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第三千三百八十一章 横扫千军

Over ten thousand miles, an unattainable distance for ordinary humans. Yet under Lin Xuan's full-speed flight, it was merely a moment.

Soon, the majesticFairy City (Celestial City) came into view; the siege battle raged on fiercely.

The city had not been breached, but Lin Xuan felt his unease growing stronger.

Such a foreboding in his heart could never be wrong. Something must have happened to Yue'er.

With thoughts racing, Lin Xuan wished he could fly there instantly.

Anxiously, he didn't even bother with concealment techniques. Although his abilities allowed him to bypass the defenses and approach the city, it would waste too much time.

Now, driven by urgency, Lin Xuan ignored all caution and charged straight in.

Indeed, Lin Xuan intended to forcefully break through.

How could a vast army of Corpse Kings matter? With a flash of spiritual light, he plunged into the midst of them.

Lin Xuan arrived swiftly but without concealing his presence. Just as he was far away, several Ghost Generals spotted him.

These fellows recognized that Lin Xuan wasn't easily dealt with. However, they couldn’t ignore him and let him enter the city.

So, they gathered their forces to guard around him, mostly mindless and fearless puppet corpses.

As Lin Xuan approached, they raised their signal flags in preparation.

Instantly, fierce roars echoed as copper-armored and iron-armored corpses surged forward like a flood of water, rushing towards Lin Xuan.

The ghost tide was overwhelming; the corpse waves were towering. In an instant, Lin Xuan found himself surrounded by layers upon layers of troops.

In front, the corpses fought with reckless bravery; behind him, countless ghostly spirits and ghostly creatures launched their treasures at him.

Many hands make light work! Two fists can't match four. These Ghost Generals had a plan that seemed to be working well.

But Lin Xuan was no longer in the mood for any tricks or schemes. His anxiety over Yue'er had turned him into a raging beast.

"Those who stand in my way, die!"

Cracking sounds filled the air as Lin Xuan's right hand grew ten times its size.

No need for force laws now; he only needed to clear the path.

With his hair standing on end and veins bulging, he punched forward with all his might.

Boom!

A lightning bolt streaked across the sky. The sheer volume of sound alone was terrifying. Every single Corpse King in front did not survive; regardless of their cultivation level—whether they were at the Condensation Core stage or had a Soul Core—they were all shattered by the force of the punch.

Over a thousand corpses fell to the ground, reduced to dust.

The next punch was even more fearsome.

It seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth.

A visible wave of power swept out. A hundred miles in front of Lin Xuan became an empty space.

At least ten thousand Corpse Kings were crushed into powder by this blow.

But these creatures were originally puppet-like constructs, so they didn't know fear. The closest ones to Lin Xuan were cleared away.

However, the surrounding corpses numbered in the millions, like a tidal wave rushing towards him.

They soon surrounded Lin Xuan.

Yet the terrifying power of that punch was far from over.

Snap…

It sounded like a porcelain bowl breaking on the ground, but now the sound was much louder. A crack appeared in the space where he had just cleared.

Several dozen miles long, most cultivators in their entire lives would never see such a fearsome spatial rift.

Cracking sounds echoed as the crack grew longer and extended far into the distance. The nearby spatial laws were shattered by Lin Xuan's punch.

The void was torn open, revealing an enormous spatial rift.

Dark winds gushed out from within.

With the spatial rift, even more corpses fell, reaching over a hundred thousand.

The Ghost Generals exchanged glances.

They had never seen such a formidable cultivator. One punch alone reduced fifty thousand Corpse Kings to powder; were all old monsters at the Tribulation Transcendence stage this tough?

Going in would be suicide. This guy was clearly beyond their ability to contend with!

The Ghost Generals began to have second thoughts, realizing that Lin Xuan's displayed strength was astonishingly powerful.

However, some of the ghost creatures below didn't react as quickly.

Originally hiding behind the Corpse Kings for an easy win, they had already released their treasures. There wasn’t enough time to retract them now.

A dazzling light filled the area; over ten thousand strange and bizarre ghost treasures surrounded Lin Xuan, enveloping him in layers of protection.

But Lin Xuan was focused on his journey and didn't summon any defensive treasures.

This made the ghosts both fearful and delighted.

Even if it were a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, there was no reason to face so many treasures with one's physical body.

Cases of high-ranking cultivators falling to low-rank beings due to overconfidence were not uncommon.

Before him stood an old monster likely at the Tribulation Transcendence stage; if he could be eliminated, they would earn a monumental achievement.

With these thoughts in mind, the ghosts' faces lit up with excitement.

They didn't retract their treasures but instead poured more power into them. Some of the hesitant ghosts also joined the attack.

In an instant, ghostly roars filled the air as dark energy surged. Countless grayish-white light beams enveloped Lin Xuan completely.

The combined force of so many attacks was indeed terrifying; a regular Tribulation Transcendence cultivator might have chosen to dodge if they were in Lin Xuan's position.

But Lin Xuan didn't do that. Not out of arrogance, but because he had no time!

As the saying goes, between high-ranking cultivators, victory or defeat is decided by a hair’s breadth. If something happened to Yue'er on his way, he would regret it deeply.

So, despite facing thousands of ghost treasures, Lin Xuan's flight speed remained unchanged.

A fierce expression appeared on his face as flames erupted from every part of his body.

Then, colorful spiritual light shone brightly; true spirits emerged from the surface of his body.

But this wasn't over. In an instant, golden light flashed, and the Nine Heavens Divine Net also materialized behind him.

The light radiated, almost tangible.

Nine heads, each with different expressions—happy or angry—were vividly lifelike.

As for the eighteen arms, they moved in various ways; each hand formed a mystical mudra that was incredibly intricate.

Then, countless patterns appeared on the surface of the Nine Heavens Divine Net.

These patterns were ancient and mysterious, forming true spirits like phoenixes, peacocks, and golden-winged great eagles.

There were several types, corresponding to the true spirit shadows floating above his head.

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