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

The bronze compass dimmed its light and fell from a height of 100 meters, shrinking back into Old Man Luo's palm.

In the center of the depression, dark red blood filled the grooves of the Bagua pattern, and the bones of 30,000 Abyss Destroyers piled up into a bloody mountain more than ten meters high.

No monster broke through the boundaries of the formation.

Old Luo dusted off his blue Taoist robe, stuffed the compass back into his pocket, and slowly walked back to the gate of Huaxia City.

Guan Shan wiped the blood-stained iron knife with a rag.

An old beggar squatted at the foot of the city wall, picking his ears.

Su Qingyi gathered the dark gold silver needles.

At the front of the Chinese position, apart from piles and piles of monster remains, not even a single brick was broken.

At this moment, the barrage of comments in the Huaxia exclusive live stream completely overwhelmed the server's rate limiting program.

The emotions of over a billion people, suppressed for seven waves, have now erupted in their most intense form.

[Everyone stand! Respectfully welcome back the Immortal Luo!]

[Thirty thousand heavily armored fire-type monsters were crushed to death by his feng shui formation without him even having to make a move!]

Brothers, I just got chills. Think back carefully to those seven waves of monsters attacking the city!

[Blind student, you've hit the nail on the head! Seven waves of attacks, and we deployed seven people!]

[And they were all instant kills! None of them involved a prolonged battle!]

They can even cooperate!

[The ancestor in the coffin hasn't even made a move yet, and I'm suddenly looking forward to the monsters to come.]

【.............】

Netizens' recaps quickly filled the screen.

As everyone looked at the seven figures standing in the yellow sand, an unparalleled sense of national pride rose in their hearts.

The first wave.

Armored, bloodthirsty wolves are attacking.

The executioner, Guan Shan, drew his rusty iron knife.

With a single swing of the blade, the air is cut off.

Ten thousand armored wolves were decapitated.

Wherever the blade points, everything is slain.

......

The second wave.

The corrupt bone dragon is pressing in.

The corpse-driver's horse bells, jingling broken copper bells.

Ten thousand headless wolf corpses rose into the sky, soaring straight into the clouds.

The bone dragon crashed to the ground, torn apart and dismantled.

......

The third wave.

Wild Wolf Charge.

Ji Yuan, the paper craftsman, scatters yellow paper.

With a mobilization of troops, a million heavily armored paper figures suddenly appeared, overwhelming the wolf pack with sheer numbers.

......

The fourth wave.

The armored crocodile swept in.

The body retriever sank into the river, his hands trembling as he used ropes and iron chains.

Smash the yellow sand, summon the fishy smell of the river, turn the arid land into a black abyss, and drown thousands of crocodiles.

......

The fifth wave.

The berserk giant ape attacks the city.

Su Qingyi, the mortician, threaded a black thread through her needle.

They forcibly stitched together 20,000 mangled corpses.

The painless and senseless mutated corpse puppet unilaterally slaughtered the A-level giant ape.

......

The sixth wave.

A wave of Bone-Eating Monsters erupted.

The coroner, Liu Bai, opened his pale eyes.

It can see through the armor's fatal weakness at a glance and strike the central nervous system precisely.

The 30,000-strong beast tide was completely annihilated without any casualties.

......

The seventh wave.

The Abyss Destroyer suddenly appears.

Feng Shui Master Luo, with his compass, determines the fate of heaven and earth.

Transcending dimensions to reshape the terrain, reversing spatial gravity, and creating a crater-filled sea of ​​fire.

One person per group.

A profession, a way of killing.

From start to finish, it was all about instant kills!

Seven people, seven hellish professions, seven methods of slaughter.

Others rely on genetic mutations; we rely on the comprehensive funeral services passed down from our ancestors.

While those Western superhumans are still boxing against monsters, we're giving them a funeral!

This is the essence of our Chinese civilization! This is the divine team left to us by our ancestors!

【………】

The entire internet is buzzing.

This is not only a crushing defeat by force, but also an overwhelming confidence brought about by cultural heritage.

When viewers on foreign websites switched to the Chinese live stream and saw these summary texts, they all fell into a deathly silence.

The technological behemoths they boast about, the divine punishment they take pride in, and the American heroes they rave about are utterly laughable in the face of these ancient, intangible cultural heritage artisans.

Arrogance was shattered; all that remained was awe.

After a brief period of uniformity, the comments suddenly took a turn.

Wait! Brothers, stop praising these seven veterans! We still have people who haven't made their move!

[Yeah! That guy carrying the coffin! He hasn't let up a single time!]

[Chen Xiao! He's the coffin maker! The first seven waves are over, isn't it his turn to go up and put the monsters in coffins for the eighth wave?]

[Right, there's still one person who hasn't made a move! What's his attack method?!]

[Did you guys overlook something? Including the ancestor who's still asleep in the coffin, that's nine people!]

[Let me add one more thing: the coffin itself is an independent unit! Our ancestors could even upgrade their weapons; if this coffin were to be thrown out, how many monsters could it crush?]

[Our ancestors could cast map-wide buffs while lying down; if they actually stood up, the national fortune system would probably explode on the spot.]

[The Chinese Underworld Team, a full nine-member squad, forever divine!]

【……】

Watching the chatter and banter among the people in the Chinese live stream, people from other countries were incredibly envious.

Look at the Chinese players, they're all playing with ease.

Their players.

Busy and hectic, and it was especially miserable.

Each wave of attacks only prayed that their own city gates wouldn't be breached.

As for surviving the monster's arrival...

Besides the two major rogue states, what other country on this planet can survive?