Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

The Daoist Soldier Corps on the two thousand Cloud Boats had long since been ready in groups of five, ten, or even a hundred. At this moment, they each wielded their Magic Artifacts, their Spiritual Power continuously flowing into the Arrays on the ship.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Spiritual Power Cannons fired together, shooting dazzling, colorful beams of light.

A series of earth-shattering explosions rang out!

Tens of thousands of Spiritual Power Light Columns, as thick as water barrels, rained down with boundless killing intent, smashing into the densely packed sea of corpses.

Faced with this overwhelming firepower attack, the low-level Corpse Ghosts were utterly defenseless, and even the copper-armored corpse ghostly creatures akin to the Foundation Establishment Realm could not withstand the concentrated attacks.

Especially the main cannons of the seven Super Cloud Boats, whose might was equivalent to a full strike from a Nascent Soul Ancestor. Under one shot, the earth crumbled within a few miles, unstoppable.

As countless Mushroom Clouds rose from the explosions, the deafening blasts drowned out all other sounds, over a hundred thousand Zombie Ghosts were obliterated in this wave of attacks, clearing out "blank" areas within the corpse army.

Before the alliance cultivators could celebrate, an extremely disdainful voice suddenly echoed across the entire battlefield.

"A trivial trick. Now it's our turn. Ghost Ancestor, order the attack!"

The Wanling Ghost Ancestor, upon receiving Emperor Yi's command, did not hesitate. Nearly ten thousand Ghost Spirit fragments mingling within the corpse army immediately let out ghostly wails.

In an instant, billions of Corpse Ghosts became frenzied, mindlessly charging toward the Golden Wall in front. Simultaneously, tens of thousands of big-bellied zombies suddenly pounced on nearby demon beasts, then self-destructed, killing over a thousand demon beasts and fierce birds below the fourth-rank in one wave of explosions.

After suffering over a million casualties, the corpse army finally reached the base of the Golden Wall.

At this moment, all the Puppet Masters guarding the city wall simultaneously chanted spells, commanding their puppets to attack,

The enormous hundred-foot Stone Puppets burst with spirit light, swinging and releasing large clusters of Stone Spears and Earth Spurs, shredding hundreds of zombies around them.

On the city wall, the Mystic Light from countless Magic Artifacts and Spiritual Artifacts in the hands of the puppets flared, unleashing tens of thousands of spell lights, covering the sea of corpses below like a vast sky.

Countless Fireballs, Ice Spikes, Thunder Lights, Wind Blades, Meteorites, thick ancient trees, Sword Lights and myriad strange attack spells poured down together, engulfing nearly a hundred-zhang range of the wall top and the sprawling corpse army below.

For a moment, the sky was filled with spell flames, blocking everyone's view, and the ground began to quake violently.

Every passing second, tens of thousands of Zombie Ghosts below the city wall turned to ash.

However, the Corpse Ghost army was boundless; the number of Corpse Ghosts killed was just a drop in the ocean. Often, for every one killed, ten more would swarm up the walls.

Initially, massive Stone Giants were overwhelmed by the tidal wave of corpses, countless ghost creatures burrowed into their bodies, contaminating and severing the Stone Puppets' Spiritual Power circuits and cores.

Soon, corpses piled up under the walls like mountains, and numerous copper-armored corpses jumped onto the wall to engage in a chaotic battle with the surrounding puppets.

Next, the Human Clan Puppet Masters, protected in the center by the puppet army, became the target of Golden Core Ghost creatures, swiftly incurring casualties.

All this was observed by the Wan Gui Ancestor, but he had no spare capacity to intervene, as controlling hundreds of large Golden Core Puppets consumed all his energy.

In the blink of an eye, this great battle continued from daylight into the night, with neither side showing any inclination to withdraw or cease fighting.

At this time, the pressure gradually shifted to the Central Continent Alliance because, since the beginning of the war, the Netherworld side had only deployed the Corpse Ghost army, while their main fleet remained motionless, watching coldly.

Not only that, but the Corpse Ghost army seemed endless. Every time a region was cleared, more Zombie Ghosts would continuously climb out from beneath the earth.

The war between the two realms had lasted for hundreds of years, and no one knew exactly how many Zombie Ghosts lay buried beneath the Heavenly Burial Plain, but this number was undoubtedly astronomical, possibly beyond everyone's imagination.