As Lv San said, we can only defend now.
Having a plan, everyone stopped being chaotic, standing inside and out, guarding Wang Daoxuan’s magic platform at the center, to prevent destruction by those puppet walking corpses.
At the sa ti, Wang Daoxuan fully activated the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag.
Five black flags fluttered, wrapping them in a howling whirlwind.
The power of this Daluo Magical Artifact was imdiately apparent.
The eerie singing of the Ghost-faced Rakshasa originally had soul-capturing power, causing a ntal shock and unease, but now it seed scattered by the wind, unable to affect them.
Boom!
Wu Ba swung his fists, powerful blows directly smashing the incoming corpse puppets, others also wielded swords and blades, firmly holding the defense line.
But the puppets of the Ghost-faced Rakshasa seed endless, constantly surging in.
"Those cowards, how did they bring them in?!"
Sha Lifei dared not waste ammunition, holding up his firearm and aiming around.
He just grumbled a bit, yet he understood well in his heart.
In Jinling City now, no one knew who the inside agents of the Jianmu Organization were, corrupted officials, blind-to-hatred citizens, even King Jinling, hosting tonight’s banquet, could be possible!
Though the Great Xuan Dynasty is powerful, keeping the entire pugilistic world in check.
But after over a century of developnt, it was equally riddled with problems internally.
Corrupt officials, power struggles among aristocratic families, building resentnts unknown.
The Jianmu Organization precisely strikes at this weak point, always staying ahead.
Though they protected themselves, outsiders indeed suffered.
In the Captain Bureau, soldiers and clerks confused by illusion arrays were completely unguarded, overwheld by the swarming walking corpse puppets, blood and flesh flying.
After the walking corpse puppets scattered, these dead soldiers and clerks staggered to their feet, bodies rigid, twisting to join the puppet ranks.
Outside the magic platform, Kuai Dayou waved two steel cones furiously.
Though a craftsman, he was also from an authentic Mystical Sect heritage, long-standing, surely having defense techniques.
Besides craftsn spells, he was skilled in Eight Trigrams Form, not matching those stunning martial arts prodigies, but managing in Jingjin.
The rushing puppets were effortlessly torn apart by him.
Unlike others, each ti he tore a puppet, he focused on observing.
His family’s skills were equally adept at puppet-making, but for performances and aiding labor, wooden puppets, not these sinister creations before him.
What puzzled him was, how was the other side manipulating them?
Holding the knife and swinging, the puppet control lines weren’t overhead at all.
Finally, Kuai Dayou spotted an anomaly.
While tearing a puppet apart, a white shadow flickered under its feet, without a word, Kuai Dayou swung his knife, dirt flying.
Several white threads dropped, writhing on the ground, quickly turning black.
"Underground!"
Kuai Dayou quickly shouted: "He’s using Lai Yin’s silkworm thread for manipulation, sothing’s hiding underground!"
Upon hearing, Wu Ba lifted his leg to side kick, sending the charging walking corpse puppets flying, toppling a bunch, then swung his fist, exhaled forcefully, and hamred into the ground.
With a thud, the ground trembled.
Now, he barely stepped into the Transformation Realm, yet gifted with extraordinary blood and flesh, plus possessing the Eight Extres heritage, his fists and feet alone, even Li Yan couldn’t withstand.
This exerted the Mountain Separation Bull Strike’s power, everyone felt the ground shake beneath.
Simultaneously, those corpse puppets beca rigid.
The ground rapidly bulged, dirt surged, drilling out a dark object, pig-sized, resembling Locust Tree Village’s tribute Divine Silkworm, but clearly modified, skin like rhino hide, like a giant black grub.
The monster silkworm spat out white threads from its mouth, splitting into strands, connecting under the puppets’ feet.
Boom!
Sha Lifei didn’t hesitate, pulling the trigger.
The monster silkworm exploded instantly, thick slurry splattering.
"Ah—!"
The Ghost-faced Rakshasa let out a piercing vile wail, figure flickering, appearing on a rooftop in the rear, stumbling, stepping on tiles that clattered down.
Clearly, upon the Divine Remnant’s death, she suffered a backlash.
This is her true form!
Sha Lifei felt elated, quickly turning the gun.
Yet his view blocked by the rooftop edge, he stepped back.
Suddenly, a blood hand erged from the ground.
It was the Blood-handed Scholar who disappeared earlier, gripping Sha Lifei’s ankle.
Almost instantly, Sha Lifei’s entire body stiffened, unable to control himself, his vision surged black, consciousness sinking down.
"Watch out!"
Fatty Lin noticed danger, grabbed Sha Lifei trying to pull back.
Yet, upon touching Sha Lifei, a cold chill like electricity flowed into his body, seemingly freezing his mind.
This was a combination of curse and martial arts, eerie and formidable.
Fatty Lin had conjectures but was too late.
Nearby, Kong Shangzhao was clever, left hand forming a mantra, reciting Confucian scripture, Vast Righteous Qi rising from within, grabbing Fatty Lin’s collar to pull back.
He was prepared, indeed not corrupted by spells.
But the Blood-handed Scholar’s grip was extraordinarily strong, Kong Shangzhao being a re scholar, barely in Hidden Energy, his strength weak, was yanked into a stumble.
Next to him, Lv San swiftly turned, shaking his hand.
Swish!
A sharp steel cone whistled out, piercing the blood hand in the ground.
Yet unexpectedly, even stabbed through, the blood hand continued gripping Sha Lifei’s ankle, refusing to release, and with earth cracking under it, more blood hands erged.
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