72: Chapter 72 Taiyi Heavenly Thunder Sweeps Away All Evil

A large horde of resentful spirits clad in tattered red garments clustered together into an eye-piercing wall of blood-colored flesh, crashing open that rusted steel floodgate.

The foul stench from deep within the underground sewage treatment center poured out.

The thick stench of blood mixed with biogas fermented for many years in the sedimentation tank struck everyone straight in the face.

A bone-chilling yin wind swept across the factory building, and the remaining glass windows on the walls shattered all at once, their fragments crashing to the ground with a harsh, crisp sound.

"Open fire! Form a defensive formation!"

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan shrieked harshly, drawing her guns with both hands and pulling the triggers without the slightest hesitation.

Ten field operatives of The Ninth Bureau quickly tightened their formation, surrounding into a semicircle.

The muzzles of the assault rifles spat out dazzling tongues of fire.

One cinnabar armor-piercing bullet after another, engraved with evil-breaking runes, tore through the dimness and fiercely plunged into that blood-colored tide of resentful spirits.

The gunshots were deafening.

More than a dozen Red-Clad Vengeful Ghosts charging at the very front were hit by bullets.

The highly concentrated cinnabar and black dog blood inside the bullets burst open with a roar, and the Pure Yang Qi wreaked havoc inside the ghostly entities' bodies.

Accompanied by shrill screams, huge hollows were blasted out of the bodies of these dozen or so vengeful ghosts, which then turned into black ash all over the ground.

The ghost horde in the rear did not know fear at all.

Treading upon the remains of their kind, they continued to open their bloody maws and lunged forward to bite.

The gaps torn open by the firewall were instantly filled, and the absolute advantage in numbers forcefully suppressed The Ninth Bureau's heavy firepower.

"A bunch of fools."

The Yinshan Sect elder standing in the shadows behind the floodgate let out a strange, cackling laugh.

He swung the soul-calling banner in his left hand forcefully.

The eerie runes painted with human blood on the surface of the banner flickered with a gloomy green light.

As the banner fluttered, the surrounding yin qi was drawn in, continuously pouring into the bodies of those Red-Clad Vengeful Ghosts.

On the ghostly entities injured by bullets, black fog churned at their wounds, recovering to their original state in the blink of an eye.

The elder raised the long strip-shaped copper nail in his right hand, pointing it far towards Lin Ye, his withered lips opening and closing:

"Junior from Taiping Street, today I shall let you know. Before this Myriad Ghosts Devouring Heart Formation of this old man, no matter how heaven-defying your Daoist magic is, you can only obediently turn into nourishment within the formation!"

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan emptied two magazines.

The gun barrels were shockingly hot, yet the crowd of red ghosts had already closed in to less than three meters in front of everyone.

The sharp fingernails of a few vengeful ghosts scraped across the bulletproof shields, sparking a long trail of eye-piercing sparks.

"Mr. Lin, we can't hold on! This old monster has borrowed the yin qi of the ley lines, and the ghostly entities are endless. We must break his soul-calling banner first!"

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan turned her head anxiously, her high ponytail whipping across her shoulder, her eyes bloodshot.

Lin Ye held the lightning-struck peach wood sword in one hand, watching the approaching ghost horde with cold eyes, true qi surging around his body.

In front of his retina, a translucent light screen popped up at the right time with a crisp prompt tone carrying a metallic texture.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: Detected that a Yinshan Sect elder is using a human wave tactic in an attempt to exhaust the host to death. Please finalize a strategy to defeat the enemy within three minutes, demonstrating the suppression of orthodox Xuanmen!"

The light screen expanded, listing three options:

[Option A: Diverting the disaster to the east — — Snatch Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan's submachine gun, shout 'Step aside, let me do it', and sweep with thermal weapons.]

[Reward: Firearm Mastery + 10. Consequence: Cinnabar bullets will have minimal effect on the endless ghost tide. After running out of ammunition, you will be captured alive by the elder and suffer endless torture.]

[Option B: Thunder carpet bombing, striking straight at the dragon's lair — — Throw out the trump card [Taiyi Heavenly Thunder Talisman]! Using Pure Yang True Blood as a guide, let the Nine Heavens Thunder Fire sweep away this group of rats in the gutter, and take the opportunity to blast that self-righteous old geezer.]

[Reward: Husband Points + 500, obtain magical artifact [soul-suppressing copper coin sword], audience awe rating skyrockets.]

[Option C: Temporarily avoid the sharp edge — — Order The Ninth Bureau operatives to throw out all high-explosive enchanted grenades, blast down the passage, and lead everyone back to the surface to hold their ground.]

[Reward: Steady Master Badge. Consequence: The Yinshan Sect wins time to set up the formation. Once the Zi hour passes, an S-rank disaster descends, turning the western suburbs of Jiangzhou into a living purgatory.]

A flash of icy murderous intent swept across Lin Ye's eyes.

With such evil cultivators who practiced by feeding on the living essence and blood of people, there was simply no need to bother with any roundabout tactics.

In the face of absolute violent suppression, all fancy formations were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.

"I choose B."

Once his thought settled, Lin Ye stepped forward.

He slammed the lightning-struck peach wood sword heavily onto the concrete ground.

The bluestone shattered, and shockwaves rippled outward.

"Captain Chu, tell your men to close their eyes and cover their ears!"

Lin Ye's stern shout, mixed with thick Pure Yang True Qi, overpowered the gunfire and ghost wails of the entire scene.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan did not hesitate at all, immediately issuing the order.

The Ninth Bureau operatives quickly lowered their heads and tightly covered their ears.

Lin Ye reached his left hand into his waist, pinching out the [Taiyi Heavenly Thunder Talisman] drawn in the study of the Funeral Shop with scarlet-gold ink personally ground by Leng Yue.

The yellow talisman paper was exposed to the air, and the surrounding temperature climbed abruptly.

On the surface of the talisman paper, fine blue-and-white electric arcs leapt wildly, making a crackling and exploding sound.

Seeing that talisman, extreme shock flashed in the turbid eyes of the scrawny old man opposite.

"Taiyi Heavenly Thunder? You, a mere yellow-mouthed child, how could you possibly draw such a lost forbidden talisman of Mount Longhu?!"

The old man's voice became shrill and distorted, and the hand holding the soul-calling banner trembled.

The corners of Lin Ye's mouth curled into a cruel arc, too lazy to talk nonsense at all.

He opened his mouth, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of warm Pure Yang origin essence blood onto the talisman paper.

The fresh blood merged into the cinnabar runes.

In an instant, the blue-and-white electric arcs turned into an eye-piercing scarlet-gold.

A vast, fierce, and terrifying aura representing the punishments of heaven and earth awakened with a roar inside the underground factory building.

"Jade Qing begins in azure, true talismans proclaim the covenant!"

Lin Ye exerted strength in his wrist, fiercely throwing the talisman burning with scarlet-gold thunder fire into mid-air.

"Taiyi descends decree, thunder fire scrubs the ground. Break!"

The talisman paper rose to mid-air and exploded out of thin air.

The thick cement dome of the underground factory building could not stop the purest power of thunder between heaven and earth.

Accompanied by a heaven-shaking explosion that almost shattered eardrums, dozens of scarlet-gold falling lightning bolts as thick as a thigh ignored the obstruction of terrain, directly penetrating the factory roof and fiercely smashing into that red ghost tide.

This was not an ordinary evil-warding spell.

This was the Taiyi Heavenly Thunder, the world-destroying fire specifically executing the most treacherous and wicked villains between heaven and earth.

The thunder fell into the ghost horde, blasting open clusters of eye-piercing fireballs.

The Pure Yang thunder fire turned into countless violent electric snakes, shuttling and leaping back and forth among the vengeful ghosts.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

The harsh screams merged into one piece.

Those Red-Clad Vengeful Ghosts that were extremely ferocious a second ago didn't even have the qualification to resist the moment they touched the thunder fire, and were directly vaporized by the high temperature, failing to leave even a trace of black smoke.

The air was filled with a strong smell of ozone and the burnt scent of scorched souls.

Thunder scrubbed the ground, sweeping away all obstacles like dry weeds and rotten wood.

In a mere three seconds.

Hundreds of Red-Clad Vengeful Ghosts that originally crammed the passage were wiped out completely clean.

On the ground, only bottomless scorched lightning-strike craters were left behind.

The soul-calling banner held high in mid-air by the old man had its banner surface grazed by the thunder fire.

That black cloth soaked in countless human blood burned away in an instant, leaving only a bare charred wooden pole.

"Puff!"

His magical artifact destroyed, the old man suffered severe backlash.

He spat out a large mouthful of pitch-black, fishy blood, his knees softening as he fell directly to his knees beside the steel floodgate.

He clutched his chest tightly, and in the eyes he looked at Lin Ye with, there was no longer the slightest bit of his previous arrogance, leaving only fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"You... what kind of monster are you anyway?"

The old man's voice trembled as he retreated repeatedly.

The system prompt sounded in his mind right on schedule.

"Ding! Optional mission completed, Husband Points + 500, current points: 4150."

"[soul-suppressing copper coin sword] has been distributed to the storage space."

Lin Ye pulled up the lightning-struck peach wood sword from the ground, walking step by step toward that Yinshan Sect elder.

His leather boots stepped on the scorched concrete ground, making muffled footsteps.

Every step heavily stamped on the old man's collapsing psychological defense line.

A missed Red-Clad Water Ghost popped out from the shadows of the pipes in the corner.

It avoided the central area of the thunder fire, and now, spreading its sharp claws dripping with mucus, it dashed straight toward Fatty Wang hiding behind the bunker.

Fatty Wang had nowhere left to retreat, his back slamming against the wall.

At the critical moment of life and death, Fatty Wang remembered Mr. Lin's instructions, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the fierce bone-cleaving knife wrapped in old cloth from his lower back.

"Fatty Lord will fight you to the death!"

He closed his eyes, waving the blade forward wildly.

The fierce murderous aura condensed from the slaughter of thousands of living beings erupted roarfully on this aged old knife.

The dark red malefic aura turned into a crescent-shaped blade light, slashing forward to meet that Red-Clad Water Ghost.

"Sizzle!"

A soft sound like tearing silk.

That ferocious vengeful ghost was split right down the center head-on by this fierce malefic aura, its body splitting directly down the middle and turning into two clusters of black fog that dissipated into the air.

Fatty Wang opened his eyes, looked at the empty space ahead, and then looked at the butcher knife gleaming with a gloomy light in his hand. The fear on his face receded, replaced by a burst of wild joy.

"Ye-zi! I chopped it to death! This knife is divine!" Fatty Wang shouted and screamed in excitement.

Lin Ye did not look back, merely waving his hand casually, continuing to close in on that elder.

Seeing that the general trend was gone, the elder clenched his teeth stained with black blood tightly.

He raised his right hand, tightly gripping that coffin-sealing nail covered in copper rust in the palm of his hand.

"This old man will fight you to the death! Yinshan Patriarch, lend me your dharma body!"

The old man let out a desperate shriek, fiercely stabbing the coffin-sealing nail into his own crown.