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The streets of the city were paved with blue stone slabs, clean and devoid of dust. Ahead, the bustling thoroughfare was filled with vendors, shops, and the sounds of people calling out and joking. However, their clothing varied greatly in style, fabric, and even era; some wore puffy skirts while others donned tailcoats, including a few foreigners.
Indeed, all the buildings in the city were of ancient design and beautifully constructed.
In the midst of this scene stood Yan Kongyue and his companions, completely inconspicuous, almost like transparent figures that no one seemed to notice.
What surprised Lin Lang and the others was that there wasn't a trace of Gui Qi in the entire Jiuyin City.
"Are we in another world?" Huo Jingyu wondered aloud as he looked around in astonishment.
They soon reached a crossroads where a tall wooden frame stood in the center, from which hung a peculiar bell.
Why was it peculiar? It resembled a bell but also had characteristics of a small gong; it was hard to categorize. In any case, it was certainly strange. A long rope dangled from the bell, reaching down to the ground. Yan Kongyue grabbed the rope and gave it a shake.
DONG! The sound echoed through the center of the city as if the entire place resonated with it. No matter how much Yan Kongyue shook it, the bell only rang once, its reverberation lingering in the air.
When the bell tolled, the entire street fell silent. Everyone paused their activities and looked up at the bell. After a long moment, as the sound faded away, those people suddenly transformed into grotesque figures, baring their teeth and claws as they rushed toward Yan Kongyue and his friends while emitting low growls.
"Damn it, are they zombies?" Huo Jingyu felt a bit dazed.
Yan Kongyue reached behind him into his bag and pulled out a long black object that appeared to be at least three meters long—like an iron rod adorned with strange patterns resembling totems or runes, exuding wisps of dark energy.
Before Huo Jingyu could discern what it was, Yan Kongyue twisted the iron rod, causing its top to spring up into a curved shape.
"Oh my god! You really stole the Death Scythe?"
"Yeah!"
"When did this happen? Why wasn't I informed?"
"Stop chatting; it's time for battle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Kongyue charged forward. Wherever the Death Scythe went, everything turned to ashes—including whatever weapons those grotesque figures were holding.
This time, Feng Xing summoned not only Chu Ling but also Cang Qing to join the fray. Cang Qing wielded a long weapon that resembled Guan Yu's Azure Dragon Crescent Blade but was much larger and heavier; its handle was longer too. Don't ask why—just know that Cang Qing stood at two meters tall while Chu Ling barely reached one meter.
When Lin Lang unsheathed his sword, it radiated golden light. As he swung it, golden sword energy swept through the air, instantly turning anyone caught in its path into dried corpses as if their souls had been forcibly extracted.
Huo Jingyu was not to be outdone; as he swung his weapon, flames erupted around him. Excitement surged through him as he became more adept with each movement, wielding fire like a whirlwind.
In no time at all, they had obliterated all those grotesque figures.
However, from the other three directions of the intersection, a large crowd surged in, darkening the street and causing a complete blockage.
Huo Jingyu glanced at Yan Kongyue a few times.
Yan Kongyue understood his meaning but shook her head. It was not yet time to call upon the Ghost Army; it was her trump card. They had just entered and had not yet grasped the situation here. If they revealed the Ghost Army too early, they would be put at a disadvantage.
There was still an army of thirty thousand in Jiuyin City, and after two thousand years, who knew how many soldiers remained? Moreover, there was also a formidable leader rumored to be incredibly powerful, though no one had ever seen just how powerful he truly was.
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