National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

David lay in the scorched sand pit, his body covered in fragments of his companion's blood and flesh.

He stared intently at the China Live broadcast split screen on the tactics panel, his chest heaving violently.

On what grounds?

He, a dignified S-class superhuman with the heaven-defying skill "Phoenix Rebirth," was forced to reveal his trump card by a few insects and scrambled to his feet.

What about China?

Only a blind man and a sickly man stepped forward!

David gritted his teeth, letting out heavy breathing.

Space travel combined with energy rebound creates an unsolvable deadlock.

What can a blind old man do with a broken copper plate?

Get ready to be shredded into pieces by the spatial rift!

In the scene, Old Man Luo tossed the bronze compass in his hand and then tossed it into the air.

The compass spun in mid-air, its size increasing with the wind.

A bronze giant wheel, hundreds of meters wide, stretched across the sky above the Chinese battlefield, blotting out the sun.

The eight trigrams on the disc lit up with a dazzling golden light, illuminating the dark wasteland.

"City formation, fall."

Old Luo uttered three words.

The space within a five-kilometer radius suddenly sank.

The air crackled under the strain.

The black spatial rifts that were tearing apart everywhere were forcibly closed by a brute force.

The rift worm that was performing a space jump in mid-air was in big trouble.

The moment the space closed, their bodies were trapped between two dimensions.

A series of crisp sounds filled the air as the shells cracked.

Hundreds and thousands of fissure worms were cut in two, with the front half falling onto the sand and the back half remaining forever in another dimension.

Green bodily fluids mixed with bits of flesh splattered down on him.

The swarm of 100,000 insects completely lost its once-proud ability to move around.

The space was welded shut, and they could only crawl around on their six legs in the sand, making anxious hissing noises, creating a chaotic mess.

David's breathing stopped, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Was the space welded shut by physical means?

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

Science can't explain it, and Western supernatural ability systems can't do it either!

In front of the Chinese position, Liu Bai coughed twice, and an unnatural blush rose on his pale face.

His pure white eyes scanned the dense swarm of insects.

The "shortage" rule is activated.

The internal structure of 100,000 fissure worms was completely exposed.

Those prism armor shells that could deflect even high temperatures of several thousand degrees and armor-piercing bullets were, in Liu Bai's eyes, full of flaws of all sizes.

At the intersection of the growth lines on the carapace, there are gaps as thin as a hair that lead directly to the core of the insect's body.

Liu Bai slapped open the dark red wooden box with the character "仵" carved on it with one hand.

There were no scalpels inside, only rows of silver needles of varying lengths.

He waved his hands over the wooden box.

One hundred and eight silver needles floated up.

A bluish-green spiritual energy flowed into the needle, and the tip emitted a slight hum.

"go."

One hundred and eight silver needles were drawn into straight silver lines and plunged into the swarm of insects.

There was no metallic clanging sound.

The silver needle precisely pierced into the insect's body through the gap, which was as thick as a hair.

The spiritual energy exploded within the insect's body.

The carapaces of 108 fissure worms shattered from the inside, sending bits of flesh flying everywhere, killing them instantly.

Liu Bai stood still, continuously drawing silver needles from the wooden box with both hands.

Remove the needle, infuse, and eject.

The movements were so fluid and seamless, like flowing water.

Large numbers of fissure worms fell in droves, without even a chance to fight back.

The global public channel was in complete chaos.

[Holy crap! Old Luo locked the space?! What kind of divine power is this?!]

[Isn't this much more practical than those fancy Western superpowers? It directly suppresses magic!]

[Is Liu Bai giving acupuncture? One needle for each child!]

[They can even break through a shell that reflects energy; the coroner profession is too powerful!]

Where are the Western experts? Come out and explain whether this conforms to your scientific laws.

My God! Just how much power have the Chinese people been hiding?

While David from the Bald Eagle is still stuck in the sand, China has already begun clearing the area.

[Please, China, open your doors! Our country is extinct; I don't want to be eaten by insects!]

Too late! Where were you all this time? China doesn't accept trash!

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Old Luo smiled as he listened to the sounds of insects exploding one after another.

He raised his right foot and stomped it heavily on the ground.

"rise!"

The foundation stones of the Chinese city wall emitted a deafening roar.

Eight thick streams of earth vein energy gushed forth from underground.

The spiritual energy tangled and converged in mid-air, transforming into eight golden dragons, each a hundred meters long.

The golden dragon let out a deafening roar and plunged headlong into the dense swarm of insects.

The massive body rolled and writhed on the sand.

The prism shell shattered inch by inch under the crushing force.

With each impact, hundreds of fissure worms were crushed into a pile of mud.

Liu Bai didn't even glance at the henchmen on the ground.

His pale eyes locked onto the hundred enormous Zerg queens in mid-air.

The queens are frantically writhing their abdomens, trying to hatch more larvae to make up for the casualties.

"Seventh segment: plastron sutures."

Liu Bai muttered to himself.

He clasped his hands together, and the ten longest silver needles floated in front of his chest.

The cyan spiritual energy was compressed wildly, and the surface of the silver needle emitted a dazzling white light.

Liu Bai pushed forward with both hands.

Ten beams of white light pierced through the air and headed straight for the ten-headed empress.

The queen's enormous body had no time to dodge.

The silver needle pierced precisely into the gap in the plastron, reaching the core of the oviposition cavity.

A piercing, shrill scream echoed across the wasteland.

The ten-headed queen's abdomen suddenly swelled up and then exploded.

Green, highly concentrated acid mixed with thousands of unhatched insect eggs rained down from the sky.

The insect eggs fell on the sand and were completely corroded by the acid.

Liu Bai didn't stop and drew out the silver needles again.

One wave after another.

The hundred Zerg queens didn't even have a chance to retaliate; they were all precisely targeted and exploded in mid-air.

David was trembling as he watched the screen.

His prized flames were a death sentence for these insects, yet the Chinese turned this disaster into a one-sided massacre.

One defends, one attacks.

Eight golden dragons were responsible for clearing large areas, while silver needles were responsible for precisely sniping the commander.

In less than twenty minutes, the swarm of 100,000 insects and 100 queens were completely wiped out.

The area in front of the Huaxia position was covered with a thick layer of green slime and broken carapaces, and not a single living creature could be found.

The live stream chat reached another fever pitch.

[Old Luo seals the heavens, Liu Bai breaks the acupoints! Their teamwork is flawless!]

[A coroner's eyes combined with a feng shui master's array—who could withstand that!]

[Eight golden dragons washing the ground—I could brag about this scene for the rest of my life!]

This is the essence of Chinese culture! A one-stop service for all your funeral needs, guaranteed to satisfy any dissent!

David is still trembling; the contrast is too stark.

Where are those foreigners who were just shouting that insects are invincible? Come out and take your beating!

How could you barbarians possibly understand the things left behind by our Chinese ancestors?

[The eighth brother is still sitting there, and the ancestor hasn't woken up yet; this is just standard procedure.]

All I want to do now is see how the next wave of monsters dies.

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