Baili An frowned, raised his hand, and slashed the sword again to summon wind and thunder, causing the heavens and earth to resonate. The purple thunder lightning flashed like a Thunder Sword splitting the sky and earth, striking down directly.
Transforming into countless burning black crows, they were hit head-on by the thunderlight. Even after turning into charred remains scattered on the ground, they were still not completely dead, their wings occasionally trembling in a dying shiver.
A pair of faintly glowing eerie red eyes flickered with a sinister luster.
The thick black mist, swirling and unending, coiled around like black ash slipping across a sand table. It seed that in no ti, these exploded black crows would transform back into ghouls and rise again.
Before Baili An could deliver the final strike, ghouls from every direction already surrounded him.
Compared to this vast army of tens of thousands of shadowy cannibal ghouls, the number of people from the Xijian Sect, including the outer disciples, was only about eight thousand.
In a brief mont, the disciples of the Xijian Sect were extrely dispersed, with almost everyone falling into the predicant of being surrounded.
And the number of those ghouls continued to increase.
The strength of the Xijian Sect lay not only in the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi but also in the grand mountain array on the imposing Bai Tuo Mountain, which had stood for a millennium.
But with disciples dispersed throughout the mountain, struggling to fend for themselves, how could they coordinate and activate the sword arrays in the mountain?
In a single night, the Xijian Sect on Bai Tuo Mountain beca a battlefield teetering on the edge of life and death.
From the Sect Master down to the disciples, everyone in the Xijian Sect was giving their all, fighting desperately against the enemy.
In the view, the endless ghouls and the figures of the Xijian disciples were entwined in bitter battle. The ghouls, like wild grass on a prairie, roared with a sound like surging tides, rising and falling.
Facing the swarming ghouls, Baili An took a half step back, his soft boots stepping into a muddy puddle filled by rain, soaking through the soles with moisture.
At this mont, a light rain from the sky had not ceased. It was the seasonal change induced by the Taiyin Emperor, and in the misty, cold drizzle, a faint, ominous imperial might lingered.
After engaging with a ghoul and overwhelming him with force, cutting him down with his sword, Baili An did not rush to attack further.
He retracted his sword and took a step, a wave of water blossoming beneath his feet, the falling lines of rain around him seemingly frozen, suspended like beads.
At his fingertips, Spiritual Power gathered, and in an instant, the rainwater consolidated into ten radiant blue water dragons.
As he took a step forward, the splashing water beneath his feet froze into ice, and the ten water dragons swept toward all directions.
The surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly, with rain and dew in the air condensing into frost.
The ghoul army was shattered by the fierce blue water dragons, and within a radius of ten feet from the center point of Baili An, ghouls were covered with layers of frost, frozen solid.
Sword Master Yu stood amidst the ten-sided assault, still maintaining a composed and leisurely manner, elegantly wielding his sword.
With his brow wide open, the purple aura simred like an ink wash, and every swing of his sword felled large swaths of ghouls, turning them into crows.
In his calm and confident leisure, he still spared a glance at Baili An, frowning as he remarked: "rely controlling these ghouls without destroying them is futile."
Perhaps seeing Baili An’s extraordinary Talent and the honor he brought to the Heavenly Mountain, Sword Master Yu’s attitude toward him had significantly shifted at this mont.
He kindly swung a sword, shattering the frozen ghouls surrounding Baili An into pieces, and considerately advised:
"On the battlefield, showing rcy toward the enemy will only place oneself in greater danger."
Baili An raised an eyebrow, turned slightly to look at Sword Master Yu, and suddenly chuckled: "Useless effort."
Sword Master Yu was taken aback: "What?"
"Ghouls are undead beings that neither live nor perish. Since they cannot be killed, it’s rely a futile effort, wasting one’s Spiritual Power."
As if to confirm Baili An’s words, from the shattered ice and frost, a faintly glowing green fla began to burn, and the pitch-black crows took to the air, the encompassing Ghost Qi solidifying into a massive black mist in the sky.
Soon after, the crows turned back into more ghouls crawling out from the black fog.
Legends of the Unclean World originate from the Ancient Tis, known among the Venerable Immortals.
In today’s Tianyao Continent, such a world is difficult to observe.
Even Sword Master Yu had never encountered such persistent undead ghouls before.
As Baili An said, unless this situation was brought under control, the ghoul army would continue to grow exponentially.
Although the Xijian disciples could suppress the ghouls, ultimately, their human strength was limited. If their Spiritual Power were exhausted, they would eventually beco food for the ghouls.
More terrifyingly, if this ghoul army were to scatter uncontrollably down the mountain, plunging into the Country of Qin, the first to suffer would be the country’s citizens.
Having consud humans, the ghouls, with their enhanced vitality, would spread like a plague.
An evil wind of heaven and earth arises, and human strength is ultimately finite.
Even the world’s top Xijian Sect, with its gifted disciples, no matter how battle-hardened, could hardly resist the endless sea of corpses.
The earth seed to have split open into a gigantic chasm, from which fierce corpses and evil ghosts poured into the Mortal World like an unending flood.
They were not given a mont’s respite.
Taking Baili An’s advice, Sword Master Yu no longer recklessly shattered the bodies of the ghouls.
He used Sword Qi to form an imprisoning cage, suppressing rather than destroying them. The proliferation speed of the ghouls indeed reduced from the prior frenzy.
The Xijian disciples imdiately understood and followed suit, though this asure was only a temporary fix and not a solution to the root problem.
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