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

David lay prone at the bottom of the scorched sand pit.

He was covered in pieces of his companion's blood and flesh, his chest heaving violently.

His gaze was fixed on the tactics panel in front of him.

On the screen, the Chinese front is suffering a devastating blow.

The Abyss Commander's massive body, three hundred meters tall, stood on the wasteland.

Six enormous eyes simultaneously emitted beams of energy of different colors.

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

The six forces of the rules intertwined to form a vast net, indiscriminately covering the Bagua formation within a ten-kilometer radius.

David saw the bell's left arm.

The empty sleeve was ignited by flames that appeared out of nowhere, instantly turning it into charcoal.

Ma Ling did not retreat an inch. She used her remaining right arm to tightly grip the copper bell, and a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

David saw Ji Yuan.

As lightning crashed down, the tens of thousands of paper warriors she had summoned melted away in swathes, turning into ashes.

Her face was deathly pale, and her ten fingers were cut by the edges of the talisman paper, with blood dripping onto the yellow sand.

David also saw Guanshan.

The man who had cleaved through space with a single strike now had his blood-patterned iron sword firmly sealed by thick, solid ice, making even the movement of raising his arm slow and stiff.

David grinned, his chapped lips parted, and smiled silently.

Die.

Chinese people are made of flesh and blood too.

Before this all-powerful demon god of six elements, what are mortals?

As long as China is destroyed, the United States will not have to bear the humiliation of national annihilation alone.

The fairest ending is for everyone to die together.

On the global screen, the barrage of comments exploded.

In the Huaxia live broadcast room, the long-lasting jubilation and confidence were replaced for the first time by intense anxiety and fear.

[It's over! Eight generals are injured!]

This boss is impossible to defeat! Six eyes unleash six different ultimate attacks, wiping out the entire screen in an instant!

[Guan Shan's sword is too heavy to wield, and his paper armor has disintegrated. What can he use to fight now?]

Why isn't our ancestor awake yet! Wake up!

Are humans really going to go extinct? I refuse to accept it!

Chen Xiao's hands were raw and bleeding, but he was still stubbornly holding on!

This demon can even control time; this is a dimensional attack!

China cannot lose! Hold on, our predecessors!

[My God, even China can't stop us, we're completely hopeless.]

I can't bear to watch anymore, someone please save them!

【……】

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The hall was deathly silent.

Only the ticking of the instruments and the buzzing of alarms echoed.

Zhou Yaoguo braced his hands on the edge of the tactical sand table.

He pressed two clear fingerprints into the edge of the alloy material.

His fingernails dug into his palm, and blood dripped onto the sand table along the lines of his fingers, but he didn't even blink.

Staff Officer Li stood to the side, holding a tactical tablet, his voice trembling: "Sir, the spiritual energy barrier is affected by fluctuations in the national fortune, and the energy reading is decreasing."

"Shut up."

Zhou Yaoguo's voice was hoarse as he stared intently at the eight figures on the holographic screen. "They haven't fallen yet. China has not been defeated."

In the center of the battlefield.

The destructive elemental storm is still raging.

High temperatures melt the yellow sand into glass, while cold air freezes the glass into dust.

Liu Bai knelt on one knee on the ground.

Half of the lens on his reading glasses was broken.

His pure white eyes were fixed on the Abyss Commander in mid-air.

Two lines of thick, bloody tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the dark red wooden box.

He didn't raise his hand to wipe it.

My brain is working like crazy.

He pushed the coroner's "incompleteness" rule to its limit.

On his retina, the Abyss Commander's massive body disappeared.

Instead, there are crisscrossing energy loops.

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

Six colors of energy surged within the monster's body, converging at the intersection of the inscriptions on its chest, before being emitted from its six eyes.

Every living thing and every formation has its weaknesses.

Liu Bai stared at those energy loops.

Charge, launch, cycle.

found it.

When all six eyes fire simultaneously, a very short gap will appear the instant the energy circuit is recharged.

That fault line lasted only 0.3 seconds.

Within those 0.3 seconds, the white Eye of Time will lose all its rule protection.

"Senior Brother Guanshan!"

Liu Bai abruptly raised his head, his hoarse voice piercing through the deafening roar, "The Byakugan's charging interval is 0.3 seconds! I'll show you the way, is one strike enough?"

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

He glanced down at the blood-patterned iron knife in his hand.

The blade was encased in a layer of ice half a meter thick, radiating a chilling aura.

He suddenly exerted force on his wrist.

The aura trembled.

"Bang!"

The solid ice shattered, and shards of ice struck Guan Shan's face, leaving several bloody marks.

Guan Shan slowly raised his head.

There was no emotion on that scarred face, only pure killing intent.

He gripped the knife handle with one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

"One cut is too much."

Guan Shan's voice was calm, "Half a cut is enough."

Chen Xiao stood in the center of the formation.

He overheard their conversation.

He glanced down at his right hand.

The back of my hand has been eroded by the turbulent flow of time and high temperatures, the skin and flesh have peeled back, and the white bones are now visible.

Yellow pus and blood mixed together, flowing down his wrist and into his sleeve.

Chen Xiao did not frown.

Coffin makers deal mostly with human bones, so this little bit of pain is nothing to them.

He pressed his left hand firmly against the lid of the black wooden coffin, and with his right hand he took out a soul-suppressing nail from the cloth bag at his waist.

This nail was longer than the ones that had previously pinned the giant beast down, its surface covered in dark red rust, emitting a chilling, eerie light.

My master taught me that everything has its rules.

If someone doesn't follow the rules, then set some rules for them.

Chen Xiao took a deep breath and activated the "Permanent Seal" rule.

His arm muscles bulged as he exerted force.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail flew out of his hand, turning into a black afterimage as it headed straight for the Abyss Commander's feet.

The Abyss Commander looked down at the eight ants below.

It saw the ordinary man with the hammer throw out a piece of scrap metal.

It opened its enormous, serrated mouth and let out a deafening, mocking sound.

The laws of time flow around it, and any physical attack will decay to ashes before it even gets close.

But the next moment, its laughter sound got stuck in its throat.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail did not attack its body, but instead pierced precisely into the yellow sand beneath its feet.

"Buzz—"

A dark ripple spread out from the Soul-Suppressing Nail, instantly covering an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

The Abyss Commander suddenly discovered that the space beneath his feet had turned into a stagnant pool of water.

Time has stopped flowing.

The spaces no longer overlap.

Its proud features of time reversal and spatial distortion were forcibly erased within this ten-meter range.

Absolutely sealed.

Although it was only 0.5 seconds, it was enough.

"The Gate of Shock, Chaos!"

Old Luo spat out the pipe from his mouth and stomped his right foot heavily on the northeast corner.

The Bagua formation shone with a brilliant blue light.

The Abyss Commander's six eyes simultaneously appeared as double images.

Its visual judgment is severely biased.

It saw Guan Shan appear on the left, then on the right, the shadow of that blood-patterned iron sword everywhere.

"go!"

Su Qingyi frantically pulled at the black lines with her ten fingers.

Thirty special-type corpse puppets emerged from the ground.

Instead of attacking the demon god's indestructible scales, they used the illusion created by Old Man Luo as cover to precisely pounce on the commander's other five eyes.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The corpse puppet self-destructed the instant it got close to the eyes.

Black flesh and highly corrosive venom clouded the vision of the five eyes.

The Abyss Commander was briefly in a blind spot.

It roared and frantically mobilized the energy within its body, attempting to forcefully break through the seal and cleanse its eyeballs.

Charging begins.

The 0.3-second charging interval has arrived.

David watched this scene from the bottom of the pit.

He doesn't understand.

Why are these people not afraid of death?

How could that ordinary person with the nails possibly stop the demon's movements?

He didn't understand, but he felt a chill from the inside out.

These Chinese people are all lunatics.

They actually treated the 300-meter-tall demon as a corpse on an autopsy table, precisely cutting, dividing, and controlling it.

The yellow sand burst open.

Guanshan moved.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt and soared into the sky.

The blood-patterned iron blade drew a blinding red line in mid-air.

The power of cleaving the boundary surged wildly into the blade, shattering the space around the blade and revealing a deep void.

Guan Shan's eyes were fixed on the unprotected white Eye of Time.

Half a knife.

enough.