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Chapter 412: 410: Wanhua Sword Formation
Chapter 412: 410: Wanhua Sword Formation
Chapter 412: Chapter 410: Wanhua Sword Formation
“Kill!”
Upon Ning Daoran’s command, dozens of Class A Paperfolk, each comparable to the late stage of the Golden Core, took the lead and charged into the fleet formation of Sangyu Country. As magical luminescence manifested, bursts of energy erupted, and many battleships were ripped apart by their mana in a single strike, with the screams of cultivators rising and falling in succession!
Each Class A Paperfolk, comparable to the late stage of Golden Core, when placed in Sangyu Country could be considered an Ancestor of a prominent sect, possessing formidable combat power that ordinary cultivators could hardly withstand!
Furthermore, with several hundred Class B Paperfolk, equivalent to the mid-stage of Golden Core, wreaking havoc, a storm was lifted among the army of Sangyu Country cultivators, with numerous cultivators being killed without even understanding why!
“Why… Why is this happening!?”
A Sangyu Country late-stage Golden Core elder soared with a Blood Banner, looking at the scene below with a ghastly pale face, “Where did these cultivators come from, and why is their combat power so terrifying?”
“Ancestor!”
In the water, a voice shouted from a mid-stage Foundation Establishment figure, but in the blink of an eye, a Class B Paperfolk pressed him into the water and brutally killed him.
“Damn it!”
The elder screamed shrilly, furiously waving the Blood Banner in his hand towards three nearby Class A Paperfolk and roared, “Behold my Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner! Three Fellow Daoists, turn into a wisp of my Taoist Soul, how about that!?”
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner waved frantically, and streams of blood-red aerosol surged swiftly in the air. Immediately, the three Class A Paperfolk shuddered, only to seemingly have no particular sensation afterwards.
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner waved for a long while, but the few Class A Paperfolk still stood firm without a motion, as Ning Daoran had only implanted a bit of Divine Soul which could not be extracted.
“How is this possible, could it be they have no Divine Soul?”
The elder was filled with doubt, soon surrounded by a group of Class A Paperfolk, various spells were cast from all directions, bombarding him!
“Ancestor!”
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