Chapter 1748 - 882: Blood Thunder Shatters the Miasma, Fuxi Stabilizes Heaven and Earth

The fog is so thick that you can’t see your fingers in front of you, making it difficult to discern the faces of fellow soldiers nearby.

In the fog, noise abounds; nearby, there are heavy breaths, suppressed coughs, and the dull clattering of weapons and armor in motion. In the distance, there are sounds of commands, screams, strange howling, and the roar of firearms.

Even well-trained soldiers find themselves terrified in such a situation.

Although the Great Xuan Army is large in number, at this moment, it seems to be thrown into a giant grinding plate.

The massive formation is sliced by the fog, crushed, and transformed into countless isolated, defenseless small groups.

Instinctively, the soldiers form tight circles back-to-back, spears pointing outward, firearms loaded, ready to face enemies that might pounce from the fog at any moment.

The Twelve Yuan Chen Squad, along with the Mystical Sect Cultivators in the army, have long charged into this chaotic battlefield like unsheathed swords.

Their cultivation is profound, and their perception far surpasses ordinary people, maintaining a sliver of clarity even in this fog that isolates the senses.

However, as soon as the battle begins, they keenly detect an anomaly.

The Japanese Ninjas, like ghostly shadows, move swiftly as lightning under the cover of thick fog.

They do not merely launch frontal attacks on the military formations or assassinate officers; their targets are extremely precise—the seemingly unremarkable yet crucial nodes in the camp: Stone Guardians buried deep on both sides of the Yu Gate, the board with the word "Zhen" hanging in the Central Army tent, the black banners planted at the four corners of the camp, even the small shrine dedicated to the Kitchen God by the camp kitchen...

These "Suppressing Objects," a fusion of Mystical Sect craftsmanship and military formation, along with the Array Base set up and maintained by the Mystical Sect Cultivators, providing scant mana for camp defense, are precisely being destroyed by the ninjas with poisoned shuriken, specially-made Breaking Evil Talismans, and even filth!

Each time a Suppressing Object is destroyed and an Array Base is broken, the surrounding fog thickens further.

The Yin Sha miasma, drawn from deep within the Earth Vein and invoked by three Evil Gods, behaves like a mad beast unleashed from restraints, invading even more recklessly.

The invisible pressure suddenly increases, making the soldiers’ breathing even more difficult, while panic grows wildly like poisonous vines.

Li Yan’s mind clears: This is the enemy’s true killer move!

Once these symbolic "anchors" of order and protection are completely removed, and the last "shell" of the camp is entirely broken, the terrifying power of the three Evil Gods, capable of freezing souls, inducing madness, and spreading plague, will pour down without any reservation.

At that point, these tens of thousands of Liaodong Iron Cavalry will become fish on the chopping block, their collapse imminent in an instant!

"Protect the Array Eyes and Suppressing Objects!" Li Yan’s voice pierces through the fog, his sword light slicing toward a ninja throwing filthy blood at the Yu Gate.

Sha Lifei’s firearm erupts in firelight within the dense fog, blasting the head of a ninja attempting to destroy the corner flag.

Yet, the battlefield is too large.

The fog is too thick.

The enemy too cunning, too scattered.

Though Li Yan and his comrades are strong, they are ultimately flesh and blood, not deities that control the universe.

What’s even more critical is that this place is no longer the Divine Land; Goryeo, polluted by the "Yin Yang Inversion Array," has isolated the natural order of Yin and Yang.

The Hook Paper in Li Yan’s bosom, which could command Yin Department soldiers, is now cold and silent, receiving no response from Fengdu despite his attempts to activate it.

Without this greatest reliance, facing such a massive evil skill that covers the entire battlefield and the bizarre enemies rushing in like a tide, their personal valor is ultimately insignificant.

They struggle with all their might, managing only to barely protect one or two crucial nodes around them, while watching helplessly as the sounds of Suppressing Objects shattering and the spiritual power surges of Array Bases being destroyed echo from elsewhere.

A profound sense of helplessness weighs heavily on everyone’s heart.

Just then, in the deeper part of the camp, faint lights suddenly emerge in several relatively intact Array Eye locations.

These are the High Priests from various sects like Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Maoshan, Lao Mountain, and Qingcheng, who accompany the army as protectors.

Unlike ordinary soldiers who form defensive circles, or the Twelve Yuan Chen who rush everywhere to put out fires, they silently gather around a few core Array Eyes, exchanging glances with eyes as calm as an ancient well.

No words are needed; an unspoken understanding has already been reached.

Leading them is Daoist Zhao Ming from Dragon and Tiger Mountain, holding an ancient Peach Wood Sword.

Daoist Zhao Ming, his hair and beard all white, stands straight as a pine at this moment.

He removes the Peach Wood Sword he never parts with, planting it reverently into the snowy ground before him, its tassel unmoving in the stagnant fog.

He bites his forefinger, using blood as ink, rapidly writing complex and mysterious Thunder Rune Talismans in the air.

A hot and fierce aura spreads, dispelling a small piece of cold thick fog around him.

"Fellow Daoists,"

Daoist Zhao Ming looks around, his voice old yet loud, reaching the ears of every Mystical Sect Cultivator nearby, "The Evil Spirits run rampant, the army formation is in peril. We have cultivated all our lives for the peace of the nation and the people, guarding the righteous path of heaven and earth."

"Today, we shall sacrifice ourselves to summon the Heavenly Thunder, breaking this Netherworld miasma!"

"Who is willing to... follow this old Daoist to the Thunder Department?"

"We are willing!"

The response comes in over ten older yet resolute voices.

The old mage from Maoshan tears off a corner of his Daoist robe, drawing runes with his own blood; the Kun Dao from Lao Mountain summons his treasured Thunderstruck Jujube Wood Seal; the old Sword Cultivator from Qingcheng uses his fingers as a sword, slicing open his palm, smearing hot blood on his Ancient Sword...

Each elder uses their most primal essence and life as the medium.

"Form the array! Earth Evil 72 Thunders!" A crisp shout from Daoist Zhao Ming shakes the surrounding sky!

Centered on them, a giant and intricate blood-red Array Map instantly unfurls on the snowy ground.