Just then.
The Intelligence Sign-In System trembled slightly once more.
[Special location detected: Edge of the Central Continent’s Eerie Warzone—Convergence Point of Ten Thousand Wraiths.]
[Would you like to sign in?]
Wang Hao’s eyes lit up.
“Sign in.”
[Sign-in successful.]
[Obtained: Wraith-Suppressing War Banner.]
[Wraith-Suppressing War Banner: A one-use battlefield treasure. Once planted in a leyline node, it can temporarily suppress the movements of eerie entities below Level Nine within a hundred-mile radius and weaken the flow of eerie qi. Duration: one quarter of an hour.]
[Intelligence updated: Ji Wushang uses a Level Ten eerie domain to absorb the deathly aura of the battlefield. Its absorption efficiency depends on four eerie-domain nodes. Nearest current node: Blackbone Hill, three hundred miles southeast of the ruins of the Solar Sacred Ground.]
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.
Four eerie-domain nodes.
In other words, Ji Wushang was not simply devouring the energy of the entire battlefield out of thin air.
It needed nodes to convert it.
If those nodes were destroyed, its absorption efficiency could be weakened.
Wang Hao looked southeast.
Black qi surged into the sky there.
A hill made of countless white bones was slowly writhing.
Large numbers of eerie entities guarded Blackbone Hill.
The strongest among them were only Level Eight.
There were no Level Nines.
Much less any Transcendents.
The main battlefield was too intense. Clearly, Ji Wushang did not regard the peripheral nodes as especially important.
Or perhaps...
It simply believed that no one could accurately locate the nodes amid such a chaotic battle.
Unfortunately for it...
Wang Hao had cheats.
A slow smile curved across Wang Hao’s lips.
“Brothers.”
“We’ve got work.”
New Emperor Sword said excitedly, “Another chance to scavenge?”
Wang Hao shook his head.
“No.”
“This time, we’re pulling off something big.”
Yin Jiuyou’s eyes gleamed.
“How big?”
Wang Hao looked toward Blackbone Hill.
“We’re smashing Ji Wushang’s rice bowl.”
Everyone was instantly energized.
Wang Hao took out the Wraith-Suppressing War Banner.
The banner was pitch-black from end to end, its surface covered in ancient wraith-suppressing runes.
Merely holding it caused the eerie qi in the surroundings to sink slightly, as though pressed down by an invisible weight.
The Demon Lord’s gaze shifted.
“Fine item.”
“It’s single-use,” Wang Hao said.
The Demon Lord asked, “You’re using it at Blackbone Hill?”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Ji Wushang is using the nodes to devour the battlefield’s deathly aura.”
“Blackbone Hill is one of them.”
“Destroy it, and Ji Wushang will at least go hungry for a while.”
Yin Jiuyou asked quietly, “Your Majesty, what good is making it hungry for a while?”
Wang Hao looked toward the main battlefield.
There, thirty Transcendent Ancestors and the Central Continent allied forces were desperately holding Ji Wushang back.
“If it goes hungry for a while, it may recover one fewer wound.”
“If it recovers one fewer wound, the Transcendent Ancestors may be able to hold on for another moment.”
“If they hold on for another moment, then I can pick up... make more arrangements.”
Everyone tactfully ignored that word in the middle.
Wang Hao waved a hand.
“All forces of Great Xia.”
“Move out.”
The spirit vessel descended and sped toward Blackbone Hill.
Around Blackbone Hill, tens of thousands of eerie entities raised their heads at once.
They sensed the presence of the living.
More importantly, they sensed the threat of the Wraith-Suppressing War Banner.
The next instant—
A black tide came crashing toward them.
Han Shanyue let out a furious roar, his blood qi sweeping forward like a mountain range.
“Protect His Majesty!”
The Demon Lord’s demonic qi transformed into a sea, engulfing swathes of eerie entities.
Blood Wuhen transformed into a blood-colored blade and plunged into the black tide.
New Emperor Sword was so excited that it practically lost its mind.
“They’re all mine!”
“Don’t steal them!”
With a single slash, devouring black light swept away dozens of low-level eerie entities.
Wang Hao stood at the bow of the ship, his robes snapping in the wind.
Facing the surging black tide, he raised his right hand.
Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm.
First Palm!
A gigantic golden palm descended, blasting apart a hundred eerie entities.
Second Palm!
The earth collapsed, splitting the black tide apart.
Third Palm!
Fourth Palm!
Fifth Palm!
Wang Hao struck continuously.
Imperial dragon qi coiled around the palm imprints, each strike heavier than the last.
By the sixth palm, a bloody path had been forcibly carved open before Blackbone Hill.
The Central Continent cultivators nearby were stunned.
“Is that the Great Xia Emperor?”
“Isn’t he only at the second level of the Martial God Realm?”
“A second-level Martial God can fight like that?”
“That palm technique is at least Saint-grade—no, it might even be God-grade!”
Wang Hao ignored their astonished cries.
The injuries inside his body had not fully recovered.
Using the Heaven-Imprisoning Earth-Overturning Palm in succession sent stabbing pain through his meridians once again.
Yet his gaze remained icy.
His steps never slowed.
At the center of Blackbone Hill, a massive bone well emerged.
Black qi continuously poured from the well toward the main battlefield.
That was the core of the node.
Wang Hao drew out the Wraith-Suppressing War Banner.
“Han Shanyue, clear the way.”
Han Shanyue roared. A hundred-foot giant formed from blood qi manifested behind him, ramming through the last wave of the eerie tide.
The Demon Lord raised a hand and held down the black qi erupting from the bone well.
“Now!”
Wang Hao leapt from the spirit vessel.
Holding the Wraith-Suppressing War Banner, he drove it directly toward the leyline node at the edge of the bone well.
Just as the banner was about to fall—
A pale giant hand suddenly reached out from the bone well.
The hand was covered in miniature pupils—shrunken versions of Ji Wushang’s broken eerie eyes.
Ji Wushang’s voice emerged from the well.
“Wang Hao.”
“You again.”
Wang Hao smiled.
“Surprised?”
“Didn’t see that coming, did you?”
The pale giant hand reached for Wang Hao.
The force it carried had already surpassed that of an ordinary Martial God.
If it caught him, Wang Hao would be severely injured even if he survived.
The willpower of the masses glimmered faintly, seemingly ready to protect its master at any moment.
But Wang Hao did not retreat.
With his right hand, he planted the banner.
With his left, he raised his hand.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower appeared.
The gate of the eighth floor opened.
A thunder phoenix burst forth.
Boom!
The thunder phoenix slammed into the pale giant hand, blasting it to a halt.
That brief pause was all he needed.
The Wraith-Suppressing War Banner fell.
Buzz!
The black banner pierced the leyline.
Within a hundred-mile radius, every eerie entity froze at the same time.
The black qi erupting from the bone well came to an abrupt standstill.
Blackbone Hill shook violently.
The next moment—
Wang Hao gripped New Emperor Sword, flooding the blade with imperial dragon qi.
“Nine Swords That Split the Heavens.”
“First Sword.”
“Sever!”
The sword light fell.
The bone well cracked open.
Blackbone Hill let out a scream like that of a living creature.
At the heart of the main battlefield—
Ji Wushang’s enormous eerie body suddenly stiffened.
Its half-repaired broken eerie eye began to ooze black blood once more.
All thirty Transcendent Ancestors sensed the opportunity at once.
Ancestor Xingchen roared, “Someone destroyed one of its nodes!”
“Attack!”
The morale of the Central Continent allied forces soared.
Countless divine abilities bombarded Ji Wushang once more.
Before Blackbone Hill, Wang Hao withdrew New Emperor Sword.
The blade was stained with eerie qi resembling black bone marrow.
New Emperor Sword was so thrilled that its voice cracked.
“Master!”
“This stuff is an incredible tonic!”
Wang Hao looked at the collapsing Blackbone Hill and said calmly, “Eat quickly.”
“The banner will lose its effect in one quarter of an hour.”
Yin Jiuyou poked his head out from the side.
“Your Majesty, what do we do next?”
Wang Hao looked toward the other three faintly visible nodes of eerie qi in the distance.
A smile touched his lips.
“Of course, we keep going.”
“Ji Wushang is eating the Central Continent.”
“I’m smashing its bowls.”
“And while we’re at it...”
He glanced at several fragments of damaged ancestral artifacts exposed deep within Blackbone Hill, items that had been drawn in by the eerie domain.
“Pick up a little gold from around the bowl.”
Ji Wushang fled.
Or rather, it made a strategic withdrawal.
Even in retreat, a Level Ten eerie entity fled with the grandeur of a world-ending calamity.
Behind it, its Level Ten eerie domain contracted into a black river of heaven that stretched across the north.
Wherever it passed, mountain ranges withered, rivers flowed backward, and the protective formations around cities shattered layer by layer.
Large numbers of eerie entities that had failed to retreat in time were devoured by it in turn, becoming nourishment to mend its eerie body.
To it, low-level eerie entities were not subordinates.
They were rations.
This was the order of eerie entities.
The weak submitted.
And after submitting, they were eaten.
Perfectly reasonable.
As Ji Wushang fled northward, he let out a low, eerie voice.
It seemed to roll up from the deepest depths of hell, making the souls of every living thing along its path tremble.
“The Sixteen Sacred Grounds…”
“I shall remember this…”
“When my aberrant eye is restored…”
“Thunder Extremity will be the first to fall…”
“Then Lunar…”
“Blood Lotus, Sword Mound, Mountains and Rivers, Boundless…”
“Not one of you will be spared…”
His voice carried across ten thousand miles.
Everyone in the Twelve Sacred Grounds went green.
The Lord of Thunder Zenith had only just had half his body reattached. Upon hearing the words “Thunder Extremity will be the first to fall,” he nearly split apart again on the spot.
“It wasn’t Thunder Extremity!”
“How many times must I say it? It wasn’t Thunder Extremity!”
The Thunder Zenith Ancestor beside him wore a grim expression.
“What’s the point of shouting at it?”
“If it were willing to reason, it wouldn’t be an aberration.”
The Lord of Thunder Zenith trembled with rage.
“Then who was it?”
“Who could wield the Thunder Extremity manifestation and unleash such a violet thunder dragon?”
The Thunder Zenith Ancestor fell silent.
That violet thunder dragon truly was far too distinctive.
There were no shortage of factions in Central Continent skilled in lightning arts, but lightning of that caliber—capable of injuring Ji Wushang’s aberrant eye—was no ordinary technique.
Several possible suspects flashed through his mind.
Yet none of them fit.
Because the black-robed man had used more than lightning arts.
He had used the manifestations of the Sixteen Sacred Grounds.
That was the truly absurd part.
One man mastering the inheritances of all Sixteen Sacred Grounds?
Ridiculous.
And yet, they had seen it with their own eyes.
Within the Lunar Sacred Ground camp—
The Lord of Lunar Shade’s face was frosty.
“Investigate.”
“Once the battle is over, we must determine who he is.”
“That man impersonated our Sacred Grounds and acted in our name, causing Lunar grievous losses.”
A female elder said softly, “My Lord, although that man made us take the blame, he did indeed grievously wound Ji Wushang.”
“If he had not intervened, the main battlefield might already have collapsed.”
The Lord of Lunar Shade gave her a cold look.
“That is precisely why I need to know who he is.”
“A man capable of grievously injuring a level-ten aberration while framing the Twelve Sacred Grounds…”
“Such a person is more dangerous than an ordinary enemy.”
The female elder dared not speak again.
Over at Sword Mound Sacred Ground, the expressions of several sword-cultivating ancestors were colder than their blades.
What they found most intolerable was not being made to take the blame.
It was that the black-robed man had used the Sword Mound Sacred Ground manifestation.
And he had used it rather well.
That left Sword Mound Sacred Ground deeply uncomfortable.
If they cursed him for stealing their arts, he had indeed helped them grievously wound the aberration.
If they praised his swordsmanship, he had also caused Ji Wushang to place Sword Mound on his list of targets marked for death.
A Sword Mound elder clenched his teeth.
“That sword strike carried the intent to cleave open heaven itself.”
“Yet it was disguised as Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Mound.”
“This man’s attainments in the sword are exceptionally high.”
Another said coldly, “There are not many people in Central Continent with swordsmanship like that.”
“What about the Eastern Wasteland?”
As those words fell, they all went silent.
The Eastern Wasteland.
Great Xia.
Wang Hao.
That name was like a thorn driven into their hearts.
But soon, one ancestor shook his head.
“Impossible.”
“Wang Hao is only at the second level of the Martial God Realm.”
“No matter how monstrous his talent may be, he could not possibly approach Ji Wushang head-on and grievously wound it.”
Another elder hesitated.
“But he did injure Ji Wushang’s aberrant eye before.”
They fell silent once more.
That fact unsettled them deeply.
For once something absurd had happened once, it could happen a second time.
But they had no proof.
Besides, what mattered more now was hunting down Ji Wushang—or preventing Ji Wushang from turning back and wiping out their sects.
After a brief period of reorganization, the Central Continent allied forces began their pursuit.
The warships of the Ancient Qin Imperial Dynasty formed their ranks anew.
The monks of the Temple of Myriad Buddhas performed rites for the dead upon the battlefield.
Heavenly Demon Mountain gathered up the corpses of its beasts, preventing them from being contaminated by aberrant qi.
Meanwhile, the Twelve Sacred Grounds continued cursing the mastermind behind it all, even as they had no choice but to keep sending forward their ancestral artifacts, hidden reserves, and long-sealed ancestors.
They had no other choice.
Ji Wushang had made his intentions clear.
Once it recovered from its injuries, the Sacred Grounds would be the first to face its reckoning.
And it had specifically named Thunder Extremity, Lunar, Blood Lotus, and Sword Mound.
The faces of the lords of those named Sacred Grounds grew darker and darker.
Wang Hao’s Great Xia spirit vessel trailed far behind the allied army.
He controlled the distance with impeccable precision.
Too close, and Ji Wushang might discover them.
Too far, and they would not be able to pick up any spoils.
It was an art in itself.
Yin Jiuyou stood at the prow, holding a broken formation compass he had just picked up from the battlefield as he carefully calculated a safe distance.
“Your Majesty, five hundred li ahead, there is a stretch of wrecked warships contaminated by aberrant qi.”
“Judging by the markings, they appear to be transport vessels from Golden Pavilion Sacred Ground.”
Wang Hao was meditating to regulate his breathing. At Yin Jiuyou’s words, he opened his eyes.
“How severe is the contamination?”
Yin Jiuyou replied, “Sixty percent.”
Wang Hao asked, “How valuable?”
Yin Jiuyou turned solemn.
“Ninety percent.”
Wang Hao nodded.
“Rescue them.”
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