King Qingyu transformed into a wisp of blue smoke, drifting around another ancient beast.
Observing the blue smoke swirling about, the ancient beast immediately halted, looking about with great interest at the blue smoke enveloping it.
After a short while, the blue smoke suddenly turned into a downpour of urgent rain, with blue droplets piercing into the ancient beast's body like thin, long needles, carrying a soft yet bone-piercing spiritual power.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" the giant beast let out cries of pain, then danced around with its limbs flailing, as ancient and profound Yin Qi spiritual power was continuously forced out from its body, trying to drive away the lingering Yin Souls in the blue rain.
Just then, Chen Hao emerged from a suddenly appearing vortex, and then spewed a clump of black and purple Netherworld fire at the rain.
His original goal had slightly changed, as he now wanted to seize the opportunity to eliminate King Qingyu!
"Chirp!" The giant beast beat its chest and stomped its feet, then spat out a ball of pale blue saliva that froze the Netherworld fire coming from Chen Hao's left eye.
It was because of this that King Qingyu barely escaped a disaster. Among the Eight Great Law Kings, he ranked seventh, and in terms of strength, he was no match for Chen Hao at all. It was for this reason that Chen Hao suddenly wanted to take this opportunity to eliminate him.
"Roar!" At this moment, the Ghost King incarnated as a Tibetan Mastiff beast let out a roar that echoed for hundreds of miles around, signaling King Qingyu to escape quickly.
Now under the Ghost King, only King Wumeng and King Qingyu remained as his top generals; he could not afford to lose either of them.
After hearing the roar of the Ghost King, King Qingyu, who had escaped death by a hair's breadth, immediately drifted away, heading towards the location of the Ghost King.
Seeing this, Chen Hao initially wanted to pursue, but was interrupted by the ancient beast that pounced at him.
"Chen Hao, you can kill King Qingyu later!" Ye Yuqiao quickly sent a secret message to Chen Hao from the Nether Acupoint, "Quick, lure this giant beast to the Ghost King Battalion's camp."
"Understood!" Chen Hao responded, "I'll lead it over right now."
After a brief skirmish with the ancient beast, Chen Hao continued towards the camp of the Ghost King Battalion.
Watching Chen Hao leave from a distance, King Qingyu no longer dared to go forward and stop him; King Wumeng, who was weaker than Chen Hao and also being closely pursued by another ancient beast, felt the same.
The only one who could stop Chen Hao, the Ghost King, was unable to extricate himself due to being hindered by two ancient beasts. He could only watch helplessly as Chen Hao left. These two enormous ancient beasts were not as easy to deal with as those Snow Mountain monkey-beasts; it would take the Ghost King quite some effort and a large amount of spiritual power to defeat them.
Before long, King Wumeng severed one of his arms, and immediately, the severed limb transformed into countless blood-colored crows heading towards the encampment. He wished to send his mental soul back to the camp to alert the soldiers to prepare for an imminent battle with the ancient giant beast.
However, as these blood-colored crows flew past from a distance to the west of Chen Hao, they were still detected by Chen Hao and destroyed by his Netherworld fire.
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A quarter of an hour later, within the Ghost King Battalion camp.
Despite the continuous strange cries outside, most of the soldiers huddling in their tents from hunger and cold had no mind to heed them.
"We're in trouble!" Suddenly, the soldiers on night watch cried out in alarm, "There's a giant beast attacking!"
In front of them, the ancient beast, as large as a mountain peak, had already been led there by Chen Hao.
"Quickly go and inform the Ghost King!"
"Brothers, get up quickly!"
"Everyone out, lives are at stake!"
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The soldiers on night duty were already in a state of chaos, and at this moment, the Ghost King, King Wumeng, and King Qingyu were all absent from the camp, leaving no one to stabilize the troops' morale.
Shortly after, from an army camp of over a hundred thousand, only about twenty to thirty thousand had emerged from their tents, the remaining soldiers either hadn't heard the commotion outside, or had fallen into a lethargic sleep amidst hunger and cold.
"Quick, quick, quick, everyone up!" The soldiers who left their tents and saw the gigantic beast immediately ran to spread the news, causing increasing chaos in the camp.
But by that time, it was already too late. Chen Hao had already reached the airspace above their heads and then disappeared. The giant beast he had lured there paid no attention to the densely packed flow of people scurrying beneath its feet like ants spilling out of their nest, and so its two front feet stepped into the camp.
With just one step, countless were dead or injured, and the screams of agony were unceasing.
Hearing the heart-wrenching shrieks from under its feet, the beast was scared as well, then it lowered its head to look at the ground, turning around in a panic on the spot.
In just a few blinks of an eye, it spun several times, instantly causing a large number of casualties.
Not much time passed before thousands of archers spontaneously rode their flying horses into the air, surrounding the beast, and then unleashed a barrage of arrows at it.
After being struck by countless arrows, the ancient creature kept scratching and clawing frantically, as if it wasn't hurt by the arrows, but rather tickled by them. It then rolled on the ground, emitting strange cries.
With its massive body, every roll covered nearly a hundred meters. After just a few rolls, one-tenth of the Ghost King Battalion's tents were flattened, and the dead and injured were too numerous to count.
Eventually, amidst the panic, the soldiers gradually calmed down. The battle-hardened and well-trained troops formed eight battalions and then a hundred thousand people pooled their Spiritual Power to confront the ancient beast. Merging together, the Spiritual Power of a hundred thousand soldiers formed eighteen ropes of Yin Qi Spiritual Power, which then tied around the limbs and head of the beast.
The soldiers from the eight battalions then moved in eight different directions, each pulling a rope merged with the Spiritual Power of tens of thousands.
"Woo woo woo, woo woo woo!" The beast wailed and howled, now rendered immobile, its body twisting and contorting as it was being pulled.
After a while, finally, with the concerted effort of tens of thousands of soldiers, the body of the ancient beast was dismembered, and a lake of crimson blood gushed from its torn body. The blood was filled with an abundance of ancient and cold Spiritual Power, causing the temperature to suddenly drop in the surrounding area.
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In the Nether Acupoint.
Ye Yuqiao held Chen Hao in her arms, comforting him.
Chen Hao knew that luring the giant beast to the Ghost King Battalion's camp would inevitably cause countless casualties, so he felt very ashamed and burdened with a sense of guilt.
"War is just like that," Ye Yuqiao said with compassion, "There is no right or wrong, only victory or defeat."
"I know," Chen Hao hugged Ye Yuqiao tightly, "but I still feel very sad."
"Chen Hao, I'm sorry, everything you've done has been for me."
"Yuqiao, it's not your fault, I don't know what came over me." Chen Hao shook his head in Ye Yuqiao's embrace, "The last time wasn't too long ago in the Huiyin Mountains when I fought the Ghost King Battalion. I absorbed many soldiers through the Nether Acupoint, and I actually felt excited then. I didn't expect that this battle would make me feel so scared."
Ye Yuqiao patted Chen Hao's back and said, "That's because you have learned to reflect. It shows that you have grown up. You are slowly becoming mature, and then learning to withstand and accept everything."
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