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Zuo Ci looked at the flustered Little Devils. Beneath their masks, they still wore the faces of masks. He couldn't help but break into a smile. The divine weapon he had just acquired should not go unused; it would be a disservice to the gift from the Old Celestial Master.
These so-called practitioners of Yin and Yang were nothing but Fa Jing, hardly worth worrying about. They could be used to create Yellow Turban Warriors. The protective spell of the Yellow Turban Warrior hung from his Nine-section Staff, summoning Wuli Shi to come to his aid. This was also the specialty of Taiping Dao sorcerers.
However, that barrier had its intricacies. His current identity as Tongcheng's Mayor's Secretary meant that his cultivation could not possibly reach the Dao Realm. Moreover, many of his spells were unusable, making it seem somewhat difficult to break this barrier.
The Chinese person had quite a bit of courage! A man dressed in Crimson Hunting Attire sneered, "It's a pity you can't even break the barrier; how can you hope to kill me?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zuo Ci had already begun to chant an incantation: "Seven Mountains and Nine Ridges shall submit, driving clouds and rain to summon celestial soldiers. Chimera, dissipate! With this paper talisman, I shall stabilize the realm! I summon Nanyue Feiheng!"
As for the barrier, it was merely a live target. What spell could be more effective than the Mountain Moving Spell? A massive yellow-brown aura coalesced in the void, forming a towering mountain that descended with overwhelming force.
Masaka!
The Yin Yang practitioners displayed expressions of terror. As the mountain approached, cracks like spider webs began to appear in the barrier above their heads, which had become as fragile as glass.
"Scatter!" commanded the leader of the Crimson Hunters.
However, the Indigo Hunter hesitated.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As he hesitated, a massive mountain descended from the sky. The barrier they took pride in felt as fragile as paper before that mountain, unable to withstand its force.
Buzz!
Before the mountain even arrived, its oppressive aura was already upon them. The Indigo Hunter's legs made a sharp cracking sound, and he felt his kneecap shatter. It was over!
He shouted, "Water Escape, run!"
The other Onmyoji who had already begun to use their escape techniques scattered in all directions when they saw the Indigo Hunter kneeling on the ground, panic etched on his face.
"No!"
He’s expression turned ferocious as blood filled his eyes. "My kneecap is shattered; I can't escape! You all run! This is a trap!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before he could finish his words, the mountain crashed down.
Zuo Ci reacted swiftly, his hands forming obscure seals.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
A ghostly figure resembling a Daoist emerged from his sleeve and engulfed the man named He within its belly. This guy was Xiantian Water Fate. His organs would be of great use to Zuo Ci.
Pfft!
The pine tree lying in the center of the Pentagram was crushed into a pulp by the mountain, dead beyond recovery!
"No!"
The Orange Yellow Hunter let out a heart-wrenching roar. The five of them were like brothers, having lived and shared everything for over a decade; their bond was deep.
"What are you called?"
A voice as eerie as a ghost echoed behind him.
With a soft sound, the man had yet to react when a hand as pale as jade pierced through his waist. It ripped out his spleen, and the excruciating pain twisted his brow.
“Wu Style: Earth Spike!”
The man let out a howl. With both hands, he gathered a yellow aura to form a rune. He poured all his strength into slamming the rune onto the ground.
Boom!
The ground began to bubble like boiling water, and sharp earth spikes erupted from beneath the surface. Countless earthen spears converged, aiming to impale him like a hedgehog.
“Roll away!”
With a light tap of the Nine-section Staff, the Apricot Yellow magic surged forth. The earthen spears fell silent in an instant, returning to calm.
This Nine-section Staff was truly a divine artifact. Not only did it contain immense magical power, but it also had the ability to summon space, allowing him to store the crafted Yellow Turban Warriors within that rune, ready for immediate use at any time—extremely convenient.
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