The bonfire fell to the ground with a whoosh. In the flickering flames and the dark aura that permeated the ground, the general in the red cloak seemed to be burning. The quiet mud and dust were swept into the air, and the tip of the halberd that was plowing the ground was raised up into the air and chopped down fiercely at the nearest soldiers.
The sharp crescent pressed over the man's shoulder, and the faint golden soul with a human appearance was torn into several pieces the moment it was chopped out of the body, and turned into smoke and dissipated.
Liang Shidu looked at the fast riders charging towards him and felt the sudden surge of yin energy. He pulled out a flute from his waist and put it to his lips. He belonged to the Winged Fire Snake of the Twenty-Eight Constellations and the Nangong Suzaku, and was in charge of vocal music and fire. The moment the melodious flute sounded, flames suddenly jumped up and burned along the ground covered with footprints.
The next second, the horse's hooves approached the fire wave and suddenly changed direction, slashing through the painted halberd of an immortal soldier's soul and slashing it diagonally, hooking a soldier rushing with a spear, and hooking out the immortal soldier's soul, pressing it to the ground and dragging it rapidly along with the speed of the horse until it was wiped out.
"This Yin God... is really cunning!"
The enemy rushed into the camp, running around killing the human soldiers attached to the immortal soldiers, and refused to fight him head-on. The Fire Winged Snake stopped playing the flute, jumped on the horse, and shouted "Bu Nan Gong Flame Array!" The bonfire on the ground flickered and turned a faint blue. The dozens of immortal soldiers who had surrounded and killed them suddenly stopped moving, and their souls broke out of their bodies one after another. There was also a fiery red warhorse, and the general holding a halberd above followed closely behind.
Lu Bu, who had been running away, came back riding on the cold wind.
In half a breath, the horse's hooves stepped over the fence of the central camp and penetrated through. The flame-like skin spread out in Liang Shidu's sight. The painted halberd with a gloomy ghostly aura came towards him, and the tip of the halberd touched the blocking flute, and then there were several chops, stabs, and cuts...
"How dare you, little Yin God, be so presumptuous!"
Liang Shidu suddenly roared, his eyes flashed golden, and a brilliant divine light ignited around his body. However, the moment the light came on, the Yin God, which had no form to restrain it, turned into Yin Qi and dispersed the moment the light reached it. It flew away and condensed into the outlines of a human and a horse again.
“Hehe… hehe hahahaha—”
Wild laughter resounded through the darkness. The silhouetted general held his halberd, turned his horse around, tilted his face, and shouted:
"—You stars, do you know Lü Bu, Lü Fengxian?!"
"How dare you!!!"
Liang Shidu's divine light was shining brightly, and it was obvious that he was angered by the actions of the Yin God in the human world. He immediately left the horse and rushed over as a golden light. On the other side, Lu Bu turned his head back, stopped laughing, and did not fight with him. He rode the Yin wind and ran away.
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There was a great chaos in the central camp, with sparks of fire rising into the darkness. Yuchi Gong, who was patrolling the side camp and standing at the gate, frowned. He stopped outside the gate when he heard the noise, and suddenly pulled out the double whips on his back as he felt the yin energy and divine light appearing and disappearing.
"Come with me and take a look!"
Just as he finished speaking, outside the village gate, there was a rustling sound of wild grass, like footsteps, or the night wind blowing through the grass.
Yuchi Gong, who turned around at the gate and was heading towards the central camp with a group of immortal soldiers, suddenly felt something. He took two steps and turned back abruptly. In the darkness of his vision, a burly figure broke through the starlight in the night, forming a human outline, and a large spear swept across.
With a bang, the spear shaft with the spear tip attached was swung and bent, hitting the iron whip hard. Yuchi Gong maintained a blocking posture and knocked the soldier behind him, sliding back two feet. Another soldier was hit by the swung spear tip and flew to the side. His body hit the wooden pillar of the fence and exploded with a loud bang. A faint golden soul slowly floated up from the unconscious body into the night sky.
Yuchi Jingde, who was swept away by a gun, was emitting divine light, which reflected with the darkness on the opposite side, illuminating his tattered skin hanging on the ground, and his wet footsteps leaving a puddle of water on the mud. On one side, a thick spear was slanted on the ground, and the figure holding it was strong and sturdy, with black scales covered with spots of swords and knives. Under the loose bun, a handsome face with a beard slowly raised up, and seeing Yuchi Gong with divine light all over his body, he grinned and spoke every word.
"I, Xiang Yu, the water god of Wujiang River, please teach me!"
The tone is full of wildness.
The next moment, the gun was swung, and the sound of it cutting through the air was like the roar of a huge wave, creating ripples of water in the darkness and sweeping across with an angry roar.
Feeling this overwhelming hatred, Black Evil Star didn't know whether it was directed at him or if this Yin God was just full of hatred. There was no reason to retreat now.
He shook off his cloak, and sent out black smoke, which collided violently with the spear wielded by the opposite side.
Two burly and tall figures collided, with the pressure of divine light and the rage of yin energy. In the blink of an eye, there was a loud bang, the light flickered, and the air wave carrying the pressure instantly overturned the gate. The human soldiers of all sizes who were attached to the immortal soldiers and generals were all forced to fly. Those with shallower cultivation were directly blown away with the fallen fence.
No one had foreseen that the Wujiang Water God, who had just ascended to the throne, would have such strong power. There were even soldiers who were a little further away who didn't understand what was happening. They could only hear horrible bombardments in the light ball that was a mixture of divine light and yin energy, as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was cracking, and the ground was shaking.
"Black Star, I'm here to help you!"
Hearing the noise, Liu Wuzhou, the leader of the Tuliuzhang army, was halfway to the central camp with his immortal soldiers. Liang Shi, who had started the fight, and the evil spirit had already disappeared, so they had to turn their horses around and fly towards this side.
Outside the camp, there was a rustling sound in the woods. A figure rode out of the woods on horseback and came to the steep slope. He stabbed the spear in his hand into the ground with a bang. Amidst the lingering Yin energy, his eyes were fixed on the camp illuminated by flames in the distance. He silently took out the big yellow bow and spread out his other hand. The Yin energy condensed into a feather arrow, which he put on the bowstring and pulled back, then slowly raised it to aim at the divine light that was locked in his sight, like the brightest star in the dark night.
Then... the bowstring trembled violently, and the arrow shot out with a mixture of Yin energy. The bow was loosened in his hand, and he drew out his spear and urged his horse to gallop down.
The wind and waves howled at the gate of the side camp. Tuliuzhang, who was rushing over, took out his magic weapon and was about to open his mouth, when he suddenly heard a whistling sound. He turned his head and a flying black shadow pierced through his shoulder and then turned into smoke and disappeared. His whole body tilted on the horse's back. Before he could react, a fast horse rushed through the fence, jumped up, and passed through the light of the stars and the moon. An old voice resounded on the horse's back:
"I am Li Guang, the God of Appeasement!"
The spear pierced Liu Wuzhou's chest and pushed him off his horse. He let out a sharp roar, "Ah--" and flew backwards in mid-air, holding the opponent's spear with his backhand, knocking down tents and fences of all sizes along the way. The fire trampled by the galloping horse's hooves exploded, and he was pushed more than twenty feet away amidst the sparks, and only stopped after crashing into the central army tent.
The roof of the tent was lifted up into the sky, revealing four figures sitting behind a desk inside. They stared in a daze at the figure riding a horse and holding a spear, surrounded by a sinister aura. When they saw the other party throw out Liu Wuzhou hanging on the tent and raise his spear towards them, they hurriedly stood up together, forced smiles on their faces and waved their hands.
"God, please don't do anything yet... We are one of our own, we are one of our own, we also recognize Master Lu!"