Chapter 128: with translation of chapter title

This punch, I'm going all in.

This punch also knocked Feng Li Shu senseless.

A moment ago she was still spitting harsh words, still digging her nails into my shoulder blade, still attacking my heart with each 'raccoon slave,' and the next moment her mouth was full of blood.

The so-called 'words follow the law'—only when mana is present do the issued commands carry mana.

This punch drew blood, breaking Feng Li Shu's technique.

Her confinement of me disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, Feng Li Shu wiped the blood from her mouth, endured the pain, and pressed her fingers again to her brow.

She intended to repeat her old trick.

But I had already bitten through my left middle finger; my right hand formed a sword finger, pressing upward from the base, then I turned my palm downward.

Below was the Pearl Plate River, the river water surging, and the surrounding air was full of mist.

At the instant I pointed my sword finger at Feng Li Shu, she had just finished forming her seal.

The moment she uttered the word 'raccoon slave,' a dragon-shaped water ripple appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a resounding dragon roar that not only shattered Feng Li Shu's voice but also snapped the iron chain of one of the human-skin red coffins below.

After the iron chain broke, the lid of that human-skin red coffin split open with a long gap, a nauseating corpse stench seeped out, and the other eight human-skin red coffins continued to tremble.

The black coffin in the center gradually sank, yet was forcibly lifted again by the black qi swirling around it.

Dou Zhile said that Dou Zhifu, in order to excel, took a shortcut and was expelled by his master.

Now it seems his skills are indeed lacking.

Otherwise, why would the other eight human-skin red coffins remain intact while only this newly made one cracked?

Fortunately his skills are lacking, otherwise the Nine Yin Gathering Spirit Formation would not be so easy to find a breach in.

Here the Nine Yin Gathering Spirit Formation has a gap, while over there the elder sister's Thousand Soul Banner flutters in the Yīnfēng, capturing vast numbers of souls; the skull at the banner's center seems to come alive, opening its mouth to devour each captured soul.

On the shore, those who had been devoutly facing the Nine Yin Gathering Spirit Formation in worship also panicked, joining the battle one after another.

And their target, unanimously, was the elder sister.

Even if the people Tang Xun brought were formidable, they could not match these animal spirits that had cultivated for years and already attained essence.

Just as Tang Xun seemed about to collapse, another troop I had never seen suddenly appeared at the riverbank and joined Tang Xun's forces.

Which troop is this?

What a lively night!

"Junior sister, be careful!"

As Xiaoye's warning voice came from behind, I only felt a scorching palm wind at my back.

The instant I turned around, I came face to face with Feng Li Shu's palm.

Seeing that palm heading straight for my face, Xiaoye met it with a palm of his own, and in an instant he and Feng Li Shu were locked in combat.

So, that troop below is the one Xiaoye brought.

Earlier I had Li Qingying go ask him, wanting to request troops, but he refused.

What he wants is probably a battle as exhilarating as today's.

That's just his nature.

When he first went to find Liu Junyan, asking her to activate the forbidden ground's sword formation, it was the same.

But the sword formation of the Linghai Forbidden Ground and the black coffin in the Pearl Plate River are, of course, not comparable.

Roar… splash…

The howling roar mixed with the surge of waves flooded my ears, as vast amounts of moisture laden with cold yin formed a black whirlwind that wrapped around me.

Without Feng Li Shu's control, the mana of the Nine Yin Gathering Spirit Formation kept weakening; my body, which had been hovering in midair, now fell straight down into the river water.

Below, the lid of the human-skin red coffin made by Dou Zhifu, which had split open, was suddenly flung up, the whole coffin resembling a giant beast's gaping maw, waiting for me to fall steadily into it.

Looking at the girl's corpse, already highly rotted inside that human-skin red coffin, my heart felt only revulsion and bewilderment.

A fully yin physique girl whose corpse was pinned by coffin nails in the brow should not rot for thousands of years; how could it have decayed like this?

So besides Dou Zhifu's human-skin red coffin being shoddily made, what other factor could be at play?

Could the girl's physique not be fully yin?

No, that's impossible.

This girl was sent to the Bai Family by Feng Li Shu; she wouldn't make such a mistake, and the Bai Family would certainly not skip inspection.

Then the only remaining possibility is that the girl's fate cannot withstand such an evil formation!

Nine is a variable; this variable can be large or small.

If it can withstand it, the formation is probably not so easily broken.

At the root, the Bai Family's action this time was too hasty; they held a gambling mindset.

If their wager was only on me, or plus a pawnshop, their chance of winning might reach ninety percent.

But no one expected that so many variables would appear later!

The Bai Family's game this round is likely dangerous.

But they still have a trump card for a turnaround right now: me.

As long as I am sucked into this human-skin red coffin, filling the gap in the Nine Yin Gathering Spirit Formation, the formation could become whole again and perhaps be able to stand against the elder sister's Thousand Soul Banner.

Thinking this, I shouted loudly: 'Feng Wu, come forth!'

The long bow instantly appeared in my hand; I drew the bowstring full and shot toward the human-skin red coffin.

If the human-skin red coffin burns up or is struck and displaced from its current position, I might not fall into it.

But my falling speed was too fast; when I shot out the flames, my body was less than half a meter from the human-skin red coffin.

The flames fell into the coffin, and the girl's corpse instantly ignited.

The eerie green flames mixed with stench shot up suddenly, and I instinctively held my breath.

At that moment, a hand seized the clothing on my back in a death grip, steadying my body that kept falling.

I struggled to turn my head and saw that it was Xiaoye.

Xiaoye lifted me and brought me to the shore.

My feet touched the ground, and before I could even catch my breath, I heard Xiaoye suck in a breath of cold air, lower his voice, and say to me: "Take your people and retreat to the pawnshop; I'll hold them off here for a while—hurry!"

I lifted my gaze and instantly understood why Xiaoye said that.

In the river, the black coffin rose upright.

Beneath the black coffin swirled a continuous black mist.

Behind it, led by Zhao Zixun, a vast dark mass stretched out—all of them… yin soldiers.

Previously, Zhao Zixun had appeared with a troop of yin soldiers, but then the force was small, the yin soldiers few, and moreover the black coffin was still in a suppressed state.

But now, the black coffin clearly held the dominant position.

The entire yin soldier force behind it obeyed its commands, including Zhao Zixun.

What's more terrifying is that, while we stared in that direction, yin soldiers kept emerging nonstop from beneath the water.

If this yin soldier troop continues to grow like this, it seems poised to span the entire Zhu Pan River and invade Linghai.

This is the scene everyone feared most.

But it… after all, still appeared…