Chapter 886: If Tang Luo Doesn't Die, We Die

The dark green clouds approached; they were the legion of the Plague Knights.

Each one semi-transparent, some resembling jellyfish, existing solely to spread plague, slaughter, and destruction.

Actually, judging by appearance alone, these plague jellyfish are quite pretty—if one ignores the strange, twitching tentacles when they float.

The Plague Knights' legion arrived earliest and fastest.

The cultivators, blessed by Tang Luo's Boundless Buddhist Dharma, felt their blood boil, thinking they could overturn the heavens.

Seeing the plague jellyfish, the cultivators' hatred flared, turning into tangible spells and divine abilities that assaulted the dark green cloud from afar.

Boundless Buddhist Dharma is an enhancement; it does not make one lose sense, so they did not rashly charge into melee with the Plague Legion.

Unless one is the type whose brains are all muscle, a single spark setting off fireworks.

Thunder, fire, sword light, silk-like beams, yin energy, blood slaughter.

A splendid torrent of spells bombarded the dark green clouds.

Soon, these first‑appearing plague jellyfish all died under the attacks of nearly ten thousand cultivators.

But though they died, the terrifying plague toxin did not vanish; instead it spread, contaminating half the sky into a dark green expanse.

A few cultivators formed seals, mobilized their mana, and the howling wind swept up the dark green plague mist, blowing it toward the other side.

There, the legion of the Grey Hunger Knights happened to appear.

It was struck squarely by the green poison mist.

The Hunger Legion is composed of individually odd‑looking humanoid creatures, entirely gray, with human bodies but no facial features.

On their gray bodies are dense, disorderly white lines that do not interlace or overlap.

Most conspicuous are the white lines on their heads.

A white line runs from the chin up to the crown, then down to where the back of the head meets the neck.

These white lines are not white lines.

But rather……they are closed mouths!

The wind blew the plague mist; the mouths on the Famine Fiends' bodies flung open, revealing two rows of teeth indistinguishable from human teeth.

They look extremely neat, giving the feeling of being not sharp at all, but rather like a grindstone.

They do not crush what is put into their mouths; instead they grind it to powder.

The opened jaws constantly bite and rub together, emitting a 'ge ge ge' sound; the plague mist blown toward them is completely devoured by the Famine Fiends.

This caused the two rows of white teeth to become stained with a layer of dark green.

Consuming the plague toxin is no boon for the Famine Fiends; great numbers of them fell from the sky like rain.

The effect seemed even better than against the cultivators.

It might also be because the plague toxin was directly eaten by the Famine Fiends.

Only the Famine Fiends would do this, for their sole mode of attack is to eat.

Unlike a war with full‑spectrum land, sea, air, and underground combat and all kinds of strange troop types.

The other three knights' Heaven's Legion is relatively simple in composition, and their mode of attack is also simple.

Famine Fiends can digest almost anything, but they cannot digest the plague toxin.

The plague toxin can also contaminate a 'host', turning it into a poison source, but it cannot pass through the Famine Fiends' bodies; it merely churns endlessly inside.

They wear each other down, both perishing together.

The effect turned out surprisingly well; a group of cultivators, seeing this, quickly intensified their assault, the torrent of spells and divine abilities continually bombarding the Plague Legion.

Then they sent the plague toxin to the Famine Legion.

The Famine Legion is a black hole, devouring everything without discrimination.

They can even swallow spell attacks, never belch, and naturally open their mouths against the howling wind.

But the wind itself carries poison, the very poison that can truly kill them—this is rather awkward.

The continually emerging plague and famine legions were thus halted in their tracks by nearly ten thousand cultivators, unable to advance an inch.

Beneath their feet, the corpses of Famine Fiends piled up more and more.

The cultivators had never felt so exhilarated in slaughter; on one hand, killing the enemy is gratifying, on the other, Boundless Buddhist Dharma continually surges power into them, making them feel they can keep killing like this.

Frankly, these cultivators held back nothing in their attacks.

If not for the strengthening effect of Boundless Buddhist Dharma, the torrent of spells and divine abilities would surely have weakened.

Now, they grow braver with each battle.

Seeing the situation turn favorable, on the other side the Death Legion appeared, drawing near.

The Plague Legion is the 'Poison Jellyfish', the Famine Legion is the Famine Fiends, and the Death Legion is merely a ferocious beast.

Their appearances differ, but the only thing they share is the death aura they emit, like ferocious beasts crawling out of hell.

At a glance, one can see that their forms resemble the famous Western monsters Hell's Three‑Headed Dog, Fenrir, and the Multi‑Headed Snake.

They also include werewolves, bat‑winged humanoid monsters, and gargoyles and the like.

The Death Legion is composed of monsters.

Their fighting style is the most primal melee—claws, teeth, any part of the body that can be used to attack.

At close range they court death, create death, and feel the 'birth' of death.

"Howl!"

The monsters of the Death Legion let out a roar.

Ao Yu stepped forward, transforming into a draconic battle form, lightning coiling around him like he wore a suit of thunder armor, and he charged straight at the Death Legion.

The terrifying death aura surged, drawing the Death Legion's beasts to attack Ao Yu.

That vigorous, intense vitality is, to the Death Legion, exactly what they most want to rend and turn into death.

"This guy is really reckless." Ao Yu Lie exclaimed, summoning wind and rain, thunder and lightning, to help ease Ao Yu's pressure.

The situation looks not bad.

But it's only appearances; the endless Heavenly Initiation Legion appears, further squeezing the cultivators' living space.

The battlefield, which started in the sky, has already become the ground.

Only Ao Yu and a few cultivators remain airborne, engaging in close combat with the Death Legion.

Because many cultivators no longer have the strength to fly, they pour every drop of their mana into damaging the Heavenly Initiation Legion.

The empowering effect of Boundless Buddha Dharma begins to wane; the feeling of fatigue, several times stronger than after previous death battles, keeps assaulting them.

Arms feel heavy, fingers numb; even forming hand seals to boost spell and divine power becomes difficult.

"Boundless Buddha Dharma."

At this critical moment, another cry of Boundless Buddha Dharma rings out; the cultivators' originally weary bodies once again surge with great power.

We've been strengthened again! Charge!

Some cultivators inclined toward body refinement, specializing in melee combat, actively rush toward the Death Legion in the sky.

Not tearing these things apart would be an insult to the surging power!

"We can probably still be strengthened another ten or so times." Tang Luo glanced at the condition of the people around him.

The cultivators still have plenty of potential; they won't be completely drained until after more than ten such enhancements.

By then, if further strengthening is needed, the cost will be their lives. It would be better to directly use Liuli Flame, whose strengthening effect surpasses that of Boundless Buddha Dharma.

"Did you hear that?"

Near the continually gathering Plague Legion, a group of Western God-Demon Walkers is approaching.

Coincidentally, they hear that grand chant of Boundless Buddha Dharma.

As a support, Tang Luo definitely needs to draw attention to himself, to attract aggro and make the enemy boss appear, so they can focus fire on him right away.

That way, the opposing boss is less likely to escape.

"I heard it."

"It really is that demonic monk, Tang Xuanzang!"

"You say that demonic monk—is he really that powerful?"

"Yeah, not to mention us being so many, we still have the Plague Knight Lord behind us!"

Not every God-Demon Walker knows of Tang Luo's danger.

"You know nothing! When that demonic monk disbanded the Alliance of Gods back then, you didn't even know where to nurse!"

"Nonsense; if it weren't for the Plague Lord in this mission, we would have given up long ago."

"Who are you talking about?"

A gloomy sound, like cold wind pouring into everyone's bodies, seems to freeze them completely.

At the same time, a wave of itchiness arises, as if countless poisonous worms are writhing beneath the skin.

The surrounding Plague Legion parts to make way; a knight formed of viridian mist rides forth slowly.

With each step the horse takes in midair, ripples of viridian spread.

As it draws near, the body originally composed of mist begins to solidify; the mount of viridian toxic mist transforms into an eight-legged skeleton horse.

Viridian flames spurt from its eyes, engulfing its whole body.

The Plague Knight sits atop it, unaffected, his whole body wrapped in a viridian robe, a hood concealing his face beneath a mask, his eyes glowing with an eerie green light.

His breath sounds like a bellows in operation, a noise that irritates and vexes.

"There's a God-Demon Walker, very strong…" A God-Demon Walker recounts Tang Luo's situation.

He is indeed one of the God-Demon Walkers from that day.

At first they thought to avoid getting tangled in the big shots' feud; otherwise they wouldn't know how they died.

But Zhu Bajie stole their equipment—what the hell? They definitely need to take revenge.

Naturally, the way to retaliate is not by giving away their heads.

Rather, they should bring the news back, preferably telling the Plague Knight.

They hadn't encountered him before, but now they finally have; they definitely need to put eye drops on him.

"Strong? Interesting." The Plague Knight chuckled, "Let me see just how strong a mere trial-taker can be."

Saying that, he casually points twice; viridian energy flows from his fingertips onto several God-Demon Walkers who hadn't reacted at all.

Those God-Demon Walkers howl in pain as viridian flames ignite on their bodies; within the fire, their forms rapidly change.

One grows a pair of bat-like wings on its back.

Another's body is covered in scale armor, with two limbs becoming extraordinarily long, resembling a bizarre humanoid spider.

The last one sprouts a ring of tentacles around its waist, like those of a plague jellyfish, floating in midair.

"Go, kill that Tang Xuanzang; if you don't bring back his corpse, you needn't return." The Plague Knight said lightly.

Those God-Demon Walkers he mutated, without a word, charge toward the cultivators' gathering, utterly becoming the Plague Knight's lackeys.

He reaches out to gently stroke the skeleton horse, and the Plague Knight emits a bone-chilling laugh.

The remaining God-Demon Walkers all feel immense pressure.

Who knows whether this guy will also turn them into that—though they'd grow stronger, they'd no longer be human.

It's not that everyone is hung up on whether they remain human; they simply can't accept mutating into such a monstrous form—it's too ugly.

The Plague Knight's low, faint laughter lasted less than two minutes before cutting off abruptly.

The few God-Demon Walkers he sent out have died.

They all died in an instant, clean and decisive.

Faithfully carrying out the Plague Knight's order: if Tang Luo doesn't die, we die.

This actually seems a bit unreasonable, after all; these God-Demon Walkers aren't mindless lackeys of the Plague Legion—they wouldn't just charge forward en masse.

They'll die that fast, and neatly, all at once, in just an instant.

Looks like the other side really does have some skill.