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Chapter 322 Coastal Defense

"Damn it, why didn't this lousy ritual take this long in previous years!"

Aunt Bai slapped a "giant" three times her height to the ground, her knuckles piercing through the magical shell and crushing the skull of the possessed being inside.

At this moment, she really wanted to burn all the people in charge of the coastal patrol to a crisp. So many Japanese cultivators had infiltrated, yet there was not a single clue.

However, this was just a momentary outburst. As the saying goes, there's no such thing as a thousand days of guarding against thieves. Who knows when these Japanese infiltrated the port city? Perhaps they came in years ago as merchants from other countries, or perhaps they entered through diplomatic channels with official status. To put it more bluntly, they might have been lying in the sea in a state of suspended animation and have only just been activated.

Especially this kind of thing, where evil spirits possess you at the slightest disagreement, is like a live sacrifice, giving off a vibe of undead demons.

Aunt Bai shook off the filth from her hands and was about to find a more formidable opponent when she felt a gust of wind. The possessed body, whose skull she had crushed, suddenly stood up again and pulled out an eight-sided club from somewhere, smashing it down on her head.

Aunt Bai was quite disdainful of this. Without dodging or avoiding it, she simply raised her hand and blocked the seemingly heavy stick. With a burst of demonic energy, the stick instantly crumbled.

While Aunt Bai, a powerful demon who had cultivated for an unknown period of time, could handle the situation with ease, other cultivators might not be able to do so.

The Japanese, possessed by demons, have developed considerable resistance to magic due to the advantage of ghostly energy. If a proper Taoist priest were present, a single palm strike of lightning would be enough to stop this decline. However, all the orthodox Taoist priests are at the Dharma assembly now. Those present are lucky if they are not even restrained by lightning magic, let alone use it.

Even if you can summon a bolt of lightning using spells like the Lightning Summoning Technique, it doesn't have the true exorcising properties of lightning magic. It's better to strengthen your physical body with magic power and then charge in headfirst.

"That's why I said not allowing the storage of corpses is a load of rubbish!" The paper-cutting craftsman controlled more than a dozen paper figures to put out fires everywhere, while muttering to himself. To ensure safety and to prevent criminals from smuggling contraband under the guise of corpse transport, Hong Kong City does not allow zombies to enter the city. Now that he has encountered this situation, if there were a bronze-armored corpse, he would be more ferocious than Aunt Bai!
"Stop talking nonsense. Save your energy to control the paper dolls. The demons on these Japanese people all have some soul-devouring properties. Relying solely on the spirits to control them will only make you vulnerable!"

The shaman interrupted the paper-cutter's rambling, but the paper-cutter ignored him. He figured that even if the flood did happen, he would still have time to leave. He thought that if he kept muttering, maybe the new leaders would take it into consideration during the post-disaster reconstruction.

Although they each had their own agendas, none of these unorthodox sects, heretics, foreigners, or foreign religions dared to slack off. Heaven has eyes, and the underworld knows; if they were to slack off, they would have been better off not coming at all in the first place.

The giant waves continued to roll in, like water dragons churning. The barrier maintained by the choirs of the entire city was already cracked like a tempered glass screen protector that had been squeezed, as if it would completely collapse with just one more wave.

"Damn it, so be it, backlash!"

Suddenly, the shaman, who was standing behind the simple altar and constantly buffing his teammates, suddenly cursed. Perhaps because the altar was too conspicuous, he was almost always the main target. Although he had some fellow practitioners he knew protecting him, his temper naturally flared up over time.

He ripped off his outer garment, revealing an exquisite red undergarment. He then grabbed a meticulously crafted cloth doll from the altar, and with a light touch of his toes, his lips parted, and a series of barely audible murmurs slowly took shape, transforming into a chant that seemed to connect heaven and earth— "With sincere devotion, I offer three sticks of incense, which transform into countless clouds. I respectfully invite the Third Prince Nezha, who at seven years old attained supernatural powers. Nezha commands, Nezha commands, Prince Nezha commands a million soldiers. A million soldiers rise in ranks, galloping to the altar. This disciple wholeheartedly invites Prince Nezha to the altar. Divine soldiers, swiftly as commanded by the law!"

As the incantation ended, the shaman flicked his wrist, producing a retractable spear. Such a hollow, decorative retractable spear would surely break upon first use in actual combat, but at this moment, wielded by a wisp of Nezha's power, it seemed like a true divine weapon. With a single flick, it tore the nearby Japanese demon soldier in two, the blood splattering everywhere, yet not a drop stuck to his body. With a flick of the spear tip, amidst the blossoming spear flowers, a ball of flame ignited on the red tassel.

He gathered his magic power into a wheel of fire and wind beneath his feet, and his whole body became like a red light, instantly slaying several people.

This fire-tipped spear seemed to pulsate with divine power; when struck, it burned even the demon within its body.

Although he had hired a powerful figure to fight for him, the shaman was well aware of the current situation and did not linger with the ninja soldiers. Instead, he charged straight towards the Dragon King Temple.

Inviting Nezha, the Third Prince, is not a problem in itself, but if it's done at a Dragon King Temple, and the goal is still to demolish the Dragon King Temple, then that's a big problem!
But at this point, there's no time to worry about these things. If things continue like this, once the Dragon King truly takes shape, the port might really become like Chen Tang Pass!
It must be said that Nezha was indeed extremely powerful when dealing with dragons. The barrier built by the people of Japan with their willpower was completely torn apart with just one blow. When the Japanese priest who was standing in the Dragon King Temple and had already set up the altar saw him enter the temple, his expression changed drastically. He immediately slammed his hand on the table and let out a dragon's roar.

The sound was indiscriminate, and even the shikigami and ghost soldiers fighting outside were thrown into a state of panic. However, the shaman possessed by Nezha was not afraid at all. His magic power turned into red silk, sealing off the area around the god. The spear in his hand burned even more fiercely, and he was like a meteor, smashing the god and the dragon king statue behind him together.

"puff!"

The Dragon King statue in the port city had been worshipped for many years. Although the attack shattered the outer shell, the backlash of the power of the vows would not disappear. The enormous Dragon King faith roared angrily and crashed directly into the shaman's body, but it also became entangled with the wisp of divine power of Nezha.

The shaman bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to unleash his magic. Nezha's divine power detached from his body and collided completely with the Dragon King's vow. He scrambled out of the Dragon King's temple, but was still thrown off balance by the backlash of the vow.

Fortunately, some fellow Daoists had been watching his movements. When they saw him fall, they immediately stepped forward and carried him away from the danger. Before they had gone far, the Dragon King Temple behind them collapsed with a crash.

"Phew, it's over!" The shaman wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although he had damaged his essence, with this merit of turning the tide, he might be able to make future attempts to summon gods much easier. It was hard to say whether it was a loss or a gain.

Just as the fellow Daoist supporting him was about to praise him, his expression turned extremely ugly. The Dragon King's faith, which had collided with the power of Nezha's vows, did not dissipate after being shattered. Instead, it converged towards the corpse of a Japanese man who had been killed at the beginning.

Click!

The shield maintained by the choir finally shattered. As the giant waves surged, they did not crash down, but instead coalesced into dragon-like or snake-like creatures, surging and coiling, finally mingling with the Dragon King's faith and burrowing into the corpse...

(End of this chapter)