Although they are in the sa realm, most Martial Artists are weaker than Fierce Ghosts, and Fierce Ghosts are generally weaker than Mages, so the Mage’s status is the highest.
With the addition of the Fierce Ghost, the situation in the field imdiately stabilized.
But that wasn’t the end.
"Desolate Pole!"
"Rise!"
Fang Zheng perford the finger technique and flicked his finger lightly upwards, causing the Desolate Pole at the center of the Magic Altar to tremble, slowly float up, and dart outside.
The Mage,
even if rely an elentary Mage, as long as the cultivation base isn’t too weak and bolstered by the Magic Altar, has the power to battle against a Great Cycle Martial Artist.
In fact,
they can even win!
’Although both mana and True Qi arise from the fusion of essence, qi, and spirit, they are distinctly different.’
While casting spells, Fang Zheng was also experiencing changes within himself:
’Mana is gentle, moving with the mind’s intent. When casting spells on the Magic Altar, mana is like a tentacle that can easily wield Spirit Talismans and Magical Artifacts.’
’True Qi, however, is different!’
’True Qi is more condensed, excelling in close combat bursts. While it can also perform magic and talismans, it cannot manage the light maneuvering of mana.’
’Although I am not a Mage, with the Five Ghosts’ Pouch and Desolate Pole, and Spirit Talismans pre-arranged throughout the Fang Mansion, waiting for work after rest, I am no less than a real Mage.’
’Just right, take advantage of this opportunity to practice and hone the tactics of cultivators when facing enemies!’
......
"Clank, clank..."
Wu Hai donned his armor, with a long saber at his waist, and walked slowly to the courtyard.
Several people had been waiting in the courtyard, so in full armor, so in soft armor, each exuding a similar aura.
The ferocious aura of those long-tested on the battlefield.
"Powerful foes co, with Martial Artists taking advantage of the situation. Although the Master only instructed us to do our best, we shall repay with our lives!"
"Clang..."
He drew his long saber, pointing it forward:
"Everyone, follow to kill the enemy!"
"Kill!"
Several people shouted in unison, their swords and spears tilting, their scattered aura converging into the semblance of a roaring tiger.
At this mont, several n in black intruded into the courtyard, one of whom changed his expression upon witnessing:
"Battlefield Array!"
"How can this be?"
The Battlefield Array, known as the nesis of magic, can solidify Qi and Blood into substance and concentrate the collective power in one person, a military school’s ultimate art.
This Dharma Gate doesn’t primarily depend on the cultivator’s cultivation base, but on everyone’s unity.
It is known,
that human hearts are full of distractions. For three to five people to unite is rare; how can hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of soldiers act in concert?
But,
if achieved, the general commanding them would surely be renowned in history.
Such an army would be unbeatable and unstoppable on the battlefield.
Although there were only ten people in the field, the rudintary form of a Battlefield Array had erged, with the tiger ford of Qi and Blood executing a silent pounce towards several individuals.
"Boom..."
Powerful Qi scattered.
Two n in black died on the spot, and even the Martial Artist of True Qi spat blood and retreated.
At the sa ti.
"Whiz!"
Suddenly, firelights appeared from the walls and between the brick seams, shooting towards the n in black, spontaneously transforming into blazing flas upon contact with fabric.
Fire Talisman!
Many Spirit Talismans were hidden throughout the Fang Mansion, so activated by stimulus, so moving with the winds, all ready to surprise the intruders.
"Ah!"
"Save !!"
"Co quickly, save !"
Instantly, screams filled the air.
At the sa ti.
Fierce Ghosts and Resentful Souls also lunged at the black-clad intruders of the Fang Mansion, and with the assistance of these intangible ghosts, the pressure on the nursemaids was alleviated.
Moreover, the Desolate Pole transford into an eerie black light, lurking in the shadows and striking intermittently.
The Desolate Pole’s power was terrifying. If a Martial Artist were struck, even lightly, they would spit blood; severely, they might die, with no exceptions.
"Careful!"
One person swung a long spear, deflecting a concealed weapon, and spoke in a muffled voice:
"The intelligence was wrong. There’s a Mage stationed at the Fang Mansion!"
"No shit!" an elderly woman with blue hair growled:
"At this point, who can’t see it? It must be the Mage using the Magic Altar to cast spells. Find his location and destroy the Magic Altar."
"Spread out!"
"Don’t cluster in one place; the Mage can only focus on one spot. Break through inside and find that Mage first."
None of those who ca today were weak—the weakest were Blood Swapping Martial Artists, and there were Martial Artists with cultivated True Qi among them.
With a ferocious assault, they breached the nursemaids’ defense.
Three Martial Artists broke through the encirclent under cover, avoided Wu Hai and others’ attacks, and proceeded directly towards the inner residence of the Fang Mansion.
"Over there!"
One person, sensitive in perception, shifted his gaze towards the location of the Magic Altar.
"Go!"
"Bang!"
For the sake of avoiding suspicion, the nursemaids were not allowed to enter the Fang Mansion’s inner residence. As a result, the rear courtyard was desolate, and the three easily broke through the windows to enter.
The room was empty.
The Magic Altar was there,
but it was vacant.
"Where is he?"
One individual’s face was filled with astonishnt, speaking subconsciously:
"Did we co to the wrong place?"
"Impossible." Another shook his head:
"There was still magic fluctuation here just now..."
"Bang!"
Before he finished speaking, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and one head among the three exploded instantly, brain matter and fresh blood splattering.
"Bang!"
"Bang Bang!"
The gunfire echoed several tis.
The remaining two trembled, their chests hit by bullets, and with the terrifying killing power of the Nine Gun, they were left stone-cold.
"Plop!"
The corpse hit the ground.
"Tsk tsk..."
Fang Zheng erged from the shadowed corner of the room, holding dual guns, with a strange expression, clicking his tongue:
"Unexpectedly, the Undying True Skill even has this usage."
"Brilliant!"
"Brilliant!"
Grandmaster Wang used the Undying True Skill to extend life, feigning death to survive, nearly turning the tide; ultimately, he even copied a version of this skill.
Practicing this skill limits cultivation but extends lifespan.
He initially thought it to be a Martial Arts skill for prolonging life by sealing vitality and Qi and Blood, specially for Martial Artists with waning Qi and Blood.
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