106: The mark of submission

"Expel them."

As the three words fell, a wind arose on the crimson plain.

The one hundred thousand Great Qin Terracotta Warriors took their first step, the weight of the clay thudding into the ground, their synchronized steps forming a low rumble, pushing forward.

"Clang—"

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Tens of thousands of strong crossbow mechanisms vibrated simultaneously, converging into a metallic tremor that made one's teeth ache.

Thick bronze crossbow bolts shot up, obscuring half the sky, and with a shriek, fiercely pierced into the vanguard of the Japanese demon army.

One volley, flesh and blood flew.

The Red Oni and High-Rank Shikigami charging at the front didn't even have time to raise their katanas before they were nailed to the ground, armor and all, by the immense kinetic energy.

Immediately after, came the advance of their footsteps.

"Hah!"

The front-row Terracotta Warriors stepped forward in unison, their bronze long halberds stabbing out simultaneously.

No fancy moves, no hesitation.

Spearheads entered bodies, pulled out, then entered again.

Their clay bodies felt no pain, stepping over the corpses of fallen comrades without a trace of hesitation, pushing forward in perfect formation, plowing the ground of Yomi Hirasaka inch by inch into bloody mud.

Pei Duo, Xu Mo, and Lin Sa stood before the freed Chinese Heroic Spirits, watching the destructive, one-sided massacre unfolding before them.

Xu Mo's tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

He took off his glasses and let out a long, turbid breath, feeling as if the rusty taste accumulated in his lungs was finally expelled with that foul air.

Behind them, the Old Ghost in Zhongshan Suit stood ramrod straight.

Countless shattered heroic spirit bodies clustered around him, not cheering, but quietly gazing at the Great Qin Black Dragon Banner fluttering in the wind.

Pei Duo didn't speak, just looked at the shattered heroic spirit bodies.

The ethereal blue soul fire burned cleanly and quietly under the imperial might of Great Qin.

Those remnant souls, who had endured thousands of years of humiliation and unwillingness, neither cried nor screamed at this moment, but stood straight, looking up at the Black Dragon Banner.

It was as if a breath, finally, had been released.

Someone had their back.

In mid-air, seeing her own defensive line collapse like paper, Tamamo-no-Mae fell into a frenzy.

Her carefully calculated death trap not only failed to eliminate Pei Duo, but instead attracted this unreasonable God of Slaughter.

There was no retreat.

"What if it's Great Qin? This is the Land of Yomi, not the Underworld!"

Her eyes crimson, she suddenly bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of black and red vital essence blood.

Nine thick fox tails plunged down like steel whips, fiercely piercing into the deep ley lines of Yomi Hirasaka.

Amidst a mournful roar, she used the resonance of her vital essence blood with the rules of Yomi to forcibly tear open an ancient gate at the bottom of the netherworld.

The Japanese God System's highest-level summons, the "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons," was thus issued.

A sudden gale arose.

Paledeeppaper swept across the plain, and the chilling aura instantly froze the bloodstains on the ground into a crust.

The distant horizon suddenly cracked open.

The cries of a hundred demons pierced their eardrums, and endless black miasma surged from thecrack.

The tide of demons led by Shuten Doji and Great Tengu surged out from the fissure like a breaking black mudslide.

One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand?

It was a million-strong demon tide.

Dense ghostly figures filled the entire vision, converging into a sky-obscuring black torrent, howling and roaring, pressing down overwhelmingly towards the one hundred thousand Terracotta Warrior formation.

The military strength comparison on the battlefield instantly widened to a desperate ten to one.

The terrifying weight brought by the million-strong demon tide made the land of Yomi Hirasaka let out a mournful cry of unbearable burden, sinking dramatically.

The breath Xu Mo had just released was now stuck tightly in his throat again.

He pushed up his dust-covered glasses, his knuckles white from exertion.

Cold sweat dripped down his jaw.

"We can't afford to outlast them," his voice was hoarse.

This wasn't a battle; it was attrition.

Wearing down Great Qin's army formation until its spiritual energy ran dry, wearing down the First Emperor of Qin's imperial might until it was diluted in this foreign land—exchanging time for victory was a card Tamamo-no-Mae could afford to play.

With a million-strong army backing her, Tamamo-no-Mae's confidence hardened once more.

She floated high in the sky, looking down at the First Emperor of Qin on the ground, letting out a sharp, mad laugh.

"An emperor of a thousand ages? Just an overconfident remnant soul! Today, I will use this million-strong army to exhaust your imperial might!"

Facing the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons surging like a flood, the First Emperor of Qin didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

He didn't draw his sword, nor did he issue an order to change formation.

He slowly raised his right hand, revealing a transparent crystal emitting exotic law fluctuations from within his dark wide sleeve.

It was a spare that kid had casually shoved at him before he left, tossed out with a tone like he was discarding a worthless pebble.

Pei Duo's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw that crystal.

It was too familiar.

This was the S-rank Divine Kingdom Underlying Code—[Yaxchilan - Subjugation Brand Law]—that her brother, Pei Fei, had extorted in the maya instance.