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The Wan Hun Formation truly lives up to its name. Not only can the Xiong Ling within the formation resurrect infinitely using Sha Qi, but any Exorcist who dies inside will also transform into a new slave to join the battle.
With this cycle of life and death, there is no need for him to take action; these creatures will turn on each other like dogs fighting.
"Wait, we surrender!" a shameless Onmyoji shouted. "We lost! You can't wipe us out completely; we have an extradition treaty!"
"Chief Dong, do you see?" Zuo Ci asked deliberately.
"Extradition treaty?" Dong E Lai sneered. "Is there one? I don't know! I'm illiterate and can't understand a thing—really, I can't understand at all!"
Letting you all get carried away!
Now look where we are! None of you can escape—none at all!
Dong E Lai felt as if he stood before the ultimate protagonist in a thrilling story; it was exhilarating!
Why does this technique feel so familiar?
The Black Cripple spat harshly onto the ground.
These Little Devils always want to play both sides. They will go to any lengths for what they desire, yet they start quoting scriptures for what they do not.
In simple terms, it’s pure shamelessness.
"Everyone, offer up your souls!" Zuo Ci declared, forming hand seals.
Giant hands made of Sha Qi erupted from the ground, crushing those capable Onmyoji into a bloody pulp. The moment their souls broke free from their flesh, they would be seized by the Wan Hun Formation.
Not a single living soul can escape from the Wan Hun Formation!
This isn’t a battle of skills; it’s merely one-sided slaughter.
All kinds of Shikigami were summoned.
However, they proved to be of no use. The moment they were summoned, the Wan Hun Formation severed the connection between the Shikigami and the Onmyoji, transforming them into spirit entities. In less than a breath, those so-called Exorcists and Onmyoji became nourishment for the Wan Hun Formation, all reduced to Xiong Ling formed from the souls of Cultivators, at the very least existing at the level of Sha, comparable to Fa Jing.
Yet, Zuo Ci also discovered the flaws in the Wan Hun Formation. It lacked a core focal point akin to a central eye. The Xiong Ling within the Wan Hun Formation could revive thanks to the Sha Qi from Heishui River Heaven and the Grievance condensed from spirits that died on Li Bridge; these were consumables. Without a Sha Eye, the Wan Hun Formation would always remain imperfect. The deceased Xiong Ling could not continue to revive.
With this in mind, Zuo Ci began soul searching. Utilizing the hidden methods of the Wan Hun Fan, he searched wherever he did not understand. Indeed, he found an ancient formation in the mind of an Onmyoji—an enchantment technique from Eastern Japan.
Huang Quan Tian Lun! This was a focal point set up by the Abe Family on Li Bridge, relying on countless Fuyou Ling and earthbound spirits to create Sha Qi consumables. The Shikigami sleeping on Li Bridge were nourished and cultivated by this Sha Qi; as long as they remained on Li Bridge, these so-called Twelve Divine Generals would be immortal.
However, to refine Huang Quan Tian Lun, one needed one hundred thousand Yuan Hun as a catalyst—not just any Yuan Hun, but those that had seen bloodshed and were infused with Sha; Heroic Spirits would suffice as well!
Heroic Spirits! Zuo Ci's eyes lit up. Wasn't there a divine restroom in Eastern Japan that enshrined the Heroic Spirits of all those who had fallen in battle throughout its history?
Eastern Japan truly was a wonderful place! He chuckled to himself, preparing to set off for Eastern Japan in a few days.
This mage, I sincerely thank you on behalf of the Thirteenth Division. Without you, the face of Tian Huaxia would have been lost! Dong E Lai bowed before Zuo Ci.
"Chief Dong," I came here because I need the souls of these Onmyoji, so there's no need for you to thank me!"
Zuo Ci waved his hand dismissively and walked away, lost in his own thoughts.
With matters settled, he turned to leave, hiding both his identity and his name!
Chief Dong watched Zuo Ci's retreating figure, a look of approval on his face. Yet, why did this mysterious mage seem so familiar?
He glanced at Black Cripple's lecherous grin and felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
A ridiculous possibility crossed his mind!
Chen Mo's judgment might not have been wrong after all.
That Daoist Zuo could indeed still be alive!
As this thought surfaced in Chief Dong's mind, disbelief flickered in his eyes.
The Wuchang Squad had personally intervened, yet they couldn't eliminate Daoist Zuo!
Just how terrifying was his power?
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