Chapter 1558: Chapter 794: Earth Immortal Attack

The group immediately heightened their vigilance upon hearing this.

The Ghost Theater Troupe was an old adversary, and they had gathered quite a bit of intelligence.

This organization, once a remnant of the past, originally operated with ruthless means without any scruples, was eliminated by the Mystical Sect in the pugilistic world, but after being rebuilt, it was completely transformed.

With the support of the Jianmu Organization, coupled with the court tightening control over cultivators, many Evil Cultivators and demons joined, allowing the Ghost Theater Troupe to grow rapidly.

Except for the most mysterious "Class Leader," the details of other members were also investigated.

The Ghost Theater Troupe had split into numerous small teams, mostly arranged in a five-person configuration of "Sheng, Dan, Jing, Mo, Chou," a mix of various talents with varying strengths.

The two before them, however, were core members.

The "Ghost-faced Rakshasa," whose real name was Liu Hongyu, was originally an heir of a Puppet Family. Her ancestor, Liu Guchan, was exterminated along with his clan for the crime of "using a play to mock the monarch" when he hid satirical puppetry during a performance of "Mu Lian Rescues Mother" at the Prince Mansion.

At the age of twelve, Liu Hongyu witnessed her relatives being turned into human skin shadows and hung on the stage "as a warning to others," her resentment drove her mad, merging the family’s Puppet Illusion Playbook with resentful spirits to create an Evil Skill.

With half of her face disfigured by branding iron, she wore an Asura Ghost Mask all year round, with an extreme obsession with opera, often massacring entire villages to make skin shadows for puppet shows.

In the Jiangnan region, she had become part of demon and ghost folklore.

As for the Blood-handed Scholar, his name was Huang Jioming. In life, he was the top scorer in Yingtian Prefecture but was demoted after his examination papers exposed the Eunuch Faction, and he self-immolated in the Imperial Examination Hall in his resentment.

His grievances merged with a famous inkstone, transforming into an evil entity.

The inkstone was purchased and continuously plagued its owner until it seized their body, acquiring Ghost Sect Secret Techniques, and specialized in killing those with scholarly merit, peeling their tongues to paste onto fans, claiming "to gather all the world’s eloquence."

In short, they were notorious demons in the pugilistic world.

The appearance of these two demons simultaneously could not help but make the group vigilant.

"Be careful, they’re coming for us!"

Wang Daoxuan was also experienced in the pugilistic world, and upon pondering, he had a guess, gnashing his teeth, "Brother Yan just left, and now they’re here, intending to capture us as cards!"

As he spoke, his expression drastically changed, "No, they surely have Earth Immortals!"

At these words, the hearts of the group were filled with dread.

This situation in Jinling seemed to start small but Jianmu had long planned, swirling ever larger like a vortex, affecting the entire Southern Divine State.

If mishandled, it could be a world-shaking calamity.

The Jianmu Organization had plotted for years, having the initial advantage, but the court and the Divine Land Mysterious Sect of the orthodox sect had responded, with experts continuously converging here.

These demons may seem quite formidable, but the court can command the Orthodox Sect Magic Veins that guard the Cave Heaven Blessed Land in Jiangnan to mobilize troops to assist, that is a terrifying force that could shake mountains and rivers.

Even with the Yangzhou Tripod, the Jianmu Organization’s aim to overthrow the court and the orthodox sect is essentially impossible, so they only need to cause chaos in Jiangnan for victory.

And the Twelve Primordial Spirits, after all, was just a recently established small team, although they made a considerable name for themselves, now able to establish a foothold in Jinling solely relying on one thing:

Li Yan’s identity as the living Yin messenger!

The reason for the attack was mostly due to this.

"Hehehe~"

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa, faintly appearing and disappearing in the thick fog, let out a chuckle, flicking her Water Sleeve, appearing like a ghost image on another side of the wall structure, "You are indeed smart, but alas, a beautiful scene does not last forever~"

Accompanied by a shrill, melodious opera tune, she whipped her pale Water Sleeve, and numerous dense silver threads whistled out, but instead of targeting the group, they probed into the thick fog outside the wall.

Pa-pa-pa-pa~

The sound of dense footsteps suddenly echoed from the darkness in all directions.

They saw silhouettes emerging from the walls, moving stiffly and bizarrely, yet very swiftly, just like string puppets, jumping into the courtyard.

In the dim light, the group could see, these were heavily decayed, emitting a strong corpse stench.

Some were dressed in tattered farmer’s tunics, some still bore the armor plates of soldiers, and others were only skeletal remains with rotting flesh, all with copper charms nailed to their foreheads.

"Be careful, it’s the Ghost-faced Rakshasa’s ’Silk Thread Puppet Show’!"

Fatty Lin’s face turned unpleasant as he hurriedly warned the group. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The Ghost-faced Rakshasa’s move was very famous in the Jiangnan Mysterious Sect, the Walking Corpses she controlled were unlike ordinary Evil Spirits that could be exorcised with talismans but needed to be completely smashed.

A ghost performing opera in the deep mountains at night has become taboo folklore among the people.

At the same time, the Ghost-faced Rakshasa’s mournful opera tune sounded again:

"It was supposed to be a beautiful scene, alas,

Who knew my puppet show would lead to Ghost Gate!

Bone Bell breaks the night’s silence, Rakshasa grips the lamp curtain,

In the three-foot Netherworld stage, everything enters puppet strings..."

"Damn coward, keeps shrieking!"

Sha Lifei turned his gun’s barrel, quickly pulling the trigger.

Boom!

Along with the sound of an explosion, smoke scattered, and half of the wall structure opposite collapsed, but even though the Ghost-faced Rakshasa was hit, she was still like before, dispersing into the fog.

The collapsing wall structure, however, allowed more puppets to flood in.

"Stop wasting time!"

Lv San’s face was grim as he held back Sha Lifei, "The entire garrison has fallen into an Illusion Array, it should be the Netherworld Stage, even Divine Skills are being interfered with, you can’t find the real body."

"Hold the formation, protect the Daoist!"

Sha Lifei gritted his teeth, refraining from shooting blindly.

At this moment, his heart was also full of helplessness.

The power of firearms was indisputable, his firearms sniping and Wu Ba’s Tiger-Squat Cannon were the most formidable long-range forces of the team, unknown numbers of enemies had perished to them.

However, in this situation, they were completely blinded.

Unable to hit the enemy, what’s the use of great power?

Just like Wu Ba’s Tiger-Squat Cannon, one shot could directly smash Du Weisi’s front door, but unable to find the array eye, the Illusion Array could not be broken, instead endangering the civilians outside.