Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 560 - 137: Rallying the Troops and Forming Array for Assault!

Although Wang Yunxiao had been tracking the whereabouts of the Ma family, he couldn’t say he knew much about them; the most he knew was that they were from the Demon Clan outside the Great Wall, near the Black Waters of Baishan, as told by Principal Zhou.

What did that Demon Clan look like?

This question was also difficult to answer.

As everyone knows, anything that does not look human can be classified as part of the Demon Clan.

That agile tongue shot out like an arrow, aiming straight for Wang Yunxiao’s face.

If Wang Yunxiao had still been absorbed in the dreamland ignited by the matchstick and couldn’t pull himself away, he might indeed have fallen victim to the sneak attack.

But it had ultimately underestimated Wang Yunxiao’s willpower.

Wang Yunxiao swung his sword in a backhand stroke, cutting the tongue in two on the spot.

A shrill scream came from the opposite direction.

Only then did he see a middle-aged woman crouching in a dark corner of the ruins, holding what appeared to be a child, covering her mouth that was bleeding profusely while glaring at him through clenched teeth.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Yunxiao pulled out his notebook and took a glance.

"Detected serpent Demon Clan member——Ma Yufen..."

Nice, down-to-earth name, but does a snake’s tongue really get that long? If you didn’t tell me it was a Serpent Demon, I would’ve thought it was a toad.

Last name Ma... could it be the Ma family that has been missing for a full day and night?

While Wang Yunxiao was silently contemplating this, the other garrison soldiers also encountered similar attacks; many didn’t have time to awaken from the Phantom Dream Realm and were struck, flying out on the spot.

A booming voice echoed loudly through the fishing village, "Amitabha Buddha! The sea of suffering is boundless, yet turning back is the shore!"

At the sound of the voice, Wang Yunxiao felt a tremendous weight on his head, his feet sinking deep into the ground.

It was a mountain!

Looking up, he saw a mountain peak descending slowly from the void, its massive silhouette blocking out the entire sky as it pressed down on this world.

Men and women were seen sitting cross-legged atop the mountain, eyes tightly shut, faces pale as gold leaf, muttering some unknown spell.

"Listen well, I shall now tell thee: O good men and women who endeavor for the unfathomable and supreme enlightenment, dwell thus and subdue thy mind!"

Along with the booming voice, Wang Yunxiao felt the pressure on his shoulders grow heavier, even his skull beginning to deform gradually.

At the critical moment, Yan Yu’an broke free from the Phantom Dream Realm and looked back, shouting, "Acai!"

Immediately, a figure stepped forward, doffed his helmet and armor, shook his arms with a grunt, and his stature suddenly increased, transforming into a giant two zhang tall, hands lifting the sky, and bellowed, "Rise!"

In an instant, the sky lifted three feet, the earth sank an inch, and the giant seemed to merge with the very heavens and earth, hoisting the mountain above his head with brute strength!

Upon seeing this, Ito Hidemi couldn’t help but exclaim, "Yellow Turban Strongman!"

This was an advanced profession within the twelve Cultivation Methods of the Uncivilized Righteous Path Dharma Gate - the Yellow Turban Strongman.

He had only heard about it before, and now he was witnessing it for the first time with his own eyes.

Is this really still a human? That’s too exaggerated!

Yan Yu’an shouted, "Don’t just stand there watching, show some real skills!"

As Advisor, he was not adept at this kind of head-on confrontation; however, he happened to have two close-combat masters by his side this time.

Ito Hidemi nodded, and with a flip of his hand, he planted Izumo into the ground. His hands swiftly formed the Immovable King Seal, and he chanted a Fusang Incantation. A swirl of black wind rose under his feet, and a set of Fusang Armor with a terrifying and peculiar design appeared out of nowhere, draping over him.

It was the same Ghost Warrior’s Black Cloud Armor that he had accidentally summoned after being sneak attacked and succumbing to Qi Deviation.

The night before, this set of armor had been thrashed by Wang Yunxiao until its durability hit zero, but it seemed to have some magical aspect, recovering substantially within a short day.

The history of Fusang’s Black Cloud Armor was long, tracing back hundreds of years to when the Nederland People’s fleet arrived at Fusang, bringing with them the Western puppet alchemy. It was a brand new creation by the monks of Sensoji Temple, who combined it with Fusang’s Yin Yang Techniques.

It was said that wearing such armor allowed one to wield the strength of a thousand men, with terrifying power.

Because it was originally powered by steam, emitting billowing black smoke as it moved, it was named Black Cloud Armor.

Back in the day, Fusang Ronin invaded the southeastern borders of Ming Country using the Black Cloud Armor, and this technology made its way into the country. The great masters of the Mohist school created the Heavenly Armor powered by the Yuan-Qi Furnace, using it to suppress the nation’s fortunes for a century.

And the Black Cloud Armor of Fusang had since evolved, undergoing a makeover towards a lighter and more compact design, at one point jokingly called a suit for special effects (but it was not)...

On this side, Ito Hidemi donned the armor neatly, and a black wind swept him away without a trace.

On the other side, Wang Yunxiao held nothing back, harnessing his full internal strength and punching towards the sky.

Pressing a mountain on me? What kind of mountain dares to press down on Mount Tai?

He unleashed this punch with all his might from dozens of meters away, and as it landed at the base of the mountain with the might of Mount Tai, a thunderous boom erupted from the flat ground. The airflow around him became a violent tornado with him at the center.

A corner of the mountain peak collapsed thunderously!

The person seated at the peak spat out blood and fell backward with his head thrown back.

Even the loud chanting of the Buddha’s name that echoed through the sky stalled for a moment.

However, after only a few breaths, the loud voice chanted once again, "Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

The mountain overhead was pressed down again!

Meanwhile, Huo Qingyang, who had been standing at the back with his hands in his pockets watching the fun, took one hand out and said lightly towards the front line of Garrison Soldiers, "Rally troops!"

Spirits soared into the sky one after another.

In an instant, Wang Yunxiao felt his body filled with strength, as if everything in the world meant nothing to him.

Military Sect, no taboos!

Huo Qingyang’s wrist turned, and he pressed his finger down, "Gather generals!"

Yan Yu’an and Wang Yunxiao, as the commanders, experienced another surge in their momentum, as if the power of everyone around them was converging on them.

With a flick of Huo Qingyang’s finger, he uttered the third phrase, "Forming Array!"

The Garrison Soldiers’ formation of over a hundred men instantly integrated into one, forming an impregnable line of defense.

Then he pointed at the mountain overhead, shedding his frivolous tone, and said solemnly, "Attack!"

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but throw another punch, unaware of the terrifying power it could unleash, for the strength gathered in this punch had already far exceeded the limits his body could bear.

He was just a part in this unified war machine, responsible for pulling the trigger.

In that moment, heaven and earth changed color, and the mountain shattered!

The massive mountain collapsed on the spot, dissipating into a shadow between heaven and earth.