Chapter 872: Unspeakable Army

Chapter 872: The Unspoken Army

Dressed in theatrical costumes and painted with theatrical makeup, these grotesque monstrosities stood there singing opera as if this were not a battlefield of life and death, but a stage.

Some wore flat shoes while others stood on stilts, towering over their fellow deformities by several tiers. To Li Huowang's eyes, they appeared in all sizes and shapes, yet this scene was no less terrifying than the demons of the eighteen hells.

Li Huowang shivered with cold as he gazed upon these deformed male and female roles, these so-called Unspoken Army.

Two of them had already been difficult to deal with; now there were so many more.

Once convinced that he had no rivals left, Li Huowang finally realized how absurd his previous thoughts had been. This strange world always held bizarre things he had never seen!

Li Huowang slightly turned his head, looking at the great Qi people behind him, their confident and indignant expressions making a bitter taste rise in his heart.

If it weren't for this, perhaps these men could be of some use, but facing the Unspoken Army, these guys had come here to die.

"Ai~ ya ya ya!"

Seeing the distant Unspoken Army begin to make their appearances one by one, Li Huowang cursed inwardly and raised his hand, "Fire!"

A surge of flame instantly erupted from his red Daoist robe, bursting out from the sleeves and collar.

Even if he might not be able to defeat them, Li Huowang still wanted to try. Surrendering outright would make him feel unfulfilled!

But it wasn't over yet. Li Huowang gripped the Spinal Sword with both hands and plunged it deep into his chest. With a gnawing bite of effort, he pulled it out, tearing out his five viscera.

Five volumes of the "Great Thousand Records" appeared on the ground, catching each of his organs one by one. "Wood Liver! Earth Spleen! Metal Lung! Water Kidney! Fire Heart! The Intermediary Five Elements!!"

The bamboo slips of the "Great Thousand Records" quickly writhed and transformed into worms, continuously splitting and filling Li Huowang's chest cavity.

Flames still burned fiercely on Li Huowang's body, wrapping around those worms, burning them until they screamed in agony and crackled violently.

At this moment, Li Huowang was connected to those worms, feeling everything they felt.

With a sudden stamp of his feet, Li Huowang roared, charging forward with flames and screaming worms toward the Unspoken Army.

Just as Li Huowang was about to collide with them, he grabbed his ribcage and forcefully tore it apart, his body stiffening as the burning worms inside scattered like celestial flowers toward them.

Now Li Huowang was just an empty shell, while the worms were truly his essence.

Countless worms opened their blood-stained mouths, striking like raindrops against them, burrowing into their theatrical garments. Flames danced wildly, igniting everything they touched.

The theatrical clothes caught fire, and the intense pain made them flail their long sleeves frantically, beating at themselves in panic, creating a sea of fire.

Just as Li Huowang prepared to unleash carnage, the situation suddenly changed.

Those unattacking deformities rushed forward. As their water-sleeve spears brushed against the worms, Li Huowang immediately sensed something missing from the worms.

The moment the worms stopped screaming and froze in place, Li Huowang understood instantly—the worms had lost all pain! These Unspoken Army had simply taken away all suffering!

At this moment, Li Huowang finally grasped what Zhuge Yuan meant by "touching heaven and meeting the Dao."

These beings could touch any heavenly principle—whether the truth cultivated through cultivation or the suffering of the Aojing sect—they could treat it as an object to manipulate at will.

Any divine power that could borrow heavenly principles could be easily neutralized before them.

If all suffering was taken away, then the Aojing ritual without pain was nothing at all.

A sparse sound rang out as the painless worms fell one by one, their flames quickly extinguishing, lying motionless on the ground.

Several deformed figures in blue robes stepped forward sorrowfully, mockingly singing:

"Only when someone mourns at the green grave, someone mourns, pitiful indeed, the soul's grievances endure for millennia, endure for millennia, your longing, in the next life, forever bound by grass."

"Impossible? Even the Intermediary Five Elements don't work?" Though Li Huowang felt deeply unwilling, the facts were undeniable. Nothing could change that. Their power was too overwhelming.

No wonder they could betray Mother Wu Sheng together and steal her heavenly principle.

"Ji Zai, Ji Zai!!" Li Huowang roared at his own reflection in the blood pool, but received no response. His greatest reliance failed him at this crucial moment.

Li Huowang's burning hand gripped the Spinal Sword hilt, a deep sense of helplessness washing over him. Cultivation, Aojing rituals, Ji Zai—all useless. He had no cards left.

Since leaving Qingfeng Pavilion, he had never encountered such a formidable enemy.

"What to do? If I can't fight, should I just retreat and return to Daliang first?"

But when Li Huowang turned to look at the countless great Qi people who had already reached his back, he couldn't bring himself to accept it.

Li Huowang understood—if he retreated to Daliang, these people would likely all be slaughtered by the Unspoken Army. If they were all gone, Great Qi would truly become nothing more than a passing point for Tian Chen.

"Master Li, do not worry! The monks of Zhengde Temple have all arrived."

Hearing this, a bitter smile crossed Li Huowang's face. What good were the monks of Zhengde Temple? Their flesh-and-blood heavenly principles were also restrained by those strange abilities.

He turned his head to face the Unspoken Army, who seemed completely unfazed, standing there waiting for the vast army of Great Qi to surround them, like cats waiting for mice to come to them.

"Let the military experts hold the front line!" Li Huowang once again drew the Spinal Sword, knowing that if divine powers didn't work, he could only resort to brute force.

He didn't know if it would work, but there was no other choice now—he could only fight to the death.

If Great Qi and he couldn't withstand these Unspoken Army, then Daliang would be threatened. This might be a crisis even greater than the Fa Sect.

Just as Li Huowang gritted his teeth preparing to charge forward, a joyful voice rang out behind him. "Zhuge Bodhisattva!! We're here to help you!"

Li Huowang remembered this voice—it was Feng Bawan's. As his voice echoed, a trace of non-force gradually entered Li Huowang's dantian.

Feng Bawan's voice immediately inspired others to follow suit, cheering and encouraging each other in waves.

Everyone was excited and proud. In their eyes, clearly, they outnumbered the enemy, giving them the advantage on the side of the Bodhisattva.

With their shouts, streams of non-force poured once again into Li Huowang's dantian.

"What good is all this non-force?! Can the Way of Forgetfulness really help me against these things?!"

Just as Li Huowang said this, he suddenly froze, sensing the heavy non-force in his heart. A thought struck him suddenly.