King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 454 - 167: Retaking Flying Tiger Pass, Everlasting Heroic Love
Suddenly, a piercing whistle emanated from the altar, a sound that seemed capable of penetrating the soul, sending shivers down the spine.
Immediately, countless venomous creatures burst forth from the altar like a raging tide, unleashing an unstoppable disaster.
These creatures varied in form, grotesque and terrifying, making one’s skin crawl. Some were covered in sharp poisonous barbs, which flickered with a ghostly green glow in the darkness, as if coated with deadly venom; others were gigantic, resembling fierce little beasts, with mouths dripping with green venom. Wherever they passed, the ground was instantly corroded into dark black trails, exuding a pungent stench.
They spread their limbs wide, frantically rushing toward the sleeping Ming Army Camp, as if inescapable nightmares.
The Ming army soldiers, sound asleep and ill-prepared, were suddenly swarmed by the creatures like a storm.
They climbed onto the soldiers’ bunks, crept into every corner of the tents, and began voraciously gnawing.
In an instant, cries of agony rang out, piercing the previously silent night sky.
Many Ming soldiers had no time to fully awaken from their dreams before the creatures had bitten them, leaving their bodies covered with wounds, blood soaking the bedding.
They struggled painfully, but couldn’t fend off the creatures flowing in like a tide. These creatures bit relentlessly, seemingly tireless demons, blood spreading freely on the ground, quickly pooling into dark red puddles, the stench of blood pervading through the camp.
Guo Dunping was jolted awake by the tragic cries, a strong sense of foreboding rising within his heart. He hastily dressed, didn’t have time to properly don his shoes, and rushed out of the tent.
The scene before him froze him in place, eyes wide in disbelief.
The camp was in chaos, filled with struggling soldiers and swarming venomous creatures.
The soldiers waved their weapons, desperately trying to fend off the creatures, but in vain.
Tents were knocked askew by the giant creatures, and the flickering firelight in the chaos illuminated the horrific scene even more terrifyingly.
Guo Dunping attempted to rally resistance, shouting the soldiers’ names, trying to calm them, and form a defense line.
However, his voice seemed so insignificant amid the chaotic din, drowned out by screams and the rustling of the creatures.
Watching the situation, his heart filled with regret. He realized that letting Shi Feiyang leave the Flying Tiger Pass was a foolish decision.
Without the help of the Heroic Sakura Association, he found himself so powerless, helpless and desperate.
He watched helplessly as his soldiers fell one by one, yet he couldn’t do anything, tears welling up but failing to fall, the pain in his heart like a surging tide drowning him completely.
Under this terrifying attack, over ten thousand Ming soldiers fell swiftly. In less than an hour, what was once a lively camp became dead silent. Over nine thousand Ming soldiers died in their sleep, their bodies gnawed to mere heaps of white bones, appearing particularly eerie in the cold moonlight.
Those bones silently narrated the tragedy, lamenting Guo Dunping’s blunder and incompetence.
This morning should have seen the dawn of hope illuminate the earth, yet now, the sky was shrouded in gloom.
Yang Yaohui and the few rebel generals beside him seemed like fiends crawling out of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, emanating a chillingly evil aura. Their faces bore sinister, twisted smiles, filled with mania and cruelty, horrifying to behold.
They swiftly reached the prison gates, straining to open them, releasing the rebel soldiers imprisoned by the Heroic Sakura Association disciples. These rebels became lively like wolves freed, their long-repressed anger erupting in that moment.
Immediately, Yang Yaohui stood still, chanting words of a low, obscure tongue as if from the depths of the Nine Netherworld.
His hands swiftly moved in the air, fingers rapidly composing bizarre gestures.
With his movements, the surrounding air seemed stirred by an invisible hand, distorting the space with his evil power.
In an instant, countless venomous creatures surged from all directions, dense as a black tide, screeching toward Guo Dunping and his less than a thousand soldiers. These creatures varied in form, some covered with sharp poisonous barbs glinting with ghostly green light in the dim, others spewing green venom that corroded black marks on the ground wherever they went, chillingly.
Guo Dunping’s face was filled with terror, his eyes wide, sweat rolling down from his forehead.
He swung his long sword madly, hacking at the creatures rushing in like a tide, but the flash of the blade couldn’t halt their assault. Exhaustedly, he howled, "Hero Shi, save me! Save me!"
His voice seemed so insignificant in the chaos at Flying Tiger Pass, drowned out by screams and the rustling of the creatures.
The Ming soldiers fell under the creatures’ attack, cries and screams intertwining into a despairing requiem, echoing through the sky above Flying Tiger Pass.
Flying Tiger Pass turned into Human Purgatory, with the air suffused with the stench of blood and the reek of the creatures, suffocating.
