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

"Ding-dong—"

With a forceful shake of his missing left hand, the sound of the copper bell pierced through the swirling sand.

A mournful roar came from underground, and 100,000 armored ghost soldiers burst out of the ground.

Without a battle cry, without fear, like a black torrent of steel, it crashed into the 100,000-strong demon army under the command of the Abyss Commander.

David lay on the bottom of the scorched sand pit, his hands digging desperately into the soil, his fingernails cracking and bleeding.

He stared at the tactics panel, his eyes bloodshot.

Go ahead and fight!

go to hell!

What makes the Chinese people able to withstand this on their own?

This is a demon god!

A demon god 300 meters tall!

David roared inwardly.

He couldn't wait to see these arrogant Chinese people trampled into mincemeat.

In the center of the battlefield, Guanshan moved.

The blood-patterned iron sword was drawn, and a blinding red light tore through the air.

He completely ignored the hordes of soldiers fighting amongst themselves, his figure moving like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the Abyss Commander.

"Sizzle!"

With a single slash, a ten-kilometer-long spatial rift, like a black lightning bolt, cleaved straight at the demon god's face.

The Abyss Commander lowered his head slightly, and the black spatial eye on his face shimmered with a deep, eerie light.

The spatial rift, which was originally enough to devour everything, was as if it were being tightly gripped and forcibly stitched together by a pair of invisible giant hands.

Not even a ripple was left in the air.

"Spatial attacks are ineffective against me."

The commander let out a deafening sneer, raised his massive, sky-covering hand, and swatted at Guanshan in mid-air as if he were swatting a flying insect.

Old Luo took a deep drag on his pipe and stomped his foot heavily.

"Open the Gate of Shock!"

The Bagua formation emitted a bright blue light.

The moment the commander's giant hand slammed into the formation area, the view was severely distorted.

The hand, large enough to flatten a hill, brushed past Guan Shan's right shoulder and missed.

"Boom!"

The ground collapsed, and yellow sand poured into the hundred-meter-deep pit, while gusts of air rose into the air.

The violent shockwave was about to tear Guan Shan apart when the yellow paper at Ji Yuan's fingertips instantly ignited.

A set of paper armor gleaming with purple-gold light appeared out of thin air and covered Guan Shan's body perfectly.

Golden light swirled, forcefully withstanding the devastating aftershocks.

Jiang Chen spat out the grass root in his mouth and suddenly exerted force with his strong arms.

"Get down here right now!"

The black waters of Guixu churned, and a rusty iron chain as thick as a water vat burst forth from the water, its iron hooks gripping the ankle of the Abyss Commander.

Jiang Chen's feet sank deep into the yellow sand, his muscles bulging, as he tried to drag the 300-meter-tall demon god into the black water.

The Abyss Commander lowered his head, and the white Eye of Time shone with a dazzling light.

The rule of reversing time spreads wildly along the iron chains.

The once indestructible Guixu Chains began to develop thick red rust at a visible speed, and then broke apart inch by inch like a withered tree that had been weathered for thousands of years.

Jiang Chen was forced back three steps by the recoil, his bamboo hat fell off, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

David trembled all over at the bottom of the pit, his teeth grinding together.

time!

It can even manipulate time!

This is not a battle, it is a one-sided massacre!

Chinese people, what will you use to win?

David closed his eyes, as if he could already see the Chinese position reduced to ashes.

Liu Bai pushed up his reading glasses, his pure white eyes fixed on the demon god's enormous body.

A tear of blood rolled down his cheek, his voice hoarse yet unusually steady: "Its weakness lies at the intersection of the third pair of inscriptions on its chest! But that location is protected by the Eye of Time; we must break through the white eye first!"

The Abyss Commander seemed to be completely enraged by the resistance of these insects.

"How dare an ant pry into the minds of the gods?"

The six giant eyes simultaneously shone with a world-destroying light.

Fire, ice, poison, lightning, space, time.

Six elemental beams intertwined to form a net of destruction, crashing down on the Bagua formation within a ten-kilometer radius.

The temperature soared to tens of thousands of degrees, and space shattered into pieces.

Ma Ling was the first to be hit; her left sleeve, which had been hanging loosely, was instantly charred by the flames. She groaned and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Ji Yuan's paper armor melted in large areas in the lightning. Her face turned pale, and her ten fingers were cut by the edges of the talisman paper. Guan Shan's blood-patterned iron sword was covered with thick, ancient ice, which made even his sword-wielding movements slow down. Old Luo's Bagua array pattern shattered under the pressure of the distorted space.

Chen Xiao stood in the center of the formation, pressing his hands firmly against the black wooden coffin.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail emitted a faint, eerie light, struggling to resist the erosion of the turbulent flow of time.

The high temperature burned large blisters on the back of his hands, causing the skin and flesh to peel back, but he remained as still as a mountain.

This marks the first time since the start of the National Fortune Game that the eight Chinese players have suffered substantial damage.

The global live stream exploded instantly, the jubilation in the Chinese live stream room was replaced by deathly silence, followed by a frenzy of barrage comments.

How could this happen! Eight generals are injured!

That's a demon god who wields all six elements! Humans simply can't contend with that!

Where is the Ancestor? Why hasn't the Ancestor woken up yet?!

Guan Shan's knife is frozen solid, and Sister Ma Ling is vomiting blood. I can't bear to watch!

[Chen Xiao's hands were burned raw, yet he still guarded the coffin to the death!]

[This boss is amazing! The system just wants to wipe out humanity!]

[Hold on, seniors! China cannot fall!]

[It's over. Even China is about to lose. Is the Earth really going to be destroyed?]

I don't believe it! The Eight Generals must still have some trump cards up their sleeves!

Master, please wake up! Your disciples can't hold on much longer!

[...]

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

Zhou Yaoguo stared intently at the holographic screen, his tiger-like eyes bloodshot.

His fingernails dug deep into his palms, and blood dripped onto the tactical sand table without him noticing.

"Sir, the spiritual energy barrier is showing signs of instability due to fluctuations in the nation's fortune!"

Staff Officer Li's voice trembled, and the tactical tablet he was holding shook.

"Shut up!"

Zhou Yaoguo's voice was hoarse, like that of a protective old lion, "They're not dead yet! China hasn't been defeated!"

On the battlefield, the destructive elemental storms continue to rage.

Liu Bai knelt on one knee, his pale eyes fixed on the six eyes of the Abyss Commander that were constantly shooting beams of light.

My brain was frantically calculating, and tears of blood from the corners of my eyes had already stained my clothes.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply.

"Senior Brother Guanshan!"

Liu Bai's voice pierced through the deafening roar, "With all six eyes firing simultaneously, the energy loop has a 0.3-second charging gap! In that instant, the white Eye of Time will lose all its protection!"

Guan Shan stood amidst the ruins where frost and flames intertwined.

He glanced down at the iron knife encased in solid ice, then suddenly exerted force in his wrist.

"Bang!"

The blade's energy vibrated, and the solid ice shattered into powder.

Guan Shan slowly raised his head. His scarred face showed no fear, only a chillingly pure killing intent.

"0.3 seconds."

Guan Shan gripped the knife with one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. "One cut is too much. Half a cut will suffice."

Chen Xiao overheard their conversation.

He glanced at his bloodied and mangled hand and grinned.

That's the smile a coffin maker wears when he's crafted the perfect coffin board.

"Senior brother, I'll buy you this half a second."