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

Above the sky, of the thirty-nine split screens, thirty-eight had completely turned into black screens.

The mechanically broadcasted death notice ended its final whistle.

The survival defense line of Blue Star has been reduced to only one country.

The eyes of seven billion people around the world are fixed on the only lit image in the very center of the screen.

The Chinese front.

The thousand-meter-tall apocalyptic lava behemoth slowly turned its massive body.

Dark red magma, heated to several thousand degrees Celsius, flows through the cracks in the black rock shell.

Lava dripped onto the scorched earth, burning through the surface and emitting pungent sulfurous black smoke.

The giant monster locked onto the blue brick city wall in front of it.

It took its first steps.

It is three kilometers away from the Huaxia position.

The heatwave transcended space and crashed directly against the city walls of China.

The thick blue brick surface quickly dehydrated, causing fine cracks to appear.

Beside the black wooden coffin, the melodious sound of the erhu abruptly stopped.

Luo the Blind put down his bow and hung the worn-out erhu on his waist.

He reached into his robes, pulled out the bronze compass, and straightened his hunched back.

Guan Shan stopped wiping the blade.

He gripped the hilt of the sword, hoisted the blood-patterned iron sword onto his right shoulder, and stood up from the sand.

Ma Ling pulled her remaining left hand away from the fire.

He patted the ashes off his tattered Taoist robe and held the rusty copper bell in his palm.

Ji Yuan folded up the yellow paper boat that was already half-folded.

He pulled a stack of yellow paper with a purplish sheen from his sleeve, coughed twice while covering his mouth, and straightened up.

Jiang Chen tore off the disguise of the hemp rope, revealing heavy, rusty iron chains wrapped around his thick arms.

Su Qingyi's fingers flew, black lines wrapping tightly around her fingertips.

Liu Bai picked up the dark red wooden box engraved with the character "仵".

Chen Xiao brushed the sand off his trousers and pulled out eight coffin nails covered in dark red rust from the inner pocket of his hemp clothing.

Eight people.

For the first time, they stood up at the same time.

Instead of looking at the thousand-meter-tall, catastrophic boss, they turned and looked at each other.

Guan Shan's rough fingers rubbed the hilt of his sword, his voice cold and steady: "Our master taught us our own skills and how to guard the eight directions. But he also taught us how to cooperate when the sky falls."

Ma Ling raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a carefree smile: "Twenty years. Each of us has been hiding in some corner, never seeing the light of day. Today, for the first time, all eight of us are fighting together."

Chen Xiao gripped the coffin nail in his hand tightly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on the quiet, dark wooden coffin behind him.

"For Master."

Chen Xiao's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable ruthlessness.

"For Master."

The eight people whispered in unison.

Then they moved.

The eight people dispersed, their figures flashing rapidly, and directly stepped out the positions of the Eight Trigrams in the sand in front of the city gate.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui.

Each of the eight people occupied a gate, protecting the black wooden coffin at the very center of the formation.

After a half-minute silence, the live stream chat exploded with an unprecedented surge of comments.

They stood up! They all stood up!

[My God, this formation is like a Bagua formation! The Eight Generals of the Yin Gate are about to unite!]

The monster in front is a thousand meters tall! Can they really win?

Don't be afraid! The Ancestor is watching from behind; the disciples will absolutely not back down!

This scene is so thrilling! Eight ordinary people facing off against a god-like monster!

Foreigners, take a good look! This is the essence of China! This is our Great Wall!

[God bless, if China wins, I swear I'll only eat Chinese food for the rest of my life!]

Get lost! China doesn't need God's protection; we have our own gods!

[Chen Xiao's nail is flashing! Let's kill it!]

【……】

Two kilometers.

The giant's enormous body blotted out the sky.

With immense force, his raised right foot slammed down onto the Chinese position.

The wind pressure blew the yellow sand on the ground into a pit hundreds of meters deep.

"Start the battle."

Guan Shan spoke in a low, deep voice.

Blind Luo stood at the "Kan" water level.

He held the bronze compass in both hands, using his thumbs to forcefully move the copper needles on the surface.

"Kanshui, overturning the river!"

A deep rumble came from deep underground.

The desert in front of the Chinese position collapsed instantly.

A powerful underground river burst forth from the ground, transforming into a towering column of water that met the giant's descending right foot.

The magma, heated to several thousand degrees Celsius, collided violently with the icy groundwater.

Water vapor evaporates.

A thick white mist rose up, obscuring the giant's vision.

The giant's right foot was impacted by the water flow, reducing the force of its fall by 30%, and it stomped heavily into the muddy swamp.

"Jiang Chen!"

Guan Shan shouted.

Jiang Chen, standing at the "Gen" mountain position, bent his legs and buried them deeply in the sand.

He swung his arm, and the rusty iron chain, with a sharp whistling sound, pierced directly into the depths of the white mist.

The chains wrapped precisely around the giant's ankles.

"Sink!"

Jiang Chen's arms were bulging with muscles, and the veins under his skin were standing out.

He gripped the other end of the chain tightly, leaned back, and used his own weight and the friction with the ground to forcefully pull the giant's lower body.

The giant realized the restraints beneath its feet and roared as it lifted its leg.

A terrifying pulling force came through the iron chain.

Jiang Chen's feet dug two long, deep furrows in the sand.

The surface of the iron chain was glowing red from the magma, and the high temperature transmitted through the metal to Jiang Chen's palm.

The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

Jiang Chen's tiger's mouth split open, and blood dripped down the iron chain, instantly evaporating.

But he didn't let go, holding on tightly to the giant's advance.

"roar!"

The troll was enraged.

It opened its abyss-like maw, and magma churned and gathered inside its chest cavity.

A ball of blazing white light formed in his mouth.

A column of magma erupted.

The pillar of fire pierced through the white mist, heading straight for Jiang Chen, who was restrained by iron chains.

"Ji Yuan!"

Ji Yuan, representing the "Xun" wind position, forms a hand seal with one hand.

He bit his middle finger, smearing the bright red blood directly onto the purplish-yellow paper in his hand.

"Ghost soldiers, form ranks!"

The yellow paper was tossed into the air.

A strong wind whipped up scraps of paper, and a million paper soldiers materialized out of thin air.

Instead of charging forward, they piled up in layers in front of Jiang Chen, forming a massive shield of yin energy hundreds of meters thick.

The pillar of lava fire crashed into the paper shield.

The paper soldiers emitted a piercing shriek, their bodies rapidly igniting under the intense heat.

Layer upon layer of paper shields were burned through, turning into black ash that fell to the ground.

Ji Yuan's face was deathly pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

The severe depletion of his spiritual energy left him swaying precariously.

"We can't stop her anymore, Su Qingyi!"

Ji Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Su Qingyi's fingers tightened suddenly at the "Zhen" thunder position.

"go."

The two thousand mutated corpse puppets that survived the previous battle took stiff steps and charged into the lava swamp, facing the pillars of fire.

Instead of attacking, they jumped directly into the lava pit at the giant's feet.

The corpse puppet's body was burned to charcoal by the high temperature, but the two thousand corpses filled the lava pit and piled up a charred foothold at the giant's feet.

"Ma Ling, hold it down!"

The horse bell in the "Dui" position raises its remaining left hand.

He closed his eyes, focused intently, and shook the rusty bronze bell vigorously.

"bite--"

The clear sound of bells pierced through the sea of ​​fire and white mist.

The sound waves, carrying an eerie frequency, penetrated the giant's body.

The flow of magma within the troll suddenly slowed, and its raised arm paused briefly in mid-air.

"Liu Bai, you're asking for trouble!"

Liu Bai, who was in the "Li" fire position, picked up the mahogany box.

He opened his eyes, and his once clear black and white pupils had turned a pure pale white.

The Eye of the Autopsy, activated.

The gaze passes through the thick rock shell and through the flowing lava.

Liu Bai saw a pulsating dark red crystal core deep inside the giant's chest cavity.

That is the center of energy.

"Three inches down from the center of the sternum. At the seam between the third and fourth black stones, the lava is thinnest."

Liu Bai spoke very quickly, giving precise coordinates.

The mountain pass in the "Qian" heavenly position has moved.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

His legs unleashed terrifying power as he charged upwards, stepping on the charred hill created by Su Qingyi's corpse puppets and facing the oncoming heatwave.

The high temperature scorched Guan Shan's hair.

The hem of the coarse linen garment began to burn.

He climbed upwards, stepping on the giant's thigh bone.

The giant noticed the living creature on its body and swung its enormous hand towards its chest.

Guan Shan did not dodge.

He stared at the coordinates Liu Bai had given him and drew his sword.

The blood-patterned iron sword was drawn from its sheath.

All the blood and spiritual energy in the body were poured into the blade without reservation.

The blade cleaved through the air, striking hard at the seam between the third and fourth black stones.

"Click."

The black stone shattered.

A three-meter-wide gap was cut into the seemingly impenetrable rock defenses.

The dark red crystal nucleus was exposed to the air.

The giant's hand slammed down with terrifying wind pressure.

Exhausted, Guan Shan leaned back and fell freely from mid-air, avoiding the fatal blow.

"Eighth Brother, it's all yours now!"

Guan Shanren roared in mid-air.

Chen Xiao, holding the "Kun" position, has long been poised to make his move.

He bent his knees to their limit, and the ground suddenly exploded, creating a crater five meters deep.

Using the recoil, Chen Xiao leaped into the air, becoming a blur as he charged straight at the gap in the giant monster's chest.

He had eight coffin nails between his fingers.

"Master said that no matter how big something is, it has to be put in a coffin."

Chen Xiao's eyes were cold.

He rushed to the front of the gap and flicked his right wrist.

The eight coffin nails, connected end to end, formed a black line and precisely pierced into the dark red crystal core along the gap cleaved open in the mountain pass.

"seal up!"

Chen Xiao slapped the last nail tip with his palm.

The frequency of the crystal nucleus's pulsation abruptly stopped.

Eight coffin nails, brimming with malevolent energy, directly locked the giant's energy center.

The giant's hand, which was about to strike his chest, stopped in mid-air, less than ten meters away from Chen Xiao.

Its massive body began to tremble violently.

The magma inside the body went out of control, broke through the black stone shell, and spewed outwards in all directions.

Chen Xiao used the recoil to land firmly on the sand.

Guan Shan was also pulled back to safety by Jiang Chen using an iron chain around his waist.

The eight men retreated to the front of the coffin, panting heavily.

Everyone carries wounds of varying degrees.

Jiang Chen's hands were covered in blood, Ji Yuan's spiritual energy was exhausted, and Guan Shan suffered extensive burns.

But they stood ramrod straight.

The giant lava monster, standing a thousand meters tall, began to collapse after losing control of its crystal core.

The black rock shattered, and lava flowed out.

A mobile, active volcano was thus reduced to a lifeless pile of ruins in front of the city walls of China.

In the global live stream, the chat remained silent for ten seconds.

Then came a deafening roar of cheers.

We won! We really won!

[Eight people managed to cripple a 1,000-meter-tall disaster-level boss!]

This teamwork is absolutely unbeatable! Everyone is giving it their all, everyone is shining!

Guan Shan's slash was so cool! Chen Xiao's final strike was so precise!

Jiang Chen's hand was bleeding profusely, and Ji Yuan was vomiting blood. It breaks my heart.

They are risking their lives to guard our nation's borders!

Foreigners were stunned, weren't they? This is the team spirit of the Chinese people!

The Eight Generals of Yin Gate, forever legendary!

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