Chapter 949

Yin Wushuang flew into a rage.

The 108th Slay Ghost City, aside from the city defense grand formation being somewhat sturdier, everything else, in Yin Wushuang's eyes, is dog-shit!

Dog-shit-like commander!

Dog-shit-like soldiers!

Dog-shit-like armaments!

Dog-shit-like battle tactics!

Having fought who knows how many years against the Fufeng Shen Chao, Yin Wushuang has experienced at least tens of thousands of big and small battles, yet he has never seen such a dilapidated city, such dilapidated commanders, such dilapidated soldiers, such dilapidated armaments, and such dilapidated battle tactics.

Everything is dilapidated; under the frenzied assault of the twenty-seven demon armies, they immediately breached the thirteen-layer city defense grand formation, and the whole city seemed as if it could be taken in a single drumbeat.

On the city wall, he looked sordid, his aura sordid, constantly stuffing various suspiciously colored pills into his mouth, constantly forcing his spirits up, his face and eyes bloodshot red, making people fear he might drop dead at any moment—this Li Ergouzi did something that almost made Yin Wushuang vomit blood.

On the city wall, the defending soldiers ran about like headless flies.

The arrows fell sparsely, like sparrows dropping dung, sparsely and weakly, scattered and drifting down from the city wall.

Various large war machines, such as bed crossbows and repeating crossbows, either collapsed on the spot or, handled by unfamiliar soldiers, fiddled with for a long time without managing to fire a single bolt.

Those imposing cannon platforms on the city wall, looking rather fearsome, were infiltrated by a group of ragged soldiers; after some unknown messing about, a large crowd of soldiers came running out of the platforms, wailing and scrambling everywhere.

Soldiers far and near wailed hysterically, and within a few breaths they had vanished from sight.

"Boom—" sounded repeatedly dozens of times; the thirty-some cannon platforms on the city wall, for unknown reasons, exploded on the spot.

Among the twenty-seven demon armies, someone had already brutally unleashed a heavenly talent divine ability, climbing up the smooth city wall to the battlements, now gazing across the protective grand formation at the defenders on the wall.

Suddenly, the defenders fled, the cannon platforms exploded, and those demon troops who had just climbed onto the wall and couldn't yet enter the city were instantly blown to smithereens.

All the city defense grand formations are designed to keep out external attacks but not internal ones; an attack from within can easily pass through the formation to strike enemies outside.

Thus, over a thousand of the most brave demon warriors watched helplessly as the nearby cannon platforms exploded almost right in their faces; amidst the deafening roar, fire sprayed everywhere, and over a thousand demon warriors screamed as they were blown far away from the battlements.

Poor these demon warriors; they were none other than Yin Wushuang's most elite and bravest veteran troops, each possessing a high-level Fetal Storage cultivation, even approaching perfection.

As a result, those large cannon platforms exploded with a boom, over four hundred people were blown to bits, their souls scattered to the heavens, while others had their bones shattered and tendons torn, flying tens of miles away, collapsing on the ground unable to move.

However, the city wall had a perfect defensive prohibition; the destructive flood from the exploding cannon platforms was confined to a small area of a hundred Zhang radius, and miraculously, not a single fleeing defender was injured.

"I…" Yin Wushuang had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, nearly spitting it out.

"How could such a thing happen?"

"These dog-shit-like city defenders, without firing a single shot, actually relied on self-destructing cannon platforms to wipe out over four hundred of their own elite?"

Yin Wushuang's face darkened.

He, ashamed and angry, pointed at the battlements and shouted, "You lot, charge!"

Behind Yin Wushuang, the thirty-thousand-strong personal guard demon troops let out a shout, rolling black clouds surged up from their bodies, the military formation activated, and a huge demonic shadow with six heads and eighteen arms appeared upon the black clouds.

The thirty-thousand personal guard demon troops surged forward; the massive demonic shadow swung its eighteen long arms, and eighteen strange curved blades heavily struck the city defense grand formation. With each muffled blast echoing continuously, this single blow broke through three layers of the formation's light clusters.

"Charge up and slaughter them." Yin Wushuang excitedly sweated in his palms, he opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of fangs, and burst into loud laughter at Li Ergouzi standing on the city wall: "You lot, ready to die how?"

Li Ergouzi stood on the city wall, staring blankly at the demon troops attacking below, then suddenly waved his hand and said, "No good, no good, this life, we can't go on…… you bunch of good-for-nothings, usually you let us train……"

Li Ergouzi's words suddenly got swallowed back; he looked shamefaced and angry at the soldiers running all over the city wall, muttering, "Is it just that we owe you a little pay? As for usual training, weren't you all weak and listless?"

He shook his head, Li Ergouzi murmured, "No good, no good, really, no good."

He waved his hand.

Inside the gate tower, a group of brightly clad armor-clad figures, with faint spiritual light glimmering on their armor, obviously top-notch gear, yet each had a face full of brawn, their every move exuding violent and ferocious aura, and some bore faces of treachery and deceit, clearly no good fellows, who charged out.

These ruffians, reeking of market-town air and lacking any military bearing, shouted as they charged out.

Their cultivation was not weak either; each possessed Fetal Storage realm cultivation, and they apparently had trained in a quite good body-refining technique, yet they so brutally pushed the densely packed cannon platforms on the city wall straight off the wall.

Over two hundred large cannon platforms were thus shoved off the city wall.

Below the city wall, the demon troops were caught off guard and got smashed squarely by those platforms.

But these demon troops were also extremely strong in cultivation; those platforms weighing hundreds of thousands of catties fell from a two-li-high city wall, merely making their heads clang-clang, yet not a single one suffered even a light injury.

But before the demon troops could recover from the impact of these suddenly falling platforms, each platform suddenly lit up.

Then……

Over two hundred deafening blasts merged into one, flames shot skyward, thick smoke rolled, large swaths of demon troops were blown to pieces, and many more vomited blood as they were hurled tens of miles away.

"I… fuck!" The old blood in Yin Wushuang's throat finally spewed out.

Over two hundred large cannon platforms self-destructed, outright killing over ten thousand of his attacking demon troops!

Although each platform only killed fifty or sixty demon troops…… such losses, Yin Wushuang never imagined, in this dog-shit of a city, he would lose so many of his elite troops.

"You!" Yin Wushuang drew his side blade and pointed it viciously at Li Ergouzi.

Li Ergouzi, panting, his eyes bloodshot, stared at Yin Wushuang and shouted, "Grandson, if you don't give your grandfather a way out, I'll fight you to the death!"

Li Ergouzi pointed at Yin Wushuang and snarled provocatively, "If you've got the guts, come attack…… if you can't attack, then you're just my grandson!"