Chapter 951: War of Wealth and Strength (3)

The demon army flew into a rage, following their invincible vanguard great general Yin Wu Shuang, they attacked the city wall in a frenzied, desperate manner.

Li Ergouzi laughed.

On his pallid, semi-translucent face, a hint of mocking smile appeared, like a country landlord standing on the high steps of his own gate, looking down on the beggars kneeling and begging on the ground.

Yin Wu Shuang approached the city wall, closer and closer, ever nearer.

When the distance to the city wall was only three li, Yin Wu Shuang's saber suddenly flew from his hand; a saber about a zhang long transformed in the wind into a length of over ten li, and he brought it down in a single strike upon the city wall protected by only two or three faint layers of light.

Li Ergouzi let out a strange cry, then pulled two pitch-black objects from his sleeve.

He casually tossed one of them into the sky, and saw a pitch-black large net, reeking of a foul odor, whoosh up to mid‑high altitude, scooping up the huge saber in one motion.

Amidst a hissing sound, countless black viscous fluids sprayed from the net; Yin Wu Shuang's saber, also an innate spiritual treasure, was soaked in the black liquid—no one knew what vicious substance it was—and the saber immediately frothed with a large amount of white foam.

Before Yin Wu Shuang could retrieve his weapon, he heard several muffled cracks; the saber that had accompanied him in battle for at least ten thousand years snapped into over a dozen pieces inside the black net.

Riding his skeleton horse forward at full speed, Yin Wu Shuang felt his head jerk, his chest ache, and a mouthful of blood spurted out; from both eyes, ears, and nostrils, blood gushed forth like a fountain, shooting several zhang high.

His body swayed, and he fell straight off the skeleton horse.

The skeleton horse continued to gallop forward in gleeful abandon, with one of Yin Wu Shuang's feet caught in the stirrup; the reckless beast dragged him along at a full sprint, his head striking the ground, sending up sparks in a series of 'thud-thud-thud' sounds and carving dozens of large pits in the earth.

The other pitch‑black object in Li Ergouzi's hand was likewise thrown.

It was a black jade bottle.

Li Ergouzi hurled the jade bottle with all his might, blood spraying from his seven orifices; Yin Wu Shuang, being dragged forward by the skeleton horse, had no time to block or dodge.

Not a single one of the several hundred thousand demon troops behind him reacted.

In the minds of those demon troops, how could their vanguard great general possibly be harmed by something thrown by a worthless nobody like Li Ergouzi?

The jade bottle struck Yin Wu Shuang's forehead.

With a crisp crack, the jade bottle burst open; inside was the toxic blood squeezed from the lumps on Old Lump's back.

Old Lump—the very first Dao Seal condensed on him was the Toxic Dao Seal; every bit of his flesh and blood was filled with dreadful poison.

The jade bottle burst, releasing a pale‑green, faint plasma tinged with the fresh fragrance of lingzhi and ginseng, which splashed across Yin Wu Shuang's face. A anguished howl rang out—Yin Wu Shuang was horribly disfigured.

Half of his brain was completely corroded away by Old Lump's toxic fluid.

A dim demonic light flew from Yin Wu Shuang's skull—a palm‑sized black jade talisman bearing a faint demon seal. The seal exploded, and a towering demonic might surged upward with a howl.

The toxic blood clinging to Yin Wu Shuang's head was lifted by that demonic light to mid‑high altitude; two overwhelming heavenly pressures rubbed together, ground each other down, and ultimately annihilated each other.

Most of the poison dissipated, the toxic blood vaporized in the air into a seven‑colored toxic cloud spanning roughly a li, drifting slowly downward.

Several hundred thousand demon troops just happened to march into that toxic cloud.

With a hissing sound, about four thousand demon troops collapsed silently; along with their armor, weapons, and everything they carried, they turned into wisps of smoke that drifted away in the toxic cloud.

Yin Wu Shuang let out a mournful howl; his face, corroded by the toxic blood, became a sunken bowl‑like shape.

Though his cultivation had reached the half‑step venerable level, such injuries, while appearing horrendous, posed no threat to his life.

Although both eyeballs had been eaten away by the toxic blood, Yin Wu Shuang, staring at his own blood‑slicked, sunken "face skin", punched his runaway skeleton horse flying and slowly rose to his feet.

He lifted his head and fixed a stare on Li Ergouzi.

"Good, good, very good!" Yin Wu Shuang said leisurely. "You actually still have such a vicious thing in your hand… the natal blood of a demon venerable who cultivates the poisonous Dao?"

"If it weren't for the life‑preserving demon talisman bestowed by my cousin Yin Wu Ying, this general would really have been trapped here by you today."

"Able to destroy this general's natal demon weapon—your big net is impressive!"

Yin Wu Shuang chuckled "hee‑hee‑hee" and said leisurely, "You little brat, you're filthy rich."

Yin Wu Shuang roughly understood what Li Ergouzi meant by "risking everything he owns to fight me to the death."

This pitch‑black large net is obviously a tremendous treasure.

And that bottle of a demon venerable's natal blood is an unsurpassed secret weapon for ambush—even a moment's carelessness would fall prey to it.

If it weren't him, Yin Wu Shuang, and instead some other subordinate of his elder brother Yin Wu Ying—even those army commander great generals whose strength slightly surpassed his—if they took that bottle head‑on, they would surely die.

A surge of fury rushed to his head; Yin Wu Shuang swallowed a few life‑saving, wound‑healing Great Dao Precious Pills, then bellowed: "Charge, kill, breach the city, slaughter the city!"

While roaring hoarsely, Yin Wu Shuang hastily retreated.

A demon leader—a qualified demon leader—even if consumed by rage, will not readily go all‑out.

Yin Wu Shuang withdrew several hundred li, summoned several hundred demon troops to guard him nearby. While feeling the slight itch as the Great Dao Precious Pills minutely repaired the wounds on his face, he coldly watched Li Ergouzi on the city wall.

"Everyone else, kill… this scoundrel, keep him alive—definitely keep him alive, make sure he's completely unharmed, and bring him before this general." Yin Wu Shuang muttered the order to his trusted commanders nearby.

Yin Wu Shuang's order was quickly carried out.

The demon troops assaulting the city avoided that stretch of wall where Li Ergouzi stood, fearing that even a single strike might accidentally injure a hair of his.

After all, the grand defensive formation of Killing Ghosts 108th City was down to only two or three layers of protective light, and it seemed about to shatter completely.

The demon troops rushed to the foot of the wall, forming a massive battle array; a towering phantom of a nine‑headed, hundred‑armed demon god slowly emerged from the array, gripping a hundred long blades, sweeping up vast sheets of demonic light‑blade, and came down heavily upon the wall.

On the wall, Li Ergouzi gritted his teeth and roared again: "No matter, no matter—I, Dog Grandpa, am just a spendthrift!"

He stomped his foot, face twisted in agony, and shook his hand to launch three formation platforms.

The three platforms were surrounded by thousands of formation disks, implements, and flags; instantly, radiant light burst forth in the void, dozens of awe‑inspiring archways appeared out of nowhere, spraying myriad auspicious lights that enveloped the entire city.

The colossal demon‑god phantom swung its blade heavily, and in an instant thousands of blades rained down.

The three platforms remained unmoved; the dozens of archways hovered in the void, the auspicious light‑clouds they emitted merely trembling slightly.

The fledgling "face skin" that had just grown on Yin Wu Shuang twitched several times.