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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
Seeing the Flying Zombie charging towards him, he naturally did not dare to be careless. With his mind focused two hundred percent, he formed a hand seal that sent the Smoke Giant crashing down like a Cannonball towards the Flying Zombie.
“Ah!~”
“Ha!”
Both of them shouted loudly, one launching an all-out attack while the other put up a desperate defense. For a moment, neither could gain the upper hand.
“Ah!~” The Flying Zombie roared, trying with all its might to pierce through the damned smoke. “I, Nie Jin, am the Grand Marshal of Expansion of the Great Ming Empire! I have fought countless battles in my life; how can I be defeated by a mere brat like you!!!” Nie Jin bellowed, the veins on his forehead bulging as if they were about to burst, and his entire body exuded the unique blue corpse energy of a Zombie.
“Break for me!” With a loud shout from Nie Jin, the smoke was forcefully dispersed, and under the corrosion of the blue corpse energy, it could not restore itself for a time!
“Die!!!”
Watching Nie Jin break through the smoke and charge at him, Ye Mingshang's face showed panic for the first time.
“It’s over; this Zombie is too powerful!” a villager couldn't help but exclaim.
“Master Ye, it seems you are going to lose. Should we escape?”
“Escape? Where to? That Zombie can fly. Even if you drive, can you outrun someone who can fly?”
“Don’t say such discouraging things! Master Ye risked everything to save us. How can we abandon him and run away?!”
Like the villagers, Old Ma and Joan were also taken aback.
"Indeed, the Flying Zombie is more formidable. Is my life going to end here? It's a pity for Senior Brother Ye, so young; given time, he might have become an immortal. Yet here I am, causing him trouble..." Old Ma felt a wave of sorrow.
"No! Master won't lose! He can't..." Joan couldn't believe it.
"Die!" Seeing Ye Mingshang in a panic, Nie Jin became even more focused, determined to take down the enemy before him with a single strike!
However, just when he thought he was about to succeed, Ye Mingshang's panic vanished without a trace, replaced by a hint of a smile.
"This is bad!" Shocked at heart, but how could he retract his full-force attack? Although he sensed something was off, he had no choice but to continue his assault.
"Eight Thunder Generals, form up, eliminate..." It turned out that the eight youths who served as the foundation of their formation had appeared nearby at some point. Each one seemed possessed by divine spirits, exuding a powerful aura!
"Bang!" Just as Nie Jin's fist was less than twenty centimeters from Ye Mingshang, a youth with purple light in his eyes suddenly appeared as if teleporting and kicked Nie Jin hard in the back. This kick sent him flying past Ye Mingshang.
"Boom!" Nie Jin was slammed to the ground ten meters away by this forceful kick, creating a loud crash that left a deep pit in the earth.
"Damn it!" Nie Jin's voice trembled as he tried to get up when a seemingly slender youth with blue light in his eyes suddenly appeared behind him. Before his pupils could dilate in shock, he was already soaring into the air.
"How can he be this strong?!" After finally stabilizing himself, Nie Jin felt a surge of fear.
"Mist rises and falls, clouds gather and disperse. Transform into divine weapons, banish all evil!" As Ye Mingshang chanted incantations while forming seals, the previously dissipated mist reformed into several human-sized divine weapons. Although their combat power was much weaker than that of the Eight Thunder Generals due to their inherent characteristics, they could fly. The Thunder Generals, while possessing extraordinary combat strength, could not fly; they could jump about seven or eight meters but still fell short compared to flying.
"Damn it! How does he have so many tricks?!" Nie Jin was filled with dread.
At that moment, a Thunder General leaped and nearly caught Nie Jin, who hurriedly took to the air in fright.
Having dodged the Thunder General's attack, Nie Jin barely had time to catch his breath before dozens of Smoke Divine Soldiers surrounded him. With no other choice, he had to respond to the threat first and think of a strategy later. Fortunately, although there were many Smoke Divine Soldiers and they could fly, their strength was not very impressive. They were significantly weaker than the previous Smoke Giant, and often after a few moves from Nie Jin, one of the Smoke Divine Soldiers would be dispersed. However, since they were made of smoke, even when dispersed, they could quickly regroup for another assault.
"This won't do..." Just as Nie Jin was thinking this, a Thunder General suddenly appeared nearly thirty meters in the air and struck him down to the ground with a powerful kick.
It turned out that the Thunder General had descended using a mortal body. Although he could only jump seven or eight meters high, he still had buildings and companions nearby. Two Thunder Generals jumped onto a nearby building and leaped up together. When one was exhausted, he used the other's shoulder to jump again, just in time to appear beside Nie Jin.
With a loud crash, Nie Jin was smashed down from the sky like a meteorite, collapsing a house and crashing into the basement.
As for the villagers watching from afar, Old Ma had already advised them to leave. They all hid in a building several hundred meters away to watch this astonishing battle.
"Master Ye truly has divine skills. He actually summoned soldiers!"
"Now, he should be able to eliminate this Zombie..."
"Let's hope so..."
While the villagers discussed, the Thunder Generals had already fought with Nie Jin for dozens of rounds. Although he was still being overwhelmed, the Flying Zombie gradually adapted and was no longer completely defenseless. Thanks to his tough skin and flesh, even when surrounded by eight Thunder Generals, he sustained injuries but they were not severe. As for the Smoke Divine Soldiers, they mostly served as distractions; even if they managed to hit him, it felt like mere tickling.
"Earthly Nature, Pollution disperse; Cavernous Mysteries, illuminate Taiyuan; Eight Directions Divine Spirits, grant me nature; Lingbao Fuming, proclaim to all; Ganluodana, Donggang Tai Xuan; Slay Demons and Bind Evil, save countless souls; Demon King bound, guard my throne; Evil Energy dissipate, Dao Qi endure! Urgent Order!!!" Meanwhile, Ye Mingshang was also busy. As the divine soldiers entangled the Flying Zombie, he cast a Purification Spell!
As he recited the incantation, a golden Bagua Disk about one meter in diameter appeared in front of Ye Mingshang and began to rotate slowly in a clockwise direction. With each seal he formed while casting the spell, the Disk shone even brighter with golden light. A sacred and powerful aura descended that even the Eight Thunder Generals felt pressure from.
"Oops!" The Flying Zombie was startled; that aura made him feel the threat of death!
The Disc spun faster and faster, its aura growing stronger. In just two breaths, a loud 'bang' echoed as a circular beam of light, the same size as the Bagua Disk, shot out.
"No!" Trapped by the Divine General, the Flying Zombie had nowhere to escape.
"Ah!!!" As the golden light reached him, the Flying Zombie let out a piercing scream.
"Did we win?!"
"Is the Zombie dead?"
"Wow... so impressive!!!"
"The master is indeed the strongest!"
"No wonder he's the Most Promising Person to Become an Immortal in Nearly a Century!"
...
Just when everyone thought the Flying Zombie was dead, a disheveled figure flew up through the thick smoke. It was the Flying Zombie, but he no longer had the charm that captivated countless girls. He was covered in blood, half of his body mangled, his hair burned away, and his face was unrecognizable. He looked like a true Zombie, far more grotesque than those in movies.
"Hoo~ Hoo~ You can't kill me! I, Ming Dynasty, will rise again!!!" Nie Jin shouted from high in the air, his throat damaged and his voice resembling a beast's roar.
"Lei Zun Zun, Dragon and Tiger clash; with the sun and moon illuminating, it shines clearly on me..." The roar of Nie Jin was met with a fierce spell.
Ye Mingshang formed hand seals, and beams of sword light floated in the air, emitting a sharp Cold Radiance that seemed capable of cutting through metal. Just watching it made one's eyes sting.
"Damn it!" Seeing that Ye Mingshang still had strength left, Nie Jin cursed under his breath and flew off into the distance.
Ye Mingshang retracted his spell, and the sword light vanished.
"Senior Brother Ye is indeed powerful!" After seeing Nie Jin escape, Old Ma approached and clasped his fists in respect.
"Master, that Zombie is done for. Why did you let him go?" Joan scratched his head.
Previously, Nie Jin was already at his limit. The sword technique Ye Mingshang had unleashed seemed incredibly powerful and should have been able to stop Nie Jin, yet he hesitated to act, allowing Nie Jin to escape. Joan was puzzled, and so was Old Ma, though he felt too embarrassed to voice his thoughts given the effort Ye Mingshang had put in.
In response to their confusion, Ye Mingshang turned back and glanced at them calmly before rolling his eyes and fainting.
"Master!"
"Senior Brother Ye!"
...
When Ye Mingshang woke up again, it was two days later. He found himself sleeping in the village chief's guest room, with an IV drip providing him nutrients.
"Master, you're awake!" Ye Mingshang felt dry and wanted to get up for some water but noticed that Joan was sleeping with his arms resting on the bed beside him. As soon as he moved, Joan woke up.
"Pour me a glass of water," Ye Mingshang said weakly.
"Oh, good."
After drinking a glass of water, Ye Mingshang felt much better. The water had a bit of sugar in it; he didn't expect Joan, who looked a bit silly, to be so thoughtful.
"How long did I sleep?" Ye Mingshang asked.
"Master, it's been two nights since you fainted," Joan frowned. "Master, are you feeling any discomfort? The village doctor said you were overly fatigued and gave you some nutrient solution and glucose, so you should rest well."
"I'm fine, just a bit exhausted. Also, don't call me Master," Ye Mingshang shook his head.
Joan pouted and was about to speak when Old Ma walked in.
"Hey? Senior Brother Ye, you're awake!" Old Ma exclaimed joyfully.
"Yes, has that Flying Zombie come back?" Ye Mingshang nodded.
"If it had returned, we wouldn't have the chance to talk like this," Old Ma shook his head.
That's right; although the Flying Zombie was severely injured and its strength was diminished, it was still not something they could handle. After all, they were just a group of ordinary people. Joan was a half-baked Sage, and Old Ma was merely a Sorcerer.
Previously, the Eight Thunder Generals could only fight under Ye Mingshang's magical support. Once Ye Mingshang fainted and lost his magical power, those Thunder Generals left as well. The young man who had been possessed also fainted from exhaustion.
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