Chapter 185: Broken Spear

Corpses turned into crimson threads, all sucked into the lizard-headed True Lord’s mouth.

The soldiers couldn’t see the eerie entity, but they saw the flesh and blood turn into threads of blood, flying all toward the enemy’s altar, then vanishing.

An eerie entity!

That eerie entity is up to something.

The eerie entity is eating corpses—will it eat me too?

Seeing this eerie scene, the militia’s expressions turned terrified.

Fear of eerie entities was etched into their instincts.

Li Lin shouted: “Don’t worry—the Tree Immortal Lady will protect us. The enemy’s eerie entities cannot enter.”

Hearing this, everyone looked up again at the peach tree phantom in the night sky, and their fear eased somewhat.

The lizard-headed True Lord quickly devoured all the corpses beneath the city wall.

With nourishment, his form grew even taller.

Then he looked up and smirked mockingly at the peach blossom phantom in the air.

Qin Donglai turned and bowed: “Please, True Lord, break through the city wall for me.”

The lizard-headed True Lord nodded and floated slowly forward.

As it drew closer, Li Lin realized the True Lord’s size was truly exaggerated.

At least two zhang tall.

At this moment, Bai Zhiwei, Bai Bufan, Ding Yingqiu, and all the Spirit Hunters from Yulin County stood behind Li Lin.

Li Lin said to several company commanders: “Go down. Follow the plan.”

The company commanders went down, taking most of the militia with them.

The number of men on the wall dropped sharply.

At that moment, the lizard-man drifted over.

Only about ten zhang from the wall.

Then it extended its claw.

A strange yin energy condensed in its right claw, rapidly taking shape.

A gray mist, compressed, became a spinning black bead in less than two breaths.

Its surface was smooth and gleaming.

Yet every Spirit Hunter felt an astonishing aura radiating from the bead.

Ding Yingqiu couldn’t help hissing: “This is lethal! I can’t believe Spirit Hunters above fourth-rank could handle a giant eerie entity. How strong are those old bastards in the capital?”

Li Lin said nothing.

The lizard-headed True Lord stared at the phantom, smirking challengingly.

The black bead began trembling rapidly, as if about to launch.

Just as the bead in its hand was about to be “shot,” the peach tree phantom above the county vanished.

The Tree Immortal Lady, only slightly more than half a zhang tall, appeared three zhang in front of the lizard-headed True Lord.

Half a zhang versus two zhang—their sizes were not on the same level.

The lizard-headed True Lord’s eyes showed contempt; it pressed its right claw forward, intending to crush the Tree Immortal Lady into dust.

But at that moment, the Tree Immortal Lady moved.

Beside her, a peach tree suddenly appeared.

The tree was covered in peach blossoms, then petals fell, swirling through the air.

The entire world seemed to turn pink.

Even ordinary soldiers who couldn’t see eerie entities saw the endless rain of peach blossoms.

“So beautiful!” Ding Yingqiu couldn’t help sighing.

In this beautiful scene, the lizard-headed True Lord suddenly froze.

Its eyes grew dazed.

The Tree Immortal Lady strained to twist her neck, looked at Li Lin, and slowly nodded.

“Sound the horn!” Li Lin said at once.

The soldiers beside him immediately picked up a horn and blew a long, muffled note.

The sound echoed across the entire county.

The city gate opened; several company commanders led the charge, rushing out.

Li Lin used his Light Body Technique, gripping his spear, and leapt straight off the wall.

The other Spirit Hunters followed immediately.

“For the County Magistrate, for the folks behind us—follow me and kill the enemy!”

Su Huafang roared and charged at the front.

Soldiers raised their weapons, screaming wildly, rushing forward.

At this moment, Qin Donglai’s face showed surprise.

Normally, except for border troops, all other militia and imperial guards in the Great Qi were cowards who only knew how to defend walls.

Then his gaze fell on the lizard-headed True Lord, frozen midair. He sighed helplessly: “I knew these eerie entities couldn’t be trusted—stuck by a petty county’s True Lord. All that blood he ate, and he’s useless.”

Qin Donglai waved his hand; his gaunt southern barbarian soldiers began advancing.

Unlike the Yulin County militia, they made no sound—only advanced in silence.

Qin Donglai watched Su Huafang charging at the front; the distance between them was now only a dozen zhang. He could see the young, unpolished face.

“Fresh fool. Dies fastest.”

He spun sharply, a bowstring appearing in his hand; he planted his stance, nocked an arrow, drew the bow—then his brow twitched violently. He immediately dropped the arrow and leapt backward.

In that instant, a purple heavenly lightning bolt struck from above.

Boom—it hit the ground half a zhang in front of him.

The distance was nearly brushing his face.

Qin Donglai saw the jagged edges of the lightning, saw stones blasted from the ground.

Qin Donglai landed, looked ahead—and saw Li Lin standing ten zhang away, the Great Qi militia surging past him.

The man stood straight as a rock in a rushing stream.

So fast a Thunderbolt Spell?

Qin Donglai faintly sensed things slipping from his control.

Whether it was the lizard-headed True Lord being immobilized—or the speed of this man’s progress.

Just months ago, his Thunderbolt Spell wasn’t this powerful, nor cast this quickly.

Qin Donglai nocked another arrow, aiming now not at Su Huafang, but at Li Lin.

The man in the red official robe.

But as soon as the arrow touched the string, he leapt back again.

Another massive purple lightning bolt struck before him.

This time, closer to his body.

He could even feel the heat radiating from the lightning.

The opponent had gotten faster.

As Qin Donglai thought this, a third Thunderbolt Spell descended.

He scrambled away in panic—the heavenly lightning struck an inch from his forehead.

He even smelled his hair burning.

This isn’t right. This isn’t right!

He roared in fury inside.

This shouldn’t be happening.

When he arrived, he was confident.

To break the city, he brought over a thousand men—and even a True Lord.

With this force, crushing a petty county should’ve been effortless.

So why had it turned like this?

And now, another heavenly lightning bolt fell.

The opponent’s speed in casting Thunderbolt grew faster each time.

This time, his body was still mid-leap—with nowhere to dodge.

But the purple lightning had already formed in the air—he couldn’t escape.

He gritted his teeth and hurled his iron-bow upward with all his strength!

Boom.

The purple lightning struck the iron-bow.

It exploded.

Wood splinters and iron shards flew everywhere; one shard pierced his shoulder.

Qin Donglai grunted in pain.

(End of Chapter)