Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master - Chapter 880 - 304: Meng Yaoyin Strikes!
Chapter 880: Chapter 304: Meng Yaoyin Strikes!
The siege of the White Paper Immortal City has become intensely deadlocked.
Due to the appearance of the Fallen Music Ghost, the South Gate has been flung open. Originally flawless in its defense, the city suddenly bore a massive breach, altering the entire battlefield’s momentum.
Undoubtedly, the battle for the South Gate has become the key to this attack and defense!
If the Yin Soldier army captures the South Gate and seizes a corner of the White Paper Immortal City, the Lord of Wangchuan will almost certainly claim victory.
Conversely, if the White Paper Immortal City side counters with all their might and drives the Yin Soldier army out in a short time, reclaiming the South Gate, this battle will revert to the previous siege phase, and the fight will continue.
“We have the advantage now!” Xie Sichao, at the rear of the Yin Soldier army, next to Luo Si, was closely watching the battlefield at the South Gate, his expression excited.
The Path of Silence candle of the Fallen Music Ghost further changed the tide of battle.
She teleported three Bone Giant Spirits here. Although one was torn apart by Ning Zhuo, there were still two of these colossal beings left.
Their bones were thick and their defense astonishing, making them difficult to handle in a short time.
However, the Paperman Giant Statues, which could threaten them, were currently tumbling on the ground, beset from within by two Golden Core Level Ghost Generals, both internal and external troubles.
The battle between Yang Sanyan and the Bone Tomb Taoist had reached a fever pitch.
Unexpectedly, the Bone Tomb Taoist had the upper hand.
He had countless clones, trapping Yang Sanyan, taunting and provoking, “Brother Yang, where is your innate talent? Show it, quickly.”
“I love seeing your haughty disdainful look toward others.”
“Hehehe, why not use it now?”
“Can’t find my true body? Or have your eyes been exhausted to the brink of blindness if abused further?”
Yang Sanyan let out a cold snort, continuing only to fight.
Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Wenyang, severely injured and unconscious, were protected by Yang Sanyan, sparing them from death.
Elsewhere, Tie Guzheng charged decisively toward the Fallen Music Ghost!
“We were once comrades, who would’ve thought we’d now clash with weapons!”
“Even though you’ve been controlled, there’s no other option.”
Tie Guzheng exerted all his power, the Iron Fan dancing around him, intent on taking the Fallen Music Ghost’s life from the start.
The Yin Poison, Shadow, Grieving, and Rock Ghost Generals had already retreated to surround the Fallen Music Ghost, guarding against any possible attacks.
Tie Guzheng’s hair and beard were bristling, his muscles twisting like iron pythons, wielding the Iron Fan as a dark whirlwind, fending off numerous assaults.
He drew closer to the Fallen Music Ghost.
“Ha, dream on!” The Yin Poison Ghost General was the first to confront him.
His arms flung open violently, spewing a dark green poisonous miasma from his facial orifices.
The poisonous miasma rolled like a living thing, instantly weaving into a sticky, stinking corrosive poison wall ahead!
The fierce wind accompanying the Iron Fan slammed into the miasma wall like sinking into a deep sea mire, its sharp edge eroded and dulled layer by layer.
Zi zi zi…
The Iron Fan emitted a tooth-aching sound.
Tie Guzheng frowned inwardly, hurriedly withdrawing the Iron Fan, seeing it already mottled with corrosion spots in just a few breaths.
Tie Guzheng’s assault was thwarted, and he eyed the ominous corrosive poison wall, suppressing his impulse to charge recklessly forward.
Under normal circumstances, he would have enough time to deploy various means for probing.
Once he probed this move’s depth, Tie Guzheng would have a better grasp of how to counter it.
But now, it’s absolutely impossible.
The urgency of the military situation was like wildfire, and fleeting combat opportunities demanded he give his all, yet couldn’t afford reckless risks.
Tie Guzheng understood clearly that as the City Guard Army Commander, he was a core defense of the White Paper Immortal City. Anything amiss would have severely negative impacts on the entire battle situation.
His only choice was to retreat and then attempt to circumvent the poison wall.
Yet, at this moment, a twisted shadow silently flitted to his feet.
Shadow Ghost General!
Soul Binding Rope.
Two ropes shot out like cold, slippery venomous snakes striking.
Tie Guzheng quickly sensed it and sidestepped.
But the Soul Binding Rope targeted not Tie Guzheng’s body but the shadow of his legs!
Tie Guzheng was caught, immediately feeling a chill and sluggishness spreading from his calves, quickly enveloping his whole body.
He felt like he was sinking into a cold quagmire, his movements not just slightly delayed.
“Damn it!” Tie Guzheng’s heart also sank to the bottom.
With just one round of confrontation, he fully recognized these few Golden Core Ghost Generals as elite forces. Under normal circumstances, one-on-one, Tie Guzheng could have had the upper hand.
But now, each Golden Core Ghost General had been reinforced by military power, their combat prowess skyrocketing, just below the Nascent Soul level.
This surpassed Tie Guzheng.
Worse still, Tie Guzheng had to face four alone and break through their encirclement to target the Fallen Music Ghost.
It was an almost impossible task!
Luo Si’s face was as if cast in iron, watching the spell imagery before him. In the image, Tie Guzheng was struggling with all his might to overcome obstacles and slay the Fallen Music Ghost.
The opposing commander was ensnared in a quagmire, the situation looked favorable, yet no trace of joy appeared on Luo Si’s face.
He was prudent and mature, his focus encompassing the entire battlefield.
Suddenly, his pupils shifted slightly, looking toward a squad of Cow Cavalry in the army.
Sun Lingtong, leading this cavalry squad, was currently charging at the forefront, shouting loudly, “Move aside, move aside! We’re charging into the Immortal City for great military merit!”
Sun Lingtong was burning with urgency.
He saw the peril at the South Gate, the Paperman Giant Statues in action, and with Life Hanging Thread communication, he knew clearly Ning Zhuo needed assistance.
Thus, even if this action was somewhat audacious, he could no longer be bothered by such considerations.
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