The myriad talismans fell spent, smoke billowed, and the sounds faded away.
From beginning to end, no one had seen the Ten-Thousand Talisman Scholar.
Li Qingxian raised his hand and flung out every Thunder Talisman he had accumulated over the past few days. They packed the air as densely as a swarm of bees.
The talismans transformed into three thousand bolts of lightning, thick and thin, hanging diagonally in midair and aimed at the devil cultivators. The thinnest were as thick as an arm, the thickest as broad as a man's waist.
An instant later, thunder boomed and crashed into the smoke.
"Such powerful Thunder Talismans!" the Ten-Thousand Talisman Scholar's voice rang out again.
After the lightning passed, no sound came from within the smoke.
As everyone waited for the smoke to disperse, Li Qingxian waved a hand. A talisman flashed, and a fierce wind scattered the smoke.
Everyone was horrified.
Two or three hundred corpses lay piled together, their edges melted into viscous liquid like snot.
The melted portions connected to one another, sprouting dense red blood vessels. From afar, they looked like red earthworms filling a patch of mud.
Through their skin, countless tiny bulges could vaguely be seen continuing to wriggle, as though endless insects were squirming inside their bodies.
"It is a forbidden art of the Devil Sect—the Myriad Army Insect Formation! Everyone, be careful!" Shen Xiaoyi said.
Song Baige called out loudly, "The imperial court has decreed that wherever and whenever the Devil Sect dares use forbidden arts, they are to be killed without mercy! You are still standing by and watching? Are you not afraid of severe punishment? Have you forgotten those Dead Devil Lands? Or would you have your families reduced to Demonic Beasts?"
"Kill!" A Seventh Rank military officer drew his blade