Chapter 1551: Chapter 791: Fierce Demonic Winds Outside Jinling City

On the nighttime river, three ships—one large and two small—are traveling continuously.

The big ship is a sentry ship from Jiujiang, while the small ones are fast flatboats. Regardless of the type, they have undergone special modifications, with iron plates covering weak key parts and the prow hanging with Evil Suppression Talismans.

However, all of the ships are battle-scarred, just barely holding together.

"Stay alert, we’re almost there!"

A Daoist stood on the deck, sword in hand, shouting loudly.

He had clearly been through numerous fierce battles. His Daoist robe was ragged and covered in bloodstains, and he had been hit in one eye, hastily wrapped with a white cloth, making him look sinister and fierce.

But the others on the ship were even more dispirited, their eyes full of despair.

After boosting morale, the one-eyed Taoist turned to look at the cabin.

Inside, the Da Li Bronze Bell transported from Jiangsu and Zhejiang was stored. This item is a National Guardian Divine Artifact, even the Taixuan Orthodox Sect had to make a huge favor for it.

The personnel sent to escort it had also died in battle, and apologies would need to be made later on.

If even this couldn’t save Jinling, his years of cultivation would have been in vain.

Yet, whether success was possible, the Daoist had no clue, only hoping reinforcements would arrive faster...

"Look, they’re coming again!"

A terrified shout erupted from the side of a small ship.

The one-eyed Daoist quickly turned his head and saw that dense black fog had somehow enveloped the river behind and spread rapidly, soon blocking out the moonlight.

Then, a bone-chilling cold swept in out of nowhere.

The ship workers breathed mist, and the ropes quickly became encrusted with frost.

The wooden boards of the ship made cracking sounds due to the low temperature, which, combined with the accumulating frost, caused the ship’s speed to slow down significantly.

On the deck, the few remaining warhorses neighed in panic and reared.

The surviving garrison soldiers gripped their weapons, looking around in terror. They couldn’t see the enemy, yet inexplicably felt suffocated and a piercing pain like ice needles on their skin.

But for several cultivators, the scene was different.

Some activated their ear divine power, hearing howls akin to Rampaging Soldiers.

Some activated smell superpower, able to detect the stench of beasts mixed with the smell of corpses.

Meanwhile, the one-eyed Daoist made a hand seal for Yang Jue, utilizing his Eye Divine Power.

He had awakened the most common Yin Yang Eyes, but seeing evil spirits was inherently one of the most practical Divine Skills. Thanks to this technique, he had gained considerable fame within Jiangnan Mysterious Sect.

However, upon activating his divine ability and taking a glance, his face instantly turned pale.

"It’s over..."

In the midst of the black fog, several dozen decaying ghost ships appeared, their hulls covered with moss and barnacles, with sails tattered like shrouds.

Rampaging Soldiers were scattered on them, either rotting all over or with beast heads on human bodies, clad in rusty, broken armor, their semi-transparent bodies resembling waterlogged corpses.

Each of their eye sockets burned with eerie green ghost fire, continually roaring at them.

The one-eyed Daoist was filled with despair.

After countless bloodbaths, many had risked soul annihilation to exert powerful secret techniques, and they had already eliminated quite a few.

Unexpectedly, near Jinling City, the strongest wave of attack came.

Whoosh~

Before he could think further, a violent wind surged over the river.

In the one-eyed Daoist’s fearful gaze, the Yin Sha Black Fog churned, rapidly spreading like a carpet over the entire river, as rampaging soldiers charged via the black fog.

However, others saw fierce winds howling, rapidly condensing a layer of frost upon the river, above which appeared series of damp, dense footprints out of thin air.

Almost instantly, they were surrounded.

In their path, certain soldiers suddenly displayed purple-black handprints on their necks, exhaled cold breath, and fell to the ground with ghostly pallor.

Nearby cultivators resisted using secret techniques or talismans.

However, they couldn’t even protect themselves.

The one-eyed Daoist gritted his teeth, exerting force underfoot, rushing towards the cabin.

The only chance now was to ring the Da Li Bronze Bell.

But such a National Guardian Divine Artifact cannot be driven by one person alone and requires many Mystical Sect experts to set up a magic platform.

He could barely ring it with his full effort.

However, the cost would be soul annihilation, never reincarnating.

The one-eyed Daoist has already resolved to die, striving for a way out for those remaining.

Boom!

Just then, a thunderous sound echoed from the opposite hilltop.

Accompanied by a flash of fire, the river erupted explosively, splashing water several meters high.

The explosion’s core was precisely that black fog.

Although the Rampaging Soldiers are intangible evil spirits, those rotten ghost ships indeed exist; they are created from sunken ships tainted by Yin Sha Qi, carved with various talismans, and imbedded with human bones and other items.

These serve as temporary magic platforms for Rampaging Soldiers.

Utilizing these magic artifacts, they could submerge in the river during the day and attack continuously at night.

The intense explosion directly flipped and shattered seven or eight ghost ships.

The previously orderly formation immediately showed flaws.

Whoosh~

The Yin Wind howling across the river also ceased abruptly.

There’s a chance...

The one-eyed Daoist froze, hastily looking towards the opposite hilltop.

The moon was dark, the wind high, plus the river’s Yin fog blocked visibility, even with his divine power activated, he could only make out vague silhouettes.

Even so, a surge of excitement rose in his heart.

Reinforcements have finally arrived!

...

On the mountaintop, Wu Ba left long tracks behind him.

He shook his body, and with a clang, dropped a magazine as thick as a bowl’s rim for the Tiger-Squat Cannon, inserted another, and stepped forward a few paces, aiming down at the river.

The people from the Captain Bureau beside him nearly popped out their eyeballs.

A new-style cannon, driven by one person.

Even if it’s a scaled-down Tiger-Squat Cannon, it’s truly exaggerated.

Is this person even human?

The others of Twelve Primordial Spirits, however, couldn’t afford attention.

Wang Daoxuan had already set up the magic platform, and the Five Directions Luo Feng Flag was placed around it.