now that everything has settled down, the area around Wushan Prefecture has returned to peace.

As long as you can cultivate steadily for a few months, your new talent will emerge, your Grandmaster realm will be maxed out, you will condense your spiritual will field, and you will enter the Great Grandmaster level.

That would be enough to protect himself in this world. Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang felt a strong sense of security.

Time passed slowly.

Just as Zhang Rongfang was quietly living a secluded life, cultivating himself in peace.

The Red Turban Riot in Great Ling City are escalating. Countless civilians have been killed or wounded in towns and cities large and small, and hundreds of thousands of people have been turned into rioters, flocking to larger cities in search of food.

Farmland was abandoned, vegetable gardens were overgrown with weeds, and town houses were burned to the ground. Countless rebels were killed or wounded. Countless people were filled with fear and moved their families to larger cities.

Migrating refugees were also attacked in large numbers, lacked sufficient food, had few warm clothes for the cold season, and were even more lacking in medicine.

The refugees fell ill and died; in a short time, corpses littered the fields and blood flowed for miles.

In this time of great hardship, King Mu Li led his army straight into the Suzerain State, sweeping away the rioters along the way. In just half a month, with the surrender of a large number of people, his army rapidly expanded to 650,000, claiming to be a million-strong army, and headed straight for Great Capital.

Nearing the halfway point, the army approached the Smoke Water Riverside. King Mu Li appealed to the gods and issued a proclamation to the world, listing ten major crimes of Yue Dewen of the Great Dao Sect, denouncing him as a heretic, saying that the current chaos caused by rioters was all due to his inaction, that he had brought disaster to the country and the people, deceived the Imperial Clan, and caused chaos in the world, and that he was extremely wicked and deserved to be executed.

Beside him stood the powerful leader of the Great Bright Teaching Alliance, Kexiwo, who publicly challenged Yue Dewen to a duel on the Smoke Water Riverside, vying for the title of the Number One Under Heaven one.

The vast army was led by different generals and stationed in camps.

Flags lined the riverbank like a forest, fluttering in the wind and rustling in the breeze. In an instant, the entire riverside was transformed into Barracks.

April 15th, morning.

A light drizzle was falling, and the Heavenly Light was just beginning to lighten.

Smoke Water River, large ships slowly converged at the newly built Dock.

This stretch of river is hundreds of meters wide, with a rapid current and murky yellow water; you can smell the muddy stench just by standing on the bank.

Banners fluttered and warships gathered on the south side of the misty river.

There were also emergency response teams that rushed to the north and set up scattered around.

Unlike the uniform color of the military flags on the other side, the military flags on this side not only have different lettering, but also different colors and styles.

These were all temporary armies assembled from various places to prepare for battle. Upon learning that King Mu Li's true form had entered the country, the other four kings were shocked and, in conjunction with various religions, urgently mobilized troops from all over the country to rush to the front line.

At this moment, all the armies gathered and blocked King Mu Li's million-strong army on the Smoke Water Riverside.

At dawn, wooden arrow towers were erected along the riverbank to observe the movements on the opposite side.

On one of the arrow towers.

Two tall men and women, draped in cloaks and hats, were gazing solemnly at the opposite side of the river.

"The men who went there last night haven't made a move. It seems King Mu Li has made thorough preparations this time," the man said softly, his eyes dark.

"He is surrounded by experts. Among the various factions, including the Teaching Alliance, the Black List, and the Crimson List, he is the most ambitious and has been accumulating power while waiting for the right opportunity," the woman beside him said in a deep voice.

"How's it going at the Heavenly Sincerity Palace? Have they arrived yet?" The man seemed somewhat agitated.

"The True One Sect and the Western Sect have sent a few Grandmasters, but the rest are missing. We lack both experts and troops. If this battle really breaks out, our chances of winning are extremely low. If the other side forms an assassination squad with Grandmasters, we will be powerless to resist," the woman replied.

The two of them were nominally the generals of the Spirit Army who were tasked with uniting to block King Mu Li.

The throne is now vacant, with only the Five Sects Circle, presided over by Yue Dewen, cooperating with the Imperial Clan to temporarily govern the country.

Therefore, they can be considered generals of the Five Sects Circle Camp, and at the same time, they are Fierce General from the Snow Rainbow Pavilion.

Even as Fierce General, the two Central Capital powerless as they looked at the opposing army.

"Unfortunately, the Weaving Elephant Army is far away on the frontier, suppressing unrest, and it will take them time to arrive. We here have few soldiers and no united force. Our only hope is that Yue Sect Leader will personally intervene to suppress their momentum. Otherwise, we cannot stop them from crossing the river." The man sighed.

"Just do your best," the woman sighed as well.

They didn't really understand why the two legions of Great Ling would stand idly by while Riot broke out in various places. Apart from protecting some key cities, Great Ling was now full of Red Turban Thugs everywhere.

Just then, a blue firework suddenly rose from the Barracks behind the two.

Fireworks exploded, Blooming like flowers to form a huge character for "Tao".

"It's... Yue Sect Leader!!" The two turned around and were immediately overjoyed.

Under the glow of fireworks, figures dressed in Daoist robes leaped into the air, clearing the barricades dozens of meters wide, and gently landed on the open ground in front of the Barracks tent.

The first Daoist priest was plump and fair-skinned, dressed in a purple robe; Yue Dewen, who had just arrived from the Snow Rainbow Pavilion.

As soon as he landed, his eyes flickered slightly, and a wave of intense dizziness swept through his mind, almost causing him to lose his balance.

But no one noticed, and even if they did, probably no one would believe that Yue Dewen, the number one expert in the Number One Under Heaven, the leader of the Daoist Sect, Grand Master the Great Dao Sect, almost lost his balance when he landed.

Looking up at the riverbank in the distance, a knowing glint flashed in Yue Dewen's eyes.

"A brilliant plan, and it came at just the right time."

They didn't come earlier or later, but rather at the very moment when he was ambushed by a dark force and was fighting alone with the two Gods and Buddhas' offspring in the isolated Earth Mother Hall.

He is still entangled with those two Gods and Buddhas beings, yet he has no choice but to step in to suppress the situation.

This time it's probably really troublesome.