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

Darkness pressed down heavily, engulfing heaven and earth.

In front of the Huaxia position, black mist churned wildly, less than ten meters from the city gate.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay.

Guan Shan pressed his hand on the knife hilt, Ma Ling gripped the copper bell tightly with his left hand, and Old Luo steadyed the bronze compass.

Ji Yuan stood at the very front.

His thin body looked frail and powerless in the black wind.

The sickly scholar bent over slightly, covered his mouth and coughed violently twice, a few drops of dark red blood seeping out from between his fingers.

He stood up straight, his eyes clear and calm.

With his fingers spread wide, a stack of purplish-yellow paper was held between them.

He cut his index finger with his thumb, and a smear of blood quickly left a strange mark on the outermost layer of talisman paper.

Ji Yuan flicked her wrist, tossing the yellow paper into the air.

"rise!"

A low shout rang out, not loud, but it dispersed the surging black mist around them.

Thousands of sheets of yellow paper remained suspended in mid-air.

The paper made a continuous rustling sound as it folded rapidly and automatically.

The corners of the paper fluttered, and the runes flashed.

In just two seconds, thousands of thin sheets of paper expanded and intertwined, transforming into thousands of three-foot-tall paper figures.

These paper figures wear tall hats, have eerie smiles on their faces, and stretch out their hands, each holding a square paper lantern.

The paper figure's eyes lit up with a bluish-white ghostly flame.

The flames spread along his arm and lit the lantern.

Thousands of sky lanterns floated in mid-air.

The light was not dazzling, nor did it have any heat, but it carried an inviolable repulsive force.

A bluish-white halo spread out, easily piercing through the viscous shadows and tearing apart this absolute darkness.

The sand within fifty meters of the Huaxia city gate instantly brightened.

Eighty thousand Shadow Assassin Beasts revealed their true forms.

They are entirely black, have no eyes, and their limbs are covered with barbs. They originally lay in the shadows beneath the sand, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

At this moment, enveloped in the halo, they lost their concealment and remained motionless in place.

The Black Palace underground command center of the Bald Eagle Nation.

Switch the main screen to a Chinese-exclusive perspective.

General Smith gripped the mahogany tabletop tightly with both hands, sawdust getting into his fingernails.

He stared intently at the thousands of smiling paper figures.

He didn't believe it.

The towering pillar of fire that David ignited, fueled by his own life force, wouldn't last more than ten seconds.

This sickly scholar, who could die at any moment, could possibly hold off 80,000 monsters with just a few tattered pieces of paper and a few cold, lifeless flames?

Smith gritted his teeth, a mad jealousy surging in his eyes.

He desperately wanted those disgusting monsters to pounce on him immediately, tear the scholar to pieces, and smash the city gates of China to pieces.

As long as China also fails, the annihilation of the Bald Eagle will be nothing!

It's only fair that everyone is in hell.

.......

In front of the Chinese front.

The Shadow Assassin Beast let out a sharp screech.

Realizing they had been discovered, they immediately retreated, desperately trying to disappear into the deep darkness behind them.

Ji Yuan's lips curled slightly as she raised her pale fingers and conjured a hand gesture.

"Hide? Where to hide?"

Upon hearing the command, thousands of paper figures carrying lanterns began to move in formation.

They moved incredibly fast, leaving bluish-white afterimages in the air, intertwining and instantly weaving a dense, impenetrable net of light.

The optical network covers an area of ​​two kilometers, blocking all escape routes.

No matter which rock shadow or sand dune the Shadow Assassins hide in, the next sky lantern will always hover precisely above their heads, illuminating their hiding place.

Ji Yuan suddenly clenched her fists.

The paper figure's empty eyes bulged out, and the pale blue flame inside the lantern instantly turned into a blinding, blazing white light.

The light shines for thousands of feet.

The Shadow Assassin Beast let out an extremely shrill howl.

The sound pierced the soul, carrying the immense pain of impending death.

Creatures that rely on darkness for survival are crushed by pure light.

The black mucus on their bodies began to boil, emitting large amounts of pungent white smoke.

The hard scales and flesh quickly scab over and carbonize, peeling off piece by piece from the skeleton.

Within seconds, tens of thousands of assassin beasts in the front row were reduced to ashes, without even a chance to struggle.

Chen Xiao stood beside the black wooden coffin, brushing off the dust that clung to his body, his expression calm.

"Sixth Brother's paper can block the yin winds of the Yellow Springs Road and cover the evil aura of the Gates of Hell."

Chen Xiao spoke with certainty, his usual honesty, "Those beasts who hide in the shadows don't even deserve to be lamp wicks."

Guan Shan loosened the hilt of his sword, crossed his arms over his chest, and nodded in agreement.

Inside the live stream room, Chinese netizens were completely enthralled, with tens of thousands of comments flooding the screen every second.

[This is what they call one thing subduing another! What do those foreign idiots know!]

Senior Ji's paper dolls are practically the nemesis of shadow-type monsters! Even a demon-revealing mirror can't work that well!

While other countries are still using fire, we're going straight for physical attacks and magical spotlights—a dimensional reduction strike, you know?

[The paper lanterns are amazing! I could watch this scene a hundred times.]

[Eighty thousand assassin beasts were reduced to charcoal for roasting; even their ashes were scattered by the wind.]

[Smith and his gang of foreigners are probably glaring in the eye right now. They deserved to be wiped out for bragging about their superpowers all the time!]

Hand your sixth senior brother a cup of hot tea; don't get so caught up in showing off that you hurt your lungs.

This is what you call the profound heritage of Chinese civilization—a few sheets of paper overturned an entire system. Aren't you impressed?

【..........】

The Shadow Assassins died in large numbers under the intense light.

The five hundred ghostly assassins lurking behind the beast horde could no longer contain themselves.

They have no physical form; they are monsters formed from a mixture of souls and resentment.

A slight ripple spread through the air.

Five hundred ghostly assassins simultaneously activated spatial jumps, abandoning frontal charges and instead traversing directly through the void.

Their target was very clear: to attack Ji Yuan's back.

These disgusting lights will disappear once the caster is killed.

Ji Yuan stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, and didn't even look back.

Just as the spatial ripples were about to tear apart three meters behind him.

Within the network of light, dozens of sky lanterns suddenly descended, appearing as if teleported to the landing point of the spatial jump.

The ghost assassin had just stepped out of the void and hadn't even had time to raise his bone spikes when he crashed directly into the encirclement of the lantern paper figures.

The smile on the paper figure's face deepened.

The intense white light from the lantern transformed into a tangible flame, enveloping everything.

There was no blood splattering, no physical contact.

The ghostly assassin twisted violently in the flames.

The agony of their souls being torn apart caused them to erupt in sharp, desperate howls.

The black resentment was gradually stripped away and purified by the flames.

Just three seconds.

Five hundred ghostly assassins, enough to destroy a medium-sized country, were utterly reduced to nothingness under the scorching heat of the flames.

Ji Yuan held a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

He turned around, his back to the battlefield, and gently waved to the net of light suspended in mid-air.

"Go, leave no one alive."