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

In the realm of national destiny, the eighth wave of monsters has descended upon the city.

The black mist deep in the wasteland was forcibly torn apart.

The 150-meter-tall Abyss Tyrant stepped out of the mist.

The black, heavy metal scales covering the entire surface rubbed against each other, producing a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

The ten-meter-long bone blade dragged backwards on the yellow sand, carving out two bottomless furrows.

It took only one step forward, and the earth cracked open with a fissure several meters wide, whipping up a sandstorm that obscured the red light from the dome.

A sense of oppression that strikes straight to the soul crashes onto 1.4 billion viewers worldwide through the giant screen.

The major Western positions have been completely defeated, and the desperate cries still echo.

At this moment, netizens from outside the internet who flooded into the exclusive live broadcast room in China saw this mountain-like monster and immediately turned their fear into vicious curses.

[God, is that Asian kid crazy? He's less than two meters tall!]

[A 150-meter-deep abyss tyrant, and this is just an ant blocking the truck's path!]

What is he holding in his hand? A rusty iron nail?

[China's good luck is over; he will definitely be trampled into mincemeat!]

Even our most advanced Western lightning abilities suffered a crushing defeat; ordinary people going up against them would just be throwing their lives away!

I bet he won't last a second. Everyone, prepare for the end of the world!

【..........】

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, as Western netizens attempted to find some psychological balance on Chinese soil.

Chinese netizens watched the young man in coarse linen clothes stumble upon his back and began their relentless counterattack, their keyboards flying with sparks.

Open your eyes wide and look carefully! This is the last disciple left behind by our ancestor!

[Which of the previous seven big shots wasn't easily defeated? The youngest one will definitely hold the line!]

[Is there something wrong with the coffin maker using nails? Let's just make a custom coffin for this monster!]

[Chen Xiao's steps are really steady; he doesn't seem to care about that big, clumsy bear at all!]

[Look closely at the iron nail in his hand; it's engraved with dark red runes!]

[Traditional Chinese craftsmanship, a cure for all Western skepticism!]

[This is the grand finale! This is seriously impressive! Everyone shut up and watch the show!]

[Let's just bury this behemoth! China is invincible!]

【..........】

Chen Xiao stopped in his tracks.

Less than fifty meters from the Abyss Tyrant.

He appeared extremely small in front of the 150-meter-tall behemoth.

Those clear, innocent eyes showed no fear; they simply stared quietly at the monster's knees.

Across the ocean, at the Pentagon.

General Smith placed his hands on the edge of the solid wood conference table.

He stared intently at the young man in his early twenties on the screen.

There was no energy fluctuation or muscle swelling in this person.

He was just an ordinary mortal holding a block of iron.

The monster, 150 meters tall and weighing tens of thousands of tons, has a physical mass that can crush any human defense.

Easterners are too arrogant.

Smith smirked, waiting to see the young man turn into a bloody mist with a single slap.

The Abyss Tyrant let out a deafening roar.

It locked onto Chen Xiao in front of it, and its thick legs suddenly exerted force.

Its massive body leaped into the air, casting a shadow that blotted out the entire Huaxia city gate.

The ten-meter-long bone blade was raised high, accompanied by a sonic boom that tore through the air, before slashing down.

Chen Xiao raised his right hand.

Seven dark coffin nails lay in his palm.

He didn't back down, but flicked his wrist.

There was no burst of blinding light, no earth-shattering roar.

Seven black afterimages shot out, tearing through the sand and dust.

The gust of wind whipped up by the bone blade smoothed out the wrinkles on Chen Xiao's hemp clothing.

The coffin nails arrived first, even though they came later.

"Pfft."

A series of dull thuds, like metal piercing flesh, rang out.

Seven coffin nails were precisely driven into the massive body of the Abyss Tyrant.

Forehead, shoulders, knees, and feet.

Seven vital points were simultaneously pierced.

The ten-meter-long bone blade that had been slashed down was only three meters away from Chen Xiao's head.

The gale stopped instantly, and the yellow sand in the sky lost its gravity in mid-air.

The 150-meter-tall abyss tyrant suddenly stiffened.

Its massive left foot had just lifted, its arms were halfway down, and its enormous body leaned forward at a 30-degree angle.

The monster remained frozen in this extremely unbalanced posture, suspended in mid-air.

The enormous inertia of the dive was directly eliminated, with no reaction force spreading to the ground.

Chen Xiao withdrew his hand and patted the rust off his palm.

The Abyss Tyrant twisted its body frantically, trying to break free of its restraints.

The black, heavy metal scales rubbed together violently, sparking a shower of sparks.

Dark red blood flowed down the wound.

But it couldn't move an inch.

The coffin nails emitted a visible black aura that locked every inch of its joints and bones.

The more it struggled, the deeper the seven long nails pierced its flesh.

The sound of bones being forcibly broken came from inside the monster.

The abyss tyrant opened its massive maw, attempting to unleash a furious roar.

Its vocal cords vibrated violently, and the blood vessels in its throat bulged, yet not a single sound could be heard.

The entire space fell into dead silence.

This is not a simple killing.

This is dimensional suppression, an absolute blockade at the level of physics and laws.

Forcibly depriving them of their ability to act and their right to speak.

For a tyrannical monster with the power to destroy cities, becoming a living sculpture with a conscious mind is far more terrifying than having its head chopped off.

Guan Shan pressed one hand against the blood-patterned iron sword, looking at the giant beast that was suspended in mid-air in front of him.

"Master has become increasingly proficient in passing on the Soul-Suppressing Nails to Lao Ba."

Blind Luo stuffed the bronze compass into his robes and nodded in agreement.

"Suppressing living creatures is much harder than suppressing corpses. Old Ba's skills are what make this business so successful."

Inside the Pentagon, the conference room was deathly silent.

Smith's sneer froze completely.

Large beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead and into his collar, soaking his epaulets.

That was the ultimate overlord who destroyed the defenses of more than a dozen countries.

It only used seven broken iron nails, each less than the length of a palm.

Just leave it hanging in mid-air, unable to move?

This is not a battle, this is a massacre!

Smith felt a dry, bitter taste in his throat.

He slumped into his chair, overwhelmed by an uncontrollable fear and despair towards the land of China.

They originally intended to use technology and mutation drugs to fight against China, but now it seems that this was a complete joke.

Chen Xiao looked up at the Abyss Tyrant, which was constantly bleeding.

He pulled out the last spare nail from the inner pocket of his coarse linen coat.

This nail was longer and thicker than the previous seven, and its surface was covered with mottled dark red rust.

"Master said there are rules to follow when sealing the coffin."

Chen Xiao said calmly, "The first nails are driven in at the top and bottom, and the last one is driven in at the heart."

He tilted his head back, his gaze fixed on the center of the monster's chest cavity.

That's where the Abyss Tyrant's heart beats.

The loud heartbeat was still making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

Chen Xiao threw his arm upwards with force.

The spare spikes flew through the air.

He bent his knees slightly and stomped his feet on the ground.

A large crater was blasted open in the sand.

Chen Xiao leaped a hundred meters into the air, arriving directly in front of the Abyss Tyrant's heart.

He caught the falling coffin nail with his right hand and aimed the tip at the thickest gap in the breastplate.

Without any hesitation, he clenched his right fist and slapped the nail tail hard.

"seal up."

The long spikes pierced through the black heavy metal scales with ease, embedding themselves entirely in the enormous heart.

The sound of his heartbeat abruptly stopped.

The ferocious light in the Abyss Tyrant's eyes quickly dissipated, turning into a deathly gray.

The enormous body, 150 meters tall, has lost all life.

It transformed into a huge, stiff, standing corpse, firmly rooted to the spot.

Black blood dripped down the metal scales and into the sand.

Chen Xiao landed on the ground, stepping onto the yellow sand.

He turned around and walked back with steady steps.

The 150-meter-high mountain of monstrous corpses behind them remained motionless, becoming the most conspicuous tombstone in this wasteland.

The position in front of Huaxia City Gate was intact.

The campfire, burning from dead wood, crackled and popped.

Chen Xiao walked back to the black wooden coffin and stood next to Guan Shan.

Guan Shan stood ramrod straight, carrying the blood-patterned iron sword.

The horse bells jingled, the broken copper bells swayed, Liu Bai carried a dark red wooden box, Ji Yuan twisted purplish-yellow paper in her hands, Jiang Chen tightened the rusty hemp rope in his hand, Su Qingyi's fingertips were wrapped with black thread, Luo the Blind Man held a bronze compass, and Chen Xiao's hands hung naturally at his sides.

Eight people.

They lined up in a row.

They stood in front of the black wooden coffin where their master lay in slumber.

Eight waves of attacks, tens of thousands of mutated monsters, from the lowest-level dire wolves to the highest-level abyssal tyrants.

They blocked them all, annihilated them all, and not a single one was injured.