Patrol Captain

"Heh heh!" The old ghost laughed in extreme anger, his gloomy eyes shooting out a chilling light through his disheveled hair, which was quite terrifying.

"Chen Yuan, you are far too arrogant. Although you are unparalleled in supernatural power and can take on the world single-handedly, you are indeed formidable. But do you think that everyone in the world is afraid of you? That is truly laughable."

"Who do you think this great formation of mine is for?"

"This is a battlefield, not a place where you can act recklessly by relying on your own strength. I can't stop you, but you can't stop me from turning your troops into blood."

As these menacing words fell, a chilling wind suddenly arose, and the underworld beneath him released a towering cloud of dark mist, which surged and billowed into the sky like boiling ink, once again obscuring the sunlight seeping through the battlefield.

As the eerie wind howled, the old ghost standing atop the underworld solidified his ghostly aura, his black robes fluttering and obscuring his figure, leaving only his eyes shining with two blinding green lights that flickered in the eerie wind. As he opened his mouth, the wails of ten thousand ghosts overflowed from the depths of his throat, and his furious aura shook the heavens and the earth.

"Today, I will open the Netherworld and let you witness my supernatural powers of the Ghost Path."

"Open it for me!"

Old Ghost's roar was like sharp claws scratching at eardrums, his voice carrying a heart-wrenching chill. Although he was no match for General Chen, who could kill celestial beings, in a one-on-one fight, his ghostly supernatural powers had an advantage that others could not match in group combat.

In an instant, countless shrill howls came from the depths of the ghostly mist, and thousands of souls surged out like a tide from the suddenly opened gates of the underworld beneath his feet.

There, as deep as a black hole, like a dark abyss, countless vengeful ghosts and holy souls let out shrill screams powerful enough to shatter gold and split stone, each with a ferocious expression as they charged out. They churned and converged in the ghostly mist, transforming into a river of souls that blotted out the sky, covering everything. Within that impenetrable tide of souls, the old ghost's hair and beard stood on end, his eyes glowing even greener, his hands waving wildly. Having cultivated for a thousand years, he possessed a forbidden body and naturally had trump cards. He had been searching for the Nine Netherworlds, seeking to explore the secrets of the cycle of reincarnation.

He collected countless secrets and contemplated numerous hellish diagrams, sacrificing countless souls for them. According to his vision, he intended to create the legendary eighteen levels of hell in the human world, thereby glimpsing the mysteries of reincarnation, reversing yin and yang, and shattering the void.

Beneath his underworld lies the five layers of hell he created!

"Hell is empty, descend to earth!" he roared.

A horrifying change ensued. Within the River of Souls, countless souls devoured and merged like a tidal wave. Amidst the churning ghostly mist, a phantom of hell was forcibly condensed: ice mountains, karmic fires, and boiling oil cauldrons. Dark red lava flowed along invisible hellish ravines, accompanied by the ear-piercing sounds of chains being dragged and colliding. One after another, evil spirits roared forth from these scenes of torture and hell!

Three zhang tall, a bull-headed, human-bodied demon with curved horns like black iron on its head, blood-red eyes, and iron forks wielded by broken chains hanging from their tips, its body reeking of a pungent, bloody stench; a group of emaciated, hungry ghosts opened their blood-red maws, their throats as thin as pinholes, their bellies swollen like drums, their skin clinging to their bones, revealing bluish-black veins, they extended their withered claws, drooling as they roared and charged down; a flying yaksha, clad in tattered black armor, with bone wings on its back, the tips gleaming coldly, its face twisted and ferocious, its eyes like bottomless black holes, its ghostly blade stained with ten thousand years of Yin blood, slashing out with each swing, unleashing streaks of black blade energy, the space itself groaning in its wake.
Thus, the hungry ghosts, emaciated and bloated, drooling, appeared; the flying yakshas, ​​with their bone-winged demon blades and blood-stained black armor, appeared; the tongue-pulling demon soldiers, wielding pincers, were sinister and surrounded by blood; the steaming ghosts, bloated and dark red, spewed out sulfurous heat. The hellish scene unfolded layer by layer, the five levels of hell opened wide, and one after another, evil ghosts, carrying the heat of magma, the cold of ice mountains, and the sharpness of knife mountains, swept down.

Wherever it passed, even space itself distorted, rocks cracked from the chilling aura, and only the howls of hellish ghosts echoed between heaven and earth. The entire world was filled with endless ferocity, a scene of utter horror, as if a hellish army had descended upon the human world.

Deep within the black mist, the old ghost's eyes glowed with a madness. Even if it meant sacrificing a century of hard work and losing tens or even hundreds of thousands of souls, he was determined to extinguish the arrogance of the person before him and vent his hatred!
"Chen Yuan, you should see for yourself how my Five Turbid Hells will bind the souls of your mountain-crushing soldiers and refine their spirits, so that they will never be able to be reborn."

"Kill them for me!"

The old ghost's maniacal laughter reverberated through the overwhelming black mist of ghostly energy, shaking the entire world.

Instantly, the overwhelming, hideous hellish demons roared away in both directions.

He charged towards Chen Yuan while simultaneously charging towards the advancing soldiers of the mountain-climbing army.

A chilling wind howled, and this terrifying scene startled the chaotic world. The Northern Liang cavalrymen were invigorated, and the charging mountain-felling army changed their expressions, their horses neighed loudly, and their hooves thundered.

At the center of the battlefield, Chen Yuan stepped into the void, facing a tide of fierce ghosts and a chilling wind. He thrust his three-pointed double-edged spear forward, and the void resounded with a clang. Divine light shone brightly, and golden true fire emerged from the spear.

The howling winds and fierce ghosts were shattered by the spear, turning into black gusts of wind that blew past on both sides, filling the air with the piercing screams of the fierce ghosts.

Chen Yuan opened his third eye between his brows and stared intently at the old ghost hidden in the thick yin energy. This old monster's supernatural power was indeed frightening enough. He had actually cultivated such a forbidden supernatural power. The living souls inside were inexhaustible and numerous. In this kind of large-scale battle where attrition was high, it had a unique advantage and would tilt the balance of the battlefield.

If I don't deal with this monster quickly, the "group damage" it creates will cause many soldiers to lose their lives in vain, which is not worth it.

However, faced with this unexpected danger, Chen Yuan was not anxious. Instead, he coldly observed the old ghost who was laughing wildly. Then, he raised his hand, and a small cyan-gold tower appeared in his palm. It was his Dao Fruit Thirty-Six Mountain Demon Suppression Tower.

He hurled the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda into the swirling tide of ghosts and demons. The Thirty-Six Mountains Demon-Suppressing Pagoda immediately hummed and trembled, expanding in the wind and causing the void to tremble. The demon reliefs on it emitted astonishing demonic howls, shattering the fierce ghosts along the way. At the same time, the windows on the upper seven floors slammed open, and golden divine chains shot out from them, like chains of the Great Dao, rushing towards the fifth level of hell in the sky along with the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

Golden chains of light crisscrossed the sky, sweeping away everything in their path, piercing through the hordes of ghosts and annihilating their souls. Meanwhile, the Demon-Suppressing Tower, with its immense power, spun and trembled amidst the thousands of ghosts, forging a path and charging towards the old ghost.

The old ghost hidden deep within the ghost tide, upon seeing this scene, wildly lashed out with both arms, driving the ghost tide to fearlessly resist the Demon Suppression Tower, not giving Chen Yuan a chance to get close. As long as he could hold out against this Chen for a short while, his evil ghosts could do many things.

At this moment, the ghostly tide on the other side had already crashed into the vanguard of the mountain-climbing army. The two sides had already clashed, like a battle between the heavens and the underworld. The mountain-climbing soldiers, shrouded in the golden sun, collided with the evil spirits in the black ghostly mist. The rousing battle cries and the shrill wails of the fierce ghosts intertwined.

Meanwhile, on Chen Yuan's side,
"Zheng"

A sharp clang suddenly rang out.

He shot out divine light from his third eye, marking a spatial node in the void before him. Then, holding his spear, he leaped into it. The next second, his figure appeared on a thick golden iron chain plunged into the ghost tide. He swung his spear, unleashing a bolt of lightning that struck deep into the depths. After a breath, his figure vanished into thin air and reappeared on another golden divine chain, unleashing a divine power with his spear.

And so, Chen Yuan's figure leaped through the void, appearing atop the golden chains that pierced the ghost tide, ascending deeper and deeper, ever closer to the old ghost hidden in the depths.

It was incredibly fast and elusive.

"Chen Yuan, you think you can catch me? No way."

The old ghost seemed to have discerned Chen Yuan's purpose, hissing through the ghost tide with a hint of cold laughter. Towards the end, it seemed to employ some secret technique, its voice becoming erratic and its aura spreading throughout the entire ghost tide, becoming unpredictable. Simultaneously, vines extended from the ghostly mist, preventing Chen Yuan from advancing further. "Oh, is that so?"

Chen Yuan shattered a flying vine with his spear, swung it back, and struck the sky with his other hand.

Suddenly, the azure-gold Demon-Suppressing Tower, which was flying upwards diagonally below, trembled violently. A beam of white light shot out from the base in an instant, rushing into the ghost tide with unparalleled force. Then, the light turned from white to gold, shining brightly. As the golden light shone brightly, a chanting of Sanskrit rang out from the dark ghost mist.

Before long, the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, like the sound of Buddhas reciting sutras, grew louder and closer, as if some terrifying being was rapidly stepping into this world from some void.

In no time, the vast and thunderous chanting of Buddhist hymns filled the sky, quickly dispelling the pitch-black ghostly mist. Auspicious clouds emerged above, as if the sun had been seen through the clouds. Above the auspicious clouds, a magnificent temple condensed, a lotus throne appeared, and countless illusory figures of Buddhas materialized. These Buddhas seemed to have come from the void of the formless realm, manifesting in this world with a strong sense of unreality.

But each one has a myriad of divine appearances: some with angry brows and glaring eyes, wielding magical weapons; some standing on one leg like a golden rooster, hands clasped in prayer, with a solemn and dignified appearance; some with drooping ears and downturned eyes, reclining on a lotus throne.
Countless Buddhas, each carrying an eerie and sacred aura, enveloped the four directions of heaven and earth, forcefully cleaving open the ghost realm and standing above the five turbid hells.

Countless magnificent temples, Buddhas and dragons, crossed realms to arrive. Pairs of emotionless eyes lowered their brows and clasped their hands, gazing down at the hellish scene revealed by the golden light.

Then, with a thunderous roar, a finger reaching to the sky fell from the heavens, pointing directly at the five levels of hell below, while the Buddhas clapped their hands down from the high heavens.

In an instant, wherever it passed, all evil spirits, demons, and ghosts were shattered, and everything was suppressed.

Under the Buddha's light, the hellish scene below shook violently with a rumbling sound. The fierce ghosts and ghostly soldiers inside seemed to be scorched by raging fire, emitting miserable cries, and were about to dissipate.

"Damn it, Buddha's light."

The old ghost cried out in shock and anger. Under the presence of the Great Sun Tathagata and all the Buddhas and dragons, his Five Turbid Hell trembled and was exposed under the golden light.

His hands reached to the sky, his feet trod on the underworld, his hair and beard stood on end, his face was like a fierce ghost, and above the image of hell, a huge finger pressed down hard, as if trying to suppress him.

At that moment, a shout, as if from the underworld, rang out in his ears.

"Old man, break it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a streak of fire shot out from the darkness below, like a thunderclap, tearing through the sky and hurtling towards him!

An overwhelming killing intent locked onto him and came to strike!

It's that three-pointed double-edged spear!

Sensing the imminent danger of death, the old ghost roared and sank directly into the underworld below. The underworld was filled with surging black mist, and countless vines, like tentacles, tightly wrapped around the mansion.

next moment,
The spear, swift as a shooting star, slammed into the forbidden object that the old ghost had painstakingly crafted over hundreds of years.

"boom"

A deafening explosion.

The spear pierced through the underworld, thunder and fire roared, brick walls shattered, flames surged, and howls echoed from within.

This single shot shattered the old ghost's magic. In the blink of an eye, the hellish imagery in the sky completely collapsed, the passages to hell crumbled, and the screeching, surging tide of ghosts, having lost its support, rapidly receded like a whirlwind turning back to fire, and was absorbed back by the whale-swallowing cloud.

Then, the Buddha's finger in the sky, having lost its resistance, crushed down and landed on that underworld.

Under the dual pressure, this forbidden artifact of the ghostly path instantly disintegrated and crumbled, with pieces resembling flesh and blood, charred and scattered in the air.

A streak of fire flew down from the explosion and was caught by Chen Yuan—it was the three-pointed double-edged spear!

Then, the phantom images of Buddhas, dragons, elephants, and giant fingers in the sky also dispersed with the wind, and a white jade finger bone fell from the sky into his hand, which he then tucked into his sleeve in one smooth motion.

His brow twitched, and he turned to look at the western sky, narrowing his eyes slightly before ignoring it. His third eye scanned the fragments of the underworld falling from the sky, and then he opened his mouth wide, unleashing a ball of golden true fire that surged upwards, growing larger in the wind and blazing into the sky.

Suddenly, his third eye glanced to the northwest, where a hidden aura burrowed underground and fled. There were fluctuations in the array there, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.
"Want to go?"

Holding a long spear, he rode the wind and his Heavenly Eye looked down at the earth, heading straight in the northwest direction.

At this moment, the mountain-climbing army immediately cheered with excitement.

"Your leader has been defeated, why don't you surrender immediately?"

Half a cup of tea later, a golden light suddenly leaped out from the void above Ghost Cry Mountain, and Chen Yuan stepped out from the void, his golden eyes surveying the scene.

Within the Northern Liang camp, beams of light of varying shades shot into the sky, with countless points of light rising alongside them—short-range teleportation arrays. The main army here rapidly retreated, while chaos erupted in the camp below, as black-armored soldiers surged into the camp like a flood.

Meanwhile, in the mountains to the north, countless frightened horses fled in terror.

The 100,000 iron cavalry of Northern Liang suffered a crushing defeat! (End of Chapter)