NOVPUBThe war was imminent, and the air at this moment seemed to have solidified, even the Capital City outside could feel this terrible pressure.
"It seems something serious has happened inside the Mausoleum!" Huan Xingzi looked up and muttered to himself.
"It looks like the Guardians inside have taught Xu Fu a lesson," an elder by his side said, his voice clearly taking pleasure in Xu Fu's misfortune. He was well aware of the strength of those Terracotta Warriors, and Xu Fu might very well die inside the Mausoleum if he wasn't careful.
However, he soon shook his head and said, "Don't bother with that anymore, what's happening inside the Mausoleum is beyond our control now. The most important thing at the moment is how to deal with the starving Common People outside. I don't want to harm these people, but now there is only Zhao Pu left of the Emperor's bloodline."
But Huan Xingzi just smiled and said, "I believe he is a qualified Emperor, capable of dealing with such a crisis."
Meanwhile, the great battle within the Mausoleum officially began. Countless Terracotta Warriors charged at Xu Fu, their numbers so vast they seemed endless. Anyone with a weaker constitution would have been paralyzed with fear at the sight.
But Xu Fu was clearly not such a person, as he gently called out, "Hundred Ghosts Nightwalk!"
Out from the pitch-black shadow flew innumerable Ferocious Ghosts, shrieking and wailing, their blood-red eyes fixated on the Terracotta Warriors with envy and hatred.
Countless shadows of men and ghosts began to clash within the Mausoleum, their intertangled forms resembling an epic battle of ancient times.
The Demon God that Bai Qi had become observed the battle below in silence. He understood very well how much the souls trapped within the Terracotta Warriors longed for an exhilarating fight.
They were originally the bravest warriors in the world, who had contended with the armies of the Six States and later even stood against the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals. But for nearly a thousand years, they had been confined to their small Terracotta forms, immobile, forced to silently witness the passage of time.
Now, as an invader entered the Mausoleum and disturbed the great Emperor's eternal rest, these fierce soldiers could finally break their seals and vent their inner fury and frustration.
The war escalated to a fever pitch in an instant, with countless Terracotta figures and Ferocious Ghosts vanishing within this space. Thunderous battle cries mingled with eerie screams filled the seemingly infinite space.
For the Terracotta Warriors, death was merely a lengthy rest. They had lived enough, having agreed to enter these clay forms merely to repay the Emperor's kindness. But now that the Emperor had died, they no longer had the drive to continue. Perhaps perishing in battle was the best ending for them.
It was for this reason that Bai Qi remained an observer, merely watching the fight below without any intention of intervening. He understood these warriors' desires and chose to fulfill their wish to end their inexhaustible fate.
Compared to the death-embracing Terracotta Warriors, the Ferocious Ghosts performed much worse, for they were merely bound by Xu Fu's special methods to obey against their will. In the face of a true life-and-death situation, they instinctively resisted Xu Fu's orders to sacrifice themselves, making the Terracotta Warriors seem even more formidable.
Xu Fu frowned as he watched all this unfold, well aware of the reason for the change in the tide of battle. But of course, it was an inevitable situation. These Ferocious Ghosts were cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, unruly and hard to manage, certainly not comparable to the well-trained soldiers of the Qin Dynasty.
But naturally, he had his own methods. He softly chanted a Spell, and those surviving Ferocious Ghosts suddenly underwent a transformation. Their shadowy bodies grew even larger, with terrifying red light shining in their eyes, as if they had lost all reason.
At this moment, the Ferocious Ghosts had completely plunged into madness, furiously attacking all living beings around them, regardless of whether they were Ferocious Ghosts or Terracotta Warriors. It seemed that the only thing left in their minds was a terrifying desire to kill.
Numerous Terracotta Warriors were torn to pieces by the Ferocious Ghosts, scattering debris all around, and, of course, a great many Ferocious Ghosts also lost their lives, dissipating into smoke and clouds.
This battle had only lasted a short while, but the number of casualties on both sides was a terrifying figure. Yet, Bai Qi and Xu Fu, standing above the fray, showed not the slightest hint of grief on their faces. 𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
One wished to end the pitiful existence of the Terracotta Warriors, while the other considered the Ferocious Ghosts to be tools that could easily be discarded. Naturally, there was not a trace of pity in their hearts, and as long as victory was secured, even if all the Ferocious Ghosts perished, Xu Fu probably wouldn't frown.
The battle seemed to have reached a stalemate when the Yu Hua beside Bai Qi spoke up, "Lord Wu An, this situation might disturb His Majesty's peace!"
After speaking, his gaze turned to what was behind him, the profound darkness seeming to hide a huge sarcophagus.
Bai Qi also glanced behind him and then said softly, "You're right, we can't continue to disturb His Majesty like this."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Bai Qi's Demon God incarnation drew out a huge treasure sword and swung it toward Xu Fu's head, creating a massive wave of wind. A sharp breath rushed toward Xu Fu, killing countless Ferocious Ghosts.
In just an instant, a slight scratch appeared on Xu Fu's face, but, bizarrely, no blood flowed from it.
"As expected of Lord Wu An, the power of this sword strike is truly astonishing," Xu Fu said softly, touching his scratch, full of admiration in his tone.
But Bai Qi remained unchanged by Xu Fu's praise, continuing to lift his treasure sword to attack. Terrible shadows of the blade instantly filled the entire space.
Despite Xu Fu's best efforts to dodge, it was still to no avail. More and more cuts appeared on his face and body, but bizarrely, no blood came from these wounds.
The sword light from Bai Qi became denser, and the speed of his swings faster, as if a Milky Way had descended from the Nine Heavens.
Suddenly, a crisp crackling sound emerged from Xu Fu's body. Subsequently, he became covered in terrifying cracks. Witnessing such a horrifying scene, Bai Qi stopped his attacks, for it seemed that Xu Fu would not survive.
Xu Fu lowered his head to see the cracks on his own body, but there was not a hint of fear on his face. Instead, he murmured in a low voice, "God of Slaughter Bai Qi, truly formidable!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Fu's body completely fell apart, countless pieces drifting across the area. That was not actually Xu Fu, but rather a strange mirror.
"Not good!"
