Boom!
A loud crash erupted once again from the hand gripping the Blood Banner spear.
"n, sound the drums—"
He gave the command: "Full attack! Anyone who retreats dies, anyone cowardly dies!"
In an instant, hesitant subordinates instinctively stood up and dashed away. Soon, four hunched figures shrouded in black robes were carried up, their limbs mangled, blind and deaf.
Yet upon touching the iron drum, horn, and bone flute, they instinctively began to drum, blow, and play.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Blood Banner snaked and disturbed the sky. With each swing, it lifted booming sounds shattering countless thin rains, waves spreading like ripples, again and again.
The drum and horn mixed in a bizarre and piercing manner, so shrill, disrupting consciousness and perception, while faint husky chants sounded like screams.
Wailing, trembling, sobbing, pleading.
Here, to the Lord of Scars, offer a burning sacrifice!
At that mont, with Pacquiao's threatened orders, all the shipmasters commanded a full attack. However, before the leading troops could reach the beach, the thin rain from above had already turned a vivid green.
Like fire.
The fire rain burned, rising with green Poison Flas, covering everything, shrouding Xinquan.
Under the nourishnt of the rain, those corpses once deeply seeded by the Poison Flas suddenly twitched, convulsed, pale eyes opened again, and broken bodies were controlled by an invisible force.
Like evil spirits resurrecting, they rose again!
Hundreds, thousands, countless... A multitude of severed limbs pieced together, more bizarre forms erged, dozens of monsters and human bodies combined into bloated giants mixed in, along with more peculiar appearances.
Originally lifeless bodies now charged forward as if fearless of death!
The dead rise, cadaver forces advance.
Even without additional assistance, just Pacquiao alone was enough to create this terrifying scale. The reason he brought so many here was rely to create material!
The Returning Knight roared and charged again. Yet this ti, trampling over broken carcasses, they regrouped, reassembled, relentless and entangling.
Indeed, that malicious cold blue fire was even repelling the Fungus Group's blessing, disrupting the operation.
The Great Group's burning sacrifice and legacy contested each other. This setup he was far more adept at than Ji Jue, so much so that Ji Jue was forced into passive response, letting the situation further deteriorate.
More Water Ghosts took the opportunity to drive deep in.
Moreover, under total mobilization, the Chosen Ones' ratio was incredibly high, more threatening than ever.
Unfortunately... after striking such a grand achievent, Pacquiao's face showed no satisfaction, instead growing darker and grim.
Eyes bloodshot, he glared at Ji Jue, and the Shattered Iron Crown floating above his head, completely sinister.
It's you causing trouble!
In the instant of driving undead resurrection, he sensed a void within the carcasses, life, blood, spiritual essence all vanished, becoming re shells.
Originally under his Poison Flas' cultivation for sacrifice to the Lord of Scars, those sacrificial Soul offerings were utterly incomplete, reduced to re scraps.
Offerings placed on the altar were devoured by so unknown mongrel the mont he blinked, leaving only fruit cores and bone fragnts, provoking the Sacrificial Master's fury... If the Lord of Scars had hands, Ji Jue would surely get slapped twice: You trying to offer this to the master?! You still want wealth? Do you have any reverence left in your heart?!
Sacrificial Masters of this nature fused with the Superior never work for free; let alone gratuitously, they're more ruthlessly demanding than abominations. Without the offerings, new sacrifices must be found!
Now, with Paquiao's armor beneath, his back, those overlapping scars of various sizes rapidly contracted, receding visibly.
These were made from countless deaths and injuries he's collected over the years as sacrifices... used well, these are his blood packs and spiritual essence supplies, even his explosive ace in the hole.
Now he has no choice but to use them on these cannon fodders and can't even stop!
The Lord of Scars is never lenient, not easy to negotiate! Not a true father, summoned and dismissed at will, cos when called, even tears are tid!
Even if killing all these empty shells of Xinquan in front, how much could be replenished?
"Everyone, attack now!"
Pacquiao roared, blood flas surged again, spurring on green fire: "Within a quarter-hour, take Xinquan, or face severe punishnt!"
Previously hesitant due to others' apprehension, the harsh Blood Covenant was directly activated, many groaned at this mont, glaring behind them fiercely, even if resistant, had no choice but to leave their warships and lead their charge on Xinquan.
Charge straight in!
Clashing fiercely with the Returning Knight and heavily armored exoskeletal soldiers.
anwhile, those originally controlling sea beasts and monsters with flute sounds grew increasingly shrill, tone shifting, repeatedly breaking, summoning more monsters, while piercing sounds reverberated in every conscious ear, ravaging spirits.
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