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The man stared in shock at Yan Kongyue below the high-rise, repeating the earlier motion. This time, it seemed as if nothing had happened.
No, something had happened; the man's face twisted in fear, contorting into a grotesque expression. How could he not be terrified? All his strength had been transferred to Jiuyin City, and after two attempts, he needed ten times longer to recover. Not only had he exhausted his power, but he also needed ten times to regain it.
"What... what have you done?"
Yan Kongyue looked at him playfully. "Guess!"
"Hua Yao, quickly mobilize the troops."
"Oh dear, you scared me! There are still troops?"
It was over; they had miscalculated. "Fourth Brother, can we still escape now?"
"It’s too late!" Lin Lang, true to his title as Best Actor, flawlessly portrayed a range of emotions—fear, confusion, disdain—with just a single line.
The Nine Nether City Lord was genuinely offended. Pointing at the few people below, he shouted, "You will regret this!"
Soon, from behind the high-rise, a cavalry unit charged forth—nearly ten thousand strong—and more kept pouring in, quickly filling all the streets and surrounding Yan Kongyue and her companions in the center.
"Still not willing to surrender?"
This was troublesome! Yan Kongyue was growing impatient; it would have been so much easier if they just surrendered instead of forcing her hand.
Drawing the Death Scythe from the ground and switching it to her left hand, she raised her right hand and made a swift motion in the air.
"Xiao General, Song General, take the field!"
"Your subordinate obeys!"
In an instant, thousands of cavalrymen on warhorses burst forth from the Mysterious Domain Gate, flames trailing behind them.
The neighing of horses, the clanking of armor, and the clash of metal surged forward with an unstoppable momentum that crushed their opponents.
"Roar! Yan Kongyue, your Ghost Army is truly formidable. Those city guards turned to ash as soon as they touched the flames of your Ghost Army."
After all, those flames came from the third layer of heaven!
"You... what kind of person are you?" The man atop the high-rise floated in mid-air, horrified by the carnage below.
"Shut up!"
"Cang Qing, take him down!" Feng Xing crossed his arms and tilted his head as he looked at the Nine Nether City Lord. "I want his hairpin!"
"Cang Qing" responded with a nod and charged forward.
"Don't break it!"
"My lord, don't worry. With someone as weak as this, I originally intended to take him down easily, but before I could finish my sentence, "Jiu Ming" had already fallen to the ground."
He was the High Priest, skilled in sorcery but completely lacking in martial arts, and his abilities were all spent.
"Cang Qing" casually dealt with the male and female body of "Hua Yao" as well.
"What do you want that broken thing for?" "Yan Kongyue" shot a sideways glance at "Feng Xing."
"I'm not doing anything; I just want to see what it's made of. Why is it so ugly?"
"Jiu Ming" struggled to get up and, upon hearing "Feng Xing's" words, spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
"Brother Lin, are you trying to kill him with anger?"
"No, why waste that effort?" "Feng Xing" raised an eyebrow at "Cang Qing."
"Cang Qing" understood immediately, bent down, and picked "Jiu Ming" up from the ground, presenting him in front of "Feng Xing."
"My lord, please take a look!"
"Feng Xing's" lips twitched in disdain as he shook his head. "It's too damn ugly; get rid of it quickly!"
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