Chapter 1553: Chapter 791: Demonic Winds Outside Jinling City (Part 3)

After he landed, he didn’t waste words. Power surged under his feet, his body swift as light and shadow, electric arcs crackling madly along the Duan Chen Blade, while two Soul-breaking Flying Blades howled through the air around him.

Like a tiger dropped into a flock of sheep, he cut down two more men the instant he touched the ground.

"It’s Li Yama!"

Everyone was horrified and scrambled to dodge.

They’d thought the bandit defenses they’d set outside would hold, but Li Yan had shattered them with ease. Pitifully, many here only knew spells and were mediocre in Martial Arts Cultivation; once this Fierce God Li Yan closed in, the casualties became disastrous.

At the same time, a string of screams rang out from the dense forest all around.

It was Lv San and Long Yan’er striking in unison.

The demon gourd’s Poison Bees and the sesame gu were simply unstoppable in this darkness.

"Go!"

The black-clothed elder’s face twisted with pain as he looked at the Black Pottery Jars scattered all over the ground, but he had no time to care. He spun around and bolted up the mountain.

The others followed his example, scattering in all directions.

Li Yan showed no mercy, chasing them down from behind.

Meanwhile, the Captain Bureau’s men had also arrived.

Gunfire thundered without pause, and the bandits hiding in the forest were blasted into a rout...

...

"We’re there, we’re there!"

When they finally glimpsed the vague outline of Jinling City, everyone on the boat let out a long sigh of relief.

"Young Hero Li, thank you for your timely assistance!"

The One-eyed Taoist stepped forward and cupped his hands respectfully.

Li Yan returned the gesture solemnly. "Daoist Chi Yang, there’s no need to be so polite."

This Daoist was also of the Mao Mountain Sect, but his conduct had a heroic flair, completely different from those people in the city. Li Yan held him in genuine regard.

Soon, a massive fleet appeared on the river.

It was the Navy guarding Jinling.

Li Yan finally relaxed; with the Navy taking over, the Copper Bell was completely safe.

In the end, after paying a heavy price, the battered fleet finally reached the Jinling Pier. That ancient, heavy Da Li Bronze Bell, its surface covered in Cloud Thunder Pattern carvings, was carefully lifted off the ship and transported to the Qixia Mountain Taoist Temple.

With the Copper Bell’s arrival, the core component of the Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony was now in place.

Within Jinling City, under Zhou Yinyao’s command, each Mysterious Sect dispatched its people to the various Array nodes to hasten their arrangements, awaiting only the auspicious hour.

However, Li Yan knew that the real battle had yet to begin...

...

"Waa~ waa~"

Thirty li west of Jinling City lay a desolate Chaotic Burial Mound.

The night was deep, and crows cried with a mournful shrillness.

Broken tombstones leaned askew, phosphorus fire drifting faintly among the graves.

Two auras, utterly different yet equally sinister and terrifying, descended silently like thick ink dropped into water.

On a half-collapsed mound to the east, a figure appeared without a sound.

This person was tall and gaunt, clad in a wide Daoist robe pieced together from countless pale-white bone chips, with a Daoist crown woven from tiny skulls upon his head.

His face was desiccated, eye sockets sunken, pupils a bizarre, ghastly green. In his hand he leaned on a White Bone Staff whose tip was set with a skull the size of a clenched fist.

Beside a split, paper-thin coffin to the west, a hunched figure slowly straightened its back, strange gurgling noises burbling from its mouth.

Whoosh~

A sudden gale rose from the dense forest.

An old man, leaning on a wooden staff, walked out slowly. Moss and mildew spotted his Daoist robe, and from his withered, straw-like white hair sprouted thin blades of grass.

This was none other than the Jinling old demon Li Yan was tracking—"Lin Zhongweng."

This old fiend was a famed Jiangnan demon, yet in the face of these two figures he was still extraordinarily excited and stirred. He cupped his hands respectfully and said:

"This junior greets Hundred Bone Master! Corpse Robe Grandmother!"

"I never thought the two of you would leave seclusion as well. With this battle, we will surely not fail Her Lady’s great trust!"