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

David lay in the scorched sand pit, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with mud and sand.

He dug his hands into the scorched earth, his fingernails curling up, blood seeping into the sand through his fingers.

The tactical panel broadcast was right in front of him.

David stared at Guan Shan drawing his sword on the screen, his facial muscles contorted with jealousy and fear.

crazy.

These Chinese people are absolutely insane.

That's a 300-meter-tall SS-level commander!

Even he, an S-class ability user with spatial evasion, was almost reduced to ashes by a casual blow from the monster.

These eight ordinary people, who don't even have any superpowers, actually want to fight head-on?

To send someone to their death.

That's absolutely suicide!

David gritted his teeth, his chest heaving violently.

He couldn't wait to see those eight people trampled into mincemeat by the demon god, and to see that broken coffin crushed into wood chips.

As long as China is also destroyed, David will not be the only loser, and the United States will not have to bear the humiliation of national annihilation alone.

In front of the Chinese front.

A strong wind whipped up a sky full of yellow sand.

Old Luo held a bronze compass that was a hundred meters wide in one hand, while his other hand quickly formed hand seals.

"Back to your positions!"

Old Luo roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight people dispersed without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Guan Shan, carrying the blood-patterned iron sword, strode towards the northwest.

The blade dragged on the sand, leaving a long trail of sparks, as he stood firmly in the Qian position.

Ma Ling swayed her missing left hand and headed southwest.

The copper bell rang, and the roars of countless dead souls echoed from underground as she firmly planted her foot on the Kun position.

With a stack of purplish-yellow papers between her fingertips, Ji Yuan landed gracefully in the south, in the Li position.

Jiang Chen, pulling on the rusty hemp rope, strode towards due north.

The yellow sand beneath his feet instantly collapsed, turning into a bottomless pool of black water, and the embankment was completed.

Su Qingyi's fingers flew, black lines cutting through the air in mid-air, and she stood in the southeast Xun position.

Liu Bai pushed up his reading glasses, picked up the dark red wooden box, and headed towards the due west direction.

Old Luo stomped his foot, crushing the northeast Gen position.

Chen Xiao, carrying a small iron hammer, walked steadily towards the east.

He stood firmly in his position, and the Soul-Suppressing Nail in his hand emitted a chilling dark light.

In the very center was a black wooden coffin covered in rust, which held steady at the core of the Tai Chi formation.

"Charge!"

Old Luo suddenly clasped his hands together.

Different colored lights erupted simultaneously from beneath the feet of the eight people.

Eight forces spread and intertwined wildly along the earth's veins, outlining a huge Bagua (Eight Trigrams) array pattern covering an area of ​​ten kilometers on the yellow sand.

A beam of cyan light shot straight into the sky, directly dispelling the oppressive red light above.

[Holy crap! The Eight Trigrams Formation! China's ultimate trump card has been revealed!]

[That stance, that aura—I want to kneel down and kowtow even through the screen!]

[This was the first time I'd ever seen the Eight Generals of the Underworld go all out! It was absolutely thrilling!]

With the ancestor sitting in the center and eight disciples guarding the eight directions, this is the true national protective formation!

[Foreign trolls, open your eyes and see clearly what true depth and substance are!]

[Can this formation stop an SS-level monster? My heart is about to stop!]

[China will prevail! The eight generals are invincible!]

This battle will definitely be recorded in human history!

David stared wide-eyed at the bottom of the pit, his breath catching in his throat.

His prized spatial abilities seemed utterly laughable in the face of this massive array.

He stared intently at the screen, trying to find a flaw in the formation.

But he discovered in despair that this was not a one-man show by eight people.

The moment the Yin Gate Eight Trigrams Formation was completed, the power of the eight people was connected through the formation patterns, forming a flawless and perfect combat system.

Guan Shan's "Boundary-Slaying" power transformed into the outermost blade of the formation, cutting through the surrounding spatial barriers.

Ma Ling's "Soul Control" awakened the spirits of the dead underground, filling the gaps in the formation's troop strength.

Ji Yuan's "Undying" paper armor covered the undead, becoming an indestructible armor.

Jiang Chen's "Return to the Void" black water surged beneath the formation, ready to devour any living thing that approached.

Su Qingyi's "spirit puppet" wandered through the gaps in the formation, transforming into the most deadly spearhead.

Liu Bai's pure white eyes scanned the entire area, sharing the monster's weaknesses with everyone in real time.

Old Luo's "city formation" reinforced the bronze city wall, bringing the defense to its peak.

Meanwhile, Chen Xiao, who hadn't made much of a move, was wielding the Soul-Suppressing Nail, which exuded an absolute sealing power at the level of rules, controlling the entire situation.

perfect.

David's fingernails dug into his flesh, drawing blood.

He was unwilling to admit it, but the facts were undeniable.

The combined power of these eight individuals has completely surpassed the realm of humanity.

Is this the formation that has been passed down in China for thousands of years?

Is this the scheme that the person lying in the coffin set up twenty years ago?

David trembled all over; it was a tremor that came from the depths of his soul.

The commander of the abyss, standing three hundred meters tall, stopped in his tracks.

Its six enormous eyes contracted simultaneously, their gaze fixed on the Bagua diagram at its feet, which emitted a blinding light.

Threat.

This is the first time it has felt threatened since it entered the national destiny space.

It originally thought that the creatures on this planet were nothing more than insects that could be crushed at will.

But now, these eight insects working together have actually made it feel a little wary.

"interesting……"

The Abyss Commander opened his enormous mouth, which was filled with serrated fangs, and let out a deafening laugh.

The sound waves shattered the surrounding rocks, turning them into powder that fell in a flurry.

"It has been a long time since I have encountered an opponent who can make me take this seriously."

The dark purple runes on its body suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

A purple halo emanated from it, instantly covering the 100,000 monsters that followed behind it.

Commander's Aura, fully activated.

One hundred thousand monsters roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens and the earth.

Their size increased again, their scales became thicker, and their pupils gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light.

Speed, strength, and defense all tripled at that moment.

The entire wasteland sank by half a meter under the pressure of this violent aura.

Black mist billowed, and a foul stench filled the air.

Guan Shan held the knife in one hand, the tip pointing directly at the commander of the abyss.

The scar on his face was slightly congested with blood from the exertion, and although his voice was not loud, it clearly reached the ears of every fellow disciple.

"Senior brothers and sisters."

Guan Shan flicked his wrist, and the blade cleaved through the air in front of him, producing a piercing sonic boom.

"In this battle, I will give it my all for my master."

Ma Ling shook his copper bell: "Just kill them."

Ji Yuan held the talisman between her fingers and chuckled softly, "The paper armor warriors have been waiting for this for a long time."

Jiang Chen tightened the rope: "I'm going to drag this big guy into the black water and give him a bath."

Su Qingyi tightened her fingers around the black thread: "My needlework just happens to be missing a large piece of material."

Liu Bai pushed up his reading glasses: "I've found its Achilles' heel."

Old Luo tapped his pipe: "The formation is complete. Whoever comes will die."

Chen Xiao, carrying a small iron hammer, grinned and said, "Brothers, go for it! I'll cover for you."

All eight nodded in unison, unleashing their peak power simultaneously.

Eight forces surged into the sky, converging in mid-air to form an invisible giant sword, pointing directly at the Abyss Commander's brow.

Just then, the black wooden coffin in the center of the formation suddenly began to shake violently.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The powerful, resounding heartbeat pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, drowning out the roars of ten thousand monsters.

An ancient and vast aura emanated from the cracks in the coffin, flowing along the array patterns toward the eight people.

Chen Xiao felt a warm current flow into his limbs and bones, and the Soul-Suppressing Nail in his hand emitted an excited buzzing sound.

The master is responding to them.

The Abyss Commander sensed that ancient aura, and all six of its eyes simultaneously blazed with ferocity.

It raised its enormous foot, with earth-shattering power, and stomped hard on the edge of the Bagua formation.

The army of 100,000 monsters surged forward like a black tide, launching a full-scale attack in accordance with its movements.

Guan Shan gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, leaped high into the air, and slashed down at the enormous, sky-covering foot.

The great war has completely broken out!