A Hundred Thousand Ghost Soldiers at the Gates-Why Was He More Excited Than the Ghost Cultivators?
Outside the Dark Moon City, a chilling wind howled like a knife.
Dark, heavy clouds rolled along the ground, and below them, the earth trembled incessantly.
One hundred thousand ghost soldiers formed a battle formation stretching for hundreds of miles, trampling the barren wasteland of bones in the Shattered Void Bone Plains.
On the left flank was the White Bone Battle Corps of the White Bone Territory, tens of thousands of heavily armored skeleton warriors wielding bone spears, their steps perfectly synchronized, their eerie green will-o'-the-wisps in their eye sockets forming a vast ocean.
On the right flank was the poisonous fog army of Myriad Poison Ridge, tens of thousands of Poison Cultivators dressed in purple-black robes driving countless deformed poisonous beasts, with dark, swirling Myriad Poison Flying Banner above their heads, dyeing the sky a foul-smelling, pungent dark green.
Above the central army, five powerful auras, pressing down on the void, soared into the sky. These were the five Half-Step Heavenly Monarch level elders under the command of the two factions.
At the top of the army formation, two peak Peak Heavenly Monarch Stage Yin Faxiang stood tall and imposing, their Netherworld Sha Qi transforming into two towering tornadoes that pressed down on the thousand-foot-tall city walls of Dark Moon City, causing them to creak and groan.
"Dark Moon!"
The Bone Demon Heavenly Monarch stood on a thousand-foot-tall White Bone Throne, his withered face contorted with rage.
His voice was like rolling thunder, shattering the towering dark clouds in the sky.
"Hand over the Human Race thugs who killed my son, Gu Li, and offer up 70% of the profits from the Taiyin Ore Vein, and I might spare the life of your Dark Moon City!"
The Thousand Poisons Old Monster, leaning on his Coiled Snake Cane, stood atop the head of a thousand-foot-long venomous python, leering eerily.
"Otherwise, the day the South Gate is breached will be the day Dark Moon City is reduced to a mountain of corpses and Blood Sea!"
The immense pressure from the two Peak Heavenly Monarch Stage was unleashed without reservation.
On the city wall, the 80,000 defenders of Dark Moon City gripped their weapons tightly, their faces deathly pale.
The Soul-Breaking Heavy Crossbow trembled violently under the raging wind pressure.
The First Ghost General stood beside the battlement, his chest heaving violently, his steel teeth clenched to pieces.
The Dark Moon Ghost Lord, dressed in a purple dress and radiating divine Taiyin Divine Light, sped through the city and landed directly in front of the city gate.
Her gaze was cold and sharp. With a wave of her jade hand, the protective shield of the Taiyin City-Guarding Great Array was activated at full power, forcefully withstanding the combined onslaught from the two Heavenly Monarch.
"Bone Demon, Thousand Poisons, and the Lightless Forbidden Land each rely on their own methods. You descendants are not skilled enough; you deserve to die!"
"You think you can swallow up my Dark Moon City? You two coffin-like corpses don't even deserve it!"
Although the Dark Moon Ghost Lord spoke toughly, his five fingers secretly clenched tightly inside his sleeves.
The enemy came with overwhelming force, clearly intending to annihilate the city.
She turned her head, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the corner of the city wall.
There stood a figure in a white robe with blue patterns.
Chen Changqing rested one hand on the bluestone of the battlement, his gaze sweeping over the boundless army of 100,000 men in front of him.
His expression showed neither seriousness nor tension.
In Chen Changqing's view, the 100,000-strong army stretching for hundreds of miles was not a deadly trap that blotted out the sky, but a treasure trove piled up like a mountain.
[Killing creatures will earn you AFK Points...]
The text on the system panel appeared and disappeared in my Sea of Consciousness.
I just broke through to the "Myriad Transformations Starry Skies Art" and spent a full ten million points. Now I only have five million eight hundred thousand points left on my panel.
Before them stood 100,000 ferocious Yin Soldiers, along with five Half-Step Heavenly Monarch and two Peak Heavenly Monarch Stage...
If they swallowed it all, the AFK Points would be in the tens of millions.
Chen Changqing exhaled, a burning glint flashing deep in his eyes.
This isn't a siege; it's clearly supplies delivered to our doorstep.
"Fellow Daoist Chen..."
Dark Moon Ghost Lord was about to give him some tactical instructions and tell him to cooperate with the formation for defense.
However, the next moment, Chen Changqing moved.
There was not a single wasted word, nor any rule about waiting for the two armies to challenge each other.
He didn't even fully activate his protective Sword Domain.
Boom!
The ground beneath the city wall suddenly sank.
Chen Changqing stomped his foot on the Black Iron battlements, and the entire battlements, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, instantly blasted into dust.
A blinding blue streak, like an arrow released from a bow, streaked across the sky, ignoring the layers of defensive magic patterns and Heavenly Baleful in front of it, and crashed straight towards the forefront of the 100,000 ghost army.
The Dark Moon City garrison on the city wall was dumbfounded.
The First Ghost General nearly dropped the half of his giant axe.
"He... he charged down alone?!"
"Are you crazy! That's an army formation of 100,000! Even a true Early Heavenly Monarch Stage would be ground to death by the Sha Qi of that formation if trapped inside!"
The Dark Moon Ghost Lord's beautiful eyes widened; she wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
On the other side, the general of the 100,000-strong allied army was also stunned for a moment.
Upon seeing this, a commander of ten thousand men from the White Bone Territory Army at the forefront of the central ranks immediately let out a violent, maniacal laugh.
"You suicidal Human Race barbarian!"
"White Bone Heavy Cavalry, form the Immortal Slaughter Spear Formation! Pierce him into a bloody pulp!"
Rumble!
Three thousand Bone-Scaled Giant Beast, whose strength in life was at the True Lord level, trampled the frozen earth, and thousands of spears gleaming with pale runes Break the Heavens, converging into a sharp steel forest, fiercely meeting Chen Changqing's falling body head-on.
Faced with the oncoming barrage of spears, Chen Changqing didn't even draw his Immortal Execution Sword.
While the other person is in mid-air, their right fist is stretched back into a full bow shape.
The domineering Qi and Blood of the Sixth Turn the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art" within his body erupted without reservation.
Pale golden Dao Marks appeared on his skin, making him resemble an ancient ferocious beast that had emerged from the furnace of the sun god.
"Get out of here."
The moment those two simple words fell, Chen Changqing's right fist slammed into the void in front of him.
Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist, Heavenly Collapses!
There were no fancy Law Power fluctuations; it was purely the extreme power unleashed by the Quasi-Immortal Artifact's physical body that tore through the air.
Boom!
The space within a radius of a hundred feet was instantly transformed into an absolute vacuum.
A visible white ring of soot exploded suddenly in front of the spear formation.
Those three thousand bone spears, powerful enough to pierce through the protective Gang Qi of True Lord, shattered inch by inch the moment they came into contact with the raging force of the fist.
The force of the punch continued unabated, like an inverted divine mountain, crashing into the center of the White Bone Heavy Cavalry's formation.
Bang! Bang!
The sounds of dense flesh and bone bursting together blended together.
Three thousand heavy cavalrymen, along with their beasts, were instantly smashed into a cloud of charred bone dust and blood mist by the violent force.
The earth was blasted open by this punch, creating a massive ravine hundreds of feet deep and several miles wide.
The violent shockwave swept outwards and swept to both sides, Poison Cultivator cultivators and their poisonous beasts from Myriad Poison Ridge into the air like mowing grass, thousands of feet high.
The crisp system notification sound pulsed wildly in Chen Changqing's mind.
[Kill True Lord Cultivator, AFK Points increased!]
[Defeat the Tribulation -Tribulation Transcendence Ghost Soldier, AFK Points +!]
[Killed...]
In a single encounter, tens of thousands of ghost soldiers were reduced to ashes.
The once deafening battlefield fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
The Dark Moon City garrison on the city wall behind them swallowed hard, standing frozen in place.
"This... this is Human Race Cultivator?"
"Shattered three thousand elite heavy cavalry with a single punch?"
A Ghost General a chill run down his spine and muttered to himself.
"I've lived in the Nine Netherworlds for two thousand years, and yet... this kid from the Yang Realm feels ten thousand times more ferocious than us Ghost Cultivators?!"
Chen Changqing slowly stepped out of the collapsed pit.
He shook the dust off his white robe, his gaze sweeping over the terrified retreating soldiers of the Allied Forces, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"Continue."