Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

"Nameless, let's clear the field together. My sword will trap and suppress the enemy, while your sword will kill."

"Prioritize killing those who are completely dead, especially those who have lost their sanity after repeated rebirths."

"Eat them all! Reduce their numbers!"

The instructions are clear.

Wuming nodded silently, and the twelve flying swords surrounding him hummed.

At the same time, the twenty-four short swords beside Cui Ming also lit up with a ghostly blue light once again.

This time, Cui Ming did not control them to shoot out, but instead began to shuttle rapidly through the air in a strange trajectory.

Amidst the crisscrossing sword lights, an invisible sword net was faintly formed, covering a small portion of the platform.

Wherever the sword net passed, space seemed to become viscous and stagnant.

The movements of those Quanxing ghosts involuntarily slowed down, as if they were sinking into a quagmire, and even their roars became muffled.

This is another application of Cui Ming's short sword, where sword intent and radiating true qi intertwine to form a range of control and suppression force field.

The moment the sword net controlled by Cui Ming took shape, the twelve nameless flying swords moved.

The twelve sword lights, like twelve deadly meteors, accurately struck the area covered by the sword net.

This time, the flying swords were directly targeting the souls of the Quanxing Sect's dead.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Silent annihilation.

The flying sword pierced through the body of the deceased without causing physical damage.

However, the sword possesses the strange abilities of both the nameless original body and the demon sword Hirumaru.

The souls of the Quanxing sect killed by the nameless flying sword did not turn into specks of light to await rebirth by the Yellow Springs Array, unlike the souls of the Sanyi sect who were scattered by the nameless flying sword.

Their souls at this moment were like soap bubbles that had been popped.

Before it could even utter a final wail, it vanished completely into the air, leaving no trace.

Everything about these lost souls was absorbed the moment the flying sword pierced through them, flowing into Wuming's body.

Efficiency is boosted instantly.

With the combined efforts of the three groups of vengeful spirits forming a defensive line to block, Cui Mingjian's net to suppress, and the nameless flying sword to pick off targets, the situation became extremely challenging.

The number of Quanxing's undead on the platform began to decrease sharply at a visible rate.

Especially those weak ghosts who have been reborn multiple times and have completely lost their minds are the Nameless One's priority targets for elimination.

Zuo Ruotong also saw the key point, and he stopped floating in the air.

With a flash, he joined the battle.

Although he did not directly attack the dead souls (the pure Yang Qi of the Reverse Life Triple has a natural restraint on the dead souls, but its efficiency in large-scale killing is not as good as the Nameless's specialization).

However, his vast and boundless primordial energy can dispel evil and deathly energy over a wide area.

Purifying the environment further weakens the Yellow Springs Array's support and control over the dead souls, while also providing cover for Cui Ming and Wuming's actions.

With the combined efforts of many parties, the surging tide of the dead on the platform was quickly suppressed.

The once densely packed souls of the Quanxing sect have dwindled to just a few dozen struggling on the streets.

Furthermore, they were all firmly trapped by Cui Ming's sword net, becoming lambs to the slaughter under the nameless flying sword.

However, just as Zuo Ruotong, Cui Ming, and the others breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the situation was about to be completely brought under control—

Phew——! ! !

A strange, piercing shriek suddenly came from the direction of the mountaintop!

The voice was not something that could be made by humans or any known creature; it was filled with endless resentment and madness.

Wherever its sound waves passed, even the blood-red light on the platform trembled!

Immediately afterwards, a violent roar, along with the panicked shouts of disciples and the clamor of battle, came from the direction of the Sanyi Sect's buildings on the mountaintop!

"What's going on?!"

"A fight has broken out up there!"

Something has popped out of the ground!

Upon hearing this, everyone on the platform below the mountain changed their expressions.

Cui Ming and Zuo Ruotong looked up at the mountaintop almost simultaneously.

A thick black mist could be seen rising faintly above the Sanyi Gate complex.

Intertwined with the dark red blood light spreading from the platform, it appeared even more chaotic and ominous.

Could it be... that the influence of the Yellow Springs Formation has spread?

Zuo Ruotong and Cui Ming exchanged a glance, a sense of unease rising within them.

Chapter 236 Life and Death Repeatedly

Before the shrieks from the mountaintop had faded, even more intense roars and shouts of battle followed.

Zuo Ruotong's expression changed drastically.

The venom and madness contained in that shrill scream far surpassed anything the Quanxing ghosts on the platform could contain.

What worried Zuo Ruotong even more was that the sound came from the direction of the Sanyi Sect.

There are not only important sect sites such as the ancestral hall and scripture pavilion, but also many injured disciples recuperating there, as well as some ordinary disciples who are not good at fighting who stay behind.

"Master Cui! This matter is now entrusted to your Divine Machine Alliance."

Zuo Ruotong's voice was urgent.

"I must return to the mountaintop immediately to provide support."

Cui Ming nodded, pointed his sword finger, and the sword net composed of twenty-four short swords suddenly contracted.

The sword net tightly trapped the remaining dozens of Quanxing's undead souls within an area less than ten zhang in diameter.

"Left Immortal, go quickly. We can handle things here."

Zuo Ruotong said no more, his figure transformed into a white rainbow, rushing up against the mountain path.

Where the pure white Qi light passed, the dark red blood light that had been spreading along the way dissipated like snow meeting boiling water, revealing a passage.

Cui Ming watched Zuo Ruotong leave, then turned to Wuming.

"Hurry up, and we'll go up the mountain after we've cleaned it up."

Wuming nodded silently, and the twelve flying swords attacked even faster.

The sword light was like a woven tapestry, and with each swift movement, a soul of the Quanxing sect would be completely annihilated.

The souls trapped in the sword net struggled in vain, only to be eliminated one by one in an ever-shrinking space.

At the summit, the main hall of the Trinity Gate.

The main hall, already somewhat dilapidated from several battles, was now reduced to ruins.

The ground was shaking violently, and cracks were spreading from the edges of the main hall toward the center.

Deep within the cracks, dark red light surged like magma, and a strong aura of death, mixed with the stench of earth, rose into the sky.

"Watch out for the ground!"

A disciple from the Sanyi Sect shouted sternly.

A white light emanated from his body, and he stomped his foot hard on the ground in front of him.

The white light penetrated three feet into the ground, and the ground suddenly arched up, revealing a dark shadow emerging from the earth.

It was a fully-fledged ghost, its chest pierced through as it died, yet its eyes burned with a ferocity several times greater than when it was alive.

As soon as it appeared, it let out a roar that was not human, and its hands turned into sharp claws as it pounced on the nearest Sanyi Sect disciple.

"break!"

Instead of retreating, the disciple advanced, unleashing the full power of the Reverse Life Triple Technique. Pure white Qi light enveloped his entire body as he threw a straight punch.

The soul was no match for the attack; the hole in its chest was pierced even larger, and its entire soul disintegrated.

But in an instant, blood-red light surged from the ground, and the scattered parts of the dead soul quickly reformed, roaring as it pounced again.

"These monstrous things are unkillable!"

Another disciple said urgently, "I just repelled one of the dead souls when another dead soul that emerged from the ground slashed my side."

The wound wasn't deep, but a chilling, deathly aura seeped into his meridians through it, causing him to momentarily freeze.

"Watch out! Cover each other! Retreat to the bunker entrance!"

"The sect leader and fellow disciples will surely find out what's going on here. Hold on!"

Those with more experience among the San Yi disciples reacted immediately.

The twenty-odd disciples who were still able to fight quickly moved together, tightened their defensive line, and covered each other, guarding the entrance to the bunker where the wounded were being housed.

The bunker was designed entirely by the Divine Machine Alliance, with walls mixed with earth vein stone powder, and supported by energy provided by the Divine Machine Alliance, making it extremely sturdy.

It seems these dead souls cannot affect the area inside the bunker.

Therefore, as long as you stay in the bunker, you won't be attacked from all sides, and you can buy as much time as possible.

But the situation is still deteriorating.

In the shadows of the buildings surrounding the square, more souls are gathering.

Those were the Quanxing masters who died in front of the sect during yesterday's attack on the mountain.

They were stronger in life, but were captured by the Yellow Springs Formation after death. Now that they have reappeared, their ferocity is even greater.

What's more troublesome is that these dead souls seem to have retained some of their fighting instincts from when they were alive.

A Quanxing ghost who used claw techniques swung his claws, generating dark energy that briefly tore through the protective aura of the Sanyi Sect disciples.

Another ghost, skilled in poison techniques in life, was surrounded by a dark green mist, and the stone slabs on the ground sizzled as it passed by.