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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
With a loud shout from Ye Mingshang, the enormous Bagua Wheel in the sky began to spin. In a daze, it seemed one could hear the sound of gears turning, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing at all.
The rotation of the wheel accelerated, and the oppressive force grew stronger. At this moment, there were no enemies attacking because they were already immobilized. This pure force of justice had a powerful restraining effect on evil spirits; even humans would feel greatly suppressed, let alone those monsters.
Ye Mingshang gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulging as if they might burst at any moment. His bent legs trembled slightly, and the ground beneath him sank under his weight. Ye Mingshang's state resembled that of someone carrying a great mountain; clearly, casting such a spell was quite taxing for him.
A buzzing sound filled the air as an invisible wave spread out. Any demon that came into contact with it would perish instantly. For a moment, it felt as if the air itself had stagnated—there was no sound, no movement. The entire world was dominated by this single Bagua ripple. As the ripple expanded, Mountain Demons were reduced to mere flesh, and ghostly figures returned to nothingness.
It seemed to have transformed into an incredibly powerful weapon of mass destruction. A nuclear weapon aimed solely at evil spirits, the seemingly sacred golden Bagua Wheel acted like a meat grinder, mercilessly harvesting the lives of countless demons.
"Ah!" The Scarred Ghost knelt on the ground, clutching its head and screaming in agony.
This divine attack naturally inflicted significant harm on him as a Vengeful Spirit; his suffering stemmed from being affected by that overwhelming power. Ye Mingshang had intentionally protected him because he had exerted considerable effort earlier. Without that protection, being so close would have turned the Scarred Ghost to dust in an instant.
"Ugh!" Another wave rippled out like a tide, pushing the already exhausted first wave to expand even further.
"Damn it! Run!" In the distance, Ye and Kameyama had sensed something was amiss when the Bagua appeared; they were already shocked by that overwhelming aura. As the ripple spread and those touched turned to ash, their crimson eyes began to tremble with fear. When the second wave emerged, they could no longer bear it and shouted in desperation as they struggled to break free and flee.
"Don't!" As they transformed into a cloud of black smoke attempting to escape, a soul-stirring sensation compelled them to turn back with great difficulty.
The golden waves representing divinity and destruction filled their entire field of vision; in that moment, time seemed to stretch infinitely. They watched as the destructive force heralding death drew ever closer, their hearts filled with terror and regret.
They feared this terrifying power akin to divine punishment and regretted their ignorance and greed.
At this moment, they wished only to return to the beginning; if they had just hidden away instead of confronting him, they would be trapped here but alive rather than dead. If they hadn't crazily destroyed this village years ago, it would still be a paradise. If they had never come to China, they would still be living peacefully in Japan. All of this stemmed from ignorance and greed...
Perhaps life and death truly can lead one to enlightenment; in this instant, they thought of many things—the pain of being trapped over the years, their curiosity upon first entering paradise, their madness in invading China, and their distant homeland overseas...
Had they gained insight? Had they repented? Perhaps so, but it no longer mattered. There is no medicine for regret in this world; if given another chance, would they truly not make mistakes again? They would likely still cling to hope and then regret once more at the moment of death.
"Is it over..." Ye despairingly closed his eyes, awaiting the arrival of death.
Suddenly, he felt a tremendous pulling force, and his body was uncontrollably dragged away.
"Is that how it is? After extinction, will I arrive at a new place?" Feeling the powerful tug, he indeed did not sense the pain of being shattered. He thought he had arrived in the Underworld, but then he realized that as a demon, he should have been reduced to ashes and scattered. How could there be an Underworld?
Curiously opening his eyes, he saw a familiar yet terrifying figure. Standing over six feet tall, with a stern face, dressed in green military uniform adorned with numerous medals. This was their former captain, a monster who regarded human life as nothing and had no trace of human emotion.
"What a disgrace, to be reduced to this by a few ghosts." The officer did not move his lips; the voice seemed to emanate directly from his body, as if it were ringing in his ears—a truly bizarre phenomenon.
"General, the enemy is simply too powerful." Kameyama lowered his head, his voice still trembling with fear.
"No, they are only powerful compared to your weakness. Do not seek excuses for your incompetence." The cold voice seemed to come from the depths of winter, sending chills down one's spine.
"I'm sorry, General." Kameyama bowed deeply, not daring to utter another word. His fear of this person was no less than that of the terrifying Bagua.
"We will repent for our weakness, General." Yaye lowered his proud head; he could not muster any resistance against this man, the one who had turned him into this inhuman monster.
"What I want is not an apology but your intentions. Are you still loyal to me and the Empire?" The general showed no facial expression; not even his eyes moved. From the moment he appeared, he stood there like a corpse. Only that icy voice seemed capable of freezing everything around it, devoid of any ripples—merely a simple rule.
"I swear loyalty to the General and the Empire!!" The two straightened their faces and stood tall; although they had no legs, they maintained military posture.
"Very good." The general nodded slightly, "Then offer your lives to me for the great Empire and for my greatness..."
As soon as these words were spoken, both were taken aback. Instinctively wanting to flee, they found it was too late; after just a moment's thought, they were enveloped by endless darkness.
"Finally, is it time to die?" This was the same thought in both their minds and their last consciousness.
From another perspective, the general simply grasped each of their heads with his hands, and then the two shadows slowly twisted and transformed until they completely vanished. In that final moment, one could vaguely see whirlpools in the palms of the general's hands.
"After waiting so long, it's time for you to fulfill your value, my subjects..." The general rarely moved his lips; his cold and emotionless voice seemed capable of freezing the entire world.
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On another side, the stagnant power brought by Bagua lasted only a few minutes before Ye Mingshang retracted it. He could confirm that the ripple had spread throughout the village; all demons within this range had been completely dissipated. He did not believe there was anything that could survive under such divine punishment-like power. Even if there were, he could sense it.
"Ha! Ha~" Ye Mingshang knelt on one knee, greedily breathing in the air. His whole body trembled violently as if he could die at any moment, and his chest expanded and contracted intensely, with a significant amplitude. It seemed as if his lungs were about to burst.
"Brother Ye!" Lin Qianqian immediately reacted, desperately running to Ye Mingshang's side to support his arm, looking at him with concern.
Joan was also worried and was about to go over, but Lin Qianqian got there first. Seeing her anxious expression, he wisely refrained from approaching.
Lin the Old Man had already woken up and watched the two with a bitter smile, shaking his head. "Since ancient times, beautiful women love heroes. I won't interfere in the affairs of these young people."
Scarred Ghost was half-lying on the ground, laboriously leaning against the wall. His condition was no better than Ye Mingshang's; he did not want to experience that unbearable pain again, even though he had only been unconsciously affected while being protected. Even without dying, the suffering endured was no joke.
Aside from a few familiar faces, Fat Taoist was also surprised, his mouth agape. He knew who Ye Mingshang was and had investigated his background. A once-in-a-thousand-years talent of the Taoist Sect, the most promising person to become an immortal in a century. He was also the adopted son of Demon King Minghe among the Four Great Holy Kings and the future Young Master of the demon clan!
Unprincipled had spent a considerable amount of resources to obtain useful information about Ye Mingshang's past deeds and had formed a preliminary judgment about his strength. He should be at the peak of the Master Realm, infinitely close to Human Immortal strength. He was certainly stronger than Unprincipled, but previously he did not think it would be by much. The title of once-in-a-thousand-years talent from the Taoist Sect made him scoff; after all, he was also young and equally unfathomable in strength. However, he had gained his abilities through inheritance, while Ye Mingshang had cultivated them himself.
Unprincipled had never seen that technique before, but he was familiar with the incantation. It was not some secret technique; it was widely circulated within the Taoist Sect. However, very few could unleash such powerful levels of this technique. Moreover, it was clear that this version had been modified by Ye Mingshang; after all, the original Purification Spell did not have much lethality and certainly would not produce such a Bagua.
Unprincipled was also quite shocked by that Bagua Disk; he believed that even if he exerted all his strength, he could not match even one-tenth or one-twelfth of its might. That kind of power felt like divine punishment and seemed beyond human capabilities. Although Ye Mingshang had also used it with great difficulty and suffered significant side effects, being able to use it at all already proved his extraordinary nature.
In strict terms, such a powerful technique had already transcended the realm of a master. He did not believe any master could wield such power. Could it be that Ye Mingshang had already crossed the boundary between humans and gods? Had he already become an immortal?!
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