Chapter 170: Needle

"Father, I have a way." Meng Yifan stuffed the few remaining Yin Spirit Stones into the Array Disk, then his internal Yin Spiritual Power surged, his right hand formed seals, and he cast one spell after another.

The Array Disk trembled slightly, emitting a humming sound, and then a wave of black mist silently spread toward the underground space.

Zuo Moyan could set up an array on the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower, turning that place into a valley and hills with complex terrain.

With a wave of his hand, the wind and clouds changed color, and high mountains rose; as his hand fell, the high mountains collapsed, turning into deep valleys.

Although all of this was merely transformed by an illusion, when the false is taken as true, the true also becomes false; if the illusion array is powerful enough, those trapped within the array cannot distinguish between truth and falsehood at all, and can only be left to be slaughtered.

Meng Yifan is currently a First-grade Immortal Cultivator; by exerting his full strength to drive the Array Disk, he can control that underground space with the array, causing all thirty-seven Martial Artists to fall into the illusion array.

However, Meng Yifan is after all only a First-grade Immortal Cultivator, and the Spirit Power within his body is limited; exerting the Array Disk with such full strength consumes a great deal of his own Yin Spiritual Power, and he can maintain it for at most twenty or thirty seconds—this time is very brief, but it is barely enough.

In the underground space, at some unknown moment, a layer of faint black mist floated, shrouding the entire space, making the lights dim, as if covered by a layer of light gauze, making everything look hazy.

Immediately following, the black mist eerily disappeared again, as if everything here were still completely normal.

"It's done, we can move." Meng Yifan flicked his right hand, and Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals appeared once more; they all dove toward the underground space.

The array Meng Yifan is currently casting can boost the ghost soldiers and ghost generals and suppress the Martial Artists' Three Yang Fires, causing the combat power of the ghost soldiers and ghost generals to increase greatly.

"Eh! Something's not right." A Second Grade High-Level Guard, 'Wang Gangdan', keenly felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped by seven or eight degrees all of a sudden; he paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, and ran quickly toward the bronze bell at the entrance of the passage.

As long as he can ring the bronze bell, experts from other parts of the Three Great Gangs will quickly rush over to provide support.

Wang Gangdan was only thirty-some meters away from the bronze bell; according to his speed, it should take less than a second to run over, but now he had been running for over ten seconds, and that bronze bell was still thirty-some meters away from him.

It was as if Wang Gangdan was running, and that bronze bell was also retreating in sync; this eerie feeling made him feel so depressed he wanted to vomit blood, and he also knew that something was definitely wrong with the surroundings, somewhat like being trapped in an array.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!" Wang Gangdan sank his Qi into his dantian, drove his True Qi, opened his mouth, and with his throat vibrating, he unleashed the Lion's Roar.

The Lion's Roar is a type of sonic technique; after being unleashed with full strength, even the air vibrates.

The black mist shrouding the underground space swayed slightly, just like ripples spreading across a calm lake surface; the other Martial Artist guards in the vicinity were all startled awake, noticing the abnormality around them.

The guards wanted to get close to each other to deal with the potential enemy, but they soon discovered that no matter how they ran, they could not get close to their companions, as if they had all been separated and were in different spaces.

They could only see each other, but it was impossible to ever walk over.

"An array, this is an Immortal Cultivator's array." Wang Gangdan unleashed the Lion Roar Technique again, longing to transmit his voice out, but suddenly, he discovered layers of black mist emerging around him, gathering toward him; the black mist gathered more and more, as thick as dark clouds about to rain.

Originally, Wang Gangdan's Lion Roar Technique could trigger air vibrations to alert the other guards, but as the black mist gathered, the air seemed to become heavy; although Wang Gangdan's Lion Roar Technique could still make the air vibrate, the amplitude of the vibration was clearly much smaller, and the transmission distance decreased accordingly.

The guards all realized they were trapped in an Immortal Cultivator's array; they all gripped their weapons tightly, observing the surrounding environment vigilantly, ready to deal with any danger that might appear at any time.

Meng Yifan was outside presiding over the array; when Wang Gangdan unleashed the Lion's Roar, the sound waves came through, making his ears hum and causing him to be secretly shocked.

Fortunately, when Meng Yifan was setting up the array, he focused on sealing the entrance and exit of the underground space, otherwise, if Wang Gangdan had unleashed the Lion Roar Technique, it really might have been possible to transmit the information out.

Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals had already appeared in the underground space; their primary mission was to destroy the gunpowder and other flammable materials, and only then to kill the enemy.

After Meng Yifan became an Immortal Cultivator, he used Yin Spiritual Power to re-temper the bodies of these ghost soldiers and ghost generals, which also caused the strength of the ghost soldiers and ghost generals to increase greatly.

A First Grade Ghost Soldier's soul body is loose and cannot yet interfere with physical objects; their attack methods are very limited, mainly attacking the Divine Soul.

A Second Grade Ghost Soldier can already drive objects, but the physical objects they can drive are all very light in mass; they can only drive a thin piece of paper, or the lightest Embroidered Needle, and their main attack method is also directly attacking the Divine Soul.

A Third Grade Ghost General is different; their soul bodies are condensed, having turned from void to solid, and they can already interfere with reality; the weight of the physical objects they can drive is much stronger; Zhang Butou can now drive with full strength and can lift a physical object weighing at most one jin.

Do not underestimate this one hundred grams of physical object; one must know that the weight of an Embroidered Needle is two grams, so one hundred grams is fifty needles.

Meng Yifan specially forged five two-inch-long large-headed needles for Zhang Butou; Zhang Butou used Yin Qi to drive these five large-headed needles, and using them was simply ghostly and unpredictable, making it impossible for people to guard against.

The guards inside the underground space were all trapped by Meng Yifan using the array; Zhang Butou drove the five large-headed needles, cutting the fuses of the gunpowder and other flammable materials, and then it was time to eliminate this group of guards.

Meng Yifan's Spirit Power is limited, and the Yin Spirit Stones maintaining the Array Disk were already incomplete; the time left for Zhang Butou and the other ghost soldiers and ghost generals was not much, so they had to make a quick decision.

"Ah!" Wang Gangdan was still shouting at the top of his lungs, longing to shake away the black mist blocking his front.

Suddenly, two pitch-black large-headed needles drilled out from the black mist, flying toward Wang Gangdan's eyes.

"Roar!" Wang Gangdan did not panic in the face of danger; he again sank his Qi into his dantian and roared angrily at the two large-headed needles; circles of sound waves spread out from his mouth, actually causing the speed of those two large-headed needles to plummet, and then Wang Gangdan swung the bronze hammer in his hand and knocked the two large-headed needles flying.

But before Wang Gangdan could heave a sigh of relief, he felt a sharp pain below; looking down, he realized that while he was blocking the two large-headed needles stabbing at his eyes, there were two more large-headed needles hiding in the black mist, silently approaching his body, and then, like a poisonous snake emerging from its hole, they suddenly drilled out and directly stabbed into his two balls.

Meng Yifan was controlling the array and had a clear view of every move of the people inside; when he saw Zhang Butou's two ball-piercing large-headed needles, he couldn't help but feel a chill below, muttering: "Damn, I couldn't tell; Zhang Butou is too ruthless, who can stand this."

"Ah! Ah!" Wang Gangdan let out a miserable, inhuman scream; what terrified him even more was that those damn large-headed needles were actually poisoned; at this moment, he felt his two balls were as if they had been splashed with sulfuric acid, burning with pain, and even wisps of black smoke emitting a corrosive aura emerged, which made Wang Gangdan want to die.

The balls were poisoned and definitely could not be used in the future; not only that, but the poison on the balls was spreading rapidly, causing Wang Gangdan's True Qi circulation to slow down significantly.

"Whoosh!" Wang Gangdan reached out, wanting to pull out the two damn large-headed needles, but suddenly, another large-headed needle flew out, aiming for his throat.

"Bastard!" Wang Gangdan swung the bronze hammer in his hand, barely blocking one large-headed needle, but the two large-headed needles he had knocked away at the beginning actually made a turn in mid-air and flew toward his two temples.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Wang Gangdan's two bronze hammers flew up and down, wanting to protect his vital points, but those large-headed needles in the black mist were actually like Flying Swords, appearing and disappearing, making his defense very strenuous.

Under these circumstances, Wang Gangdan had no time at all to pull out the large-headed needles on his balls and could only use twenty percent of his True Qi to seal those two large-headed needles, barely suppressing the spread of the poison.

"Hehe, the experiment is over; time is limited, you can go die now." Zhang Butou walked out from the black mist; his body was like a gust of wind, rushing fiercely toward Wang Gangdan.