Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1767 - 1074: With a Word, All Vitality Disperses

An Wusheng lifted his head to look at the battlefield opposite, a cold glint of viciousness flashing in his gloomy eyes.

"Hall Master, are we going back?" Yu Yuan asked.

"No. Go back for what? By the time we return, the Wanhua Demon Court will probably have already pulled out! Going back now is meaningless!" An Wusheng said coldly.

The Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool was very important, but not that important.

It was important because within the Cloud Mist Array, the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool was not only used to refine Ghost Soldiers, but also to nourish them. Put simply, the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool was both the manufacturing plant and the repair factory for Ghost Soldiers.

If a Ghost Soldier was damaged and thrown into the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool, in just a few days, the dense Evil Qi and Blood Evil Qi would heal the Ghost Soldier’s wounds.

At the same time, the current mass of Evil dark clouds over the battlefield also came from the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool. It was Evil Qi condensed by the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool through the Evil Blood Killing Array, and it had the same healing effect on Ghost Soldiers’ injuries.

However, the Evil dark clouds were limited, while the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool could continuously draw Evil Qi from the underground Yin Vein.

So the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool could be considered a supply station for the Ghost Soldier army. Losing the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool was equivalent to the Ghost Soldier army losing its ability to rapidly heal.

It was also not important because it was merely a supply station. As long as there was enough time and resources, An Wusheng could build two or three, or even more, Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pools.

This was also why he had not left any defensive forces at the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool—because he simply did not care if it was destroyed.

Or rather, the destruction of the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Pool would only cause him some minor trouble and could not affect his overall plan.

"Since the Sky Cloud Sword Sect has been made a discarded pawn, we’ll eat this pawn first, so they don’t cause us trouble later!" An Wusheng decided to exterminate the Sky Cloud Sword Sect first.

Although he had not had a decisive battle with the Wanhua Demon Court this time, if he could wipe out the Sky Cloud Sword Sect, it would not be a loss for him.

The existence of the Sky Cloud Sword Sect had always been a threat to them. Once it was destroyed, they could focus all their efforts on the Qingyuan Fox Clan.

Just then, a burst of thunder suddenly erupted on the battlefield.

Yang Zhenshan raised the Green Wood Purple Lightning Sword high, his whole body wreathed in arcs of green lightning. Above, dark clouds churned; below, thunder rolled with the might of ten thousand jun. One after another, cyan-white bolts of lightning lashed down like whips, striking the Violent Bear Demon King again and again.

Rumble~~

Thunder boomed in waves, and in the span of a few breaths, the Violent Bear Demon King was turned into a heap of charcoal.

Nor was that all. After slaying the Violent Bear Demon King, Yang Zhenshan swallowed a top-grade Demon Yuan Pill. Mana surged within him, and the Qinghua Thunder Pearl seemed to go berserk, constantly swelling and vibrating.

Huge amounts of Wood Divine Thunder burst out of his body. From his eyes, mouth, nostrils, ears, and even every inch of his skin, flickering lightning flared outward.

His Vestment robe billowed in the electric arcs, his hair danced in the lightning, and the Green Wood Purple Lightning Sword erupted with dazzling, blinding radiance.

The dark clouds in the sky rapidly swelled, countless electric arcs coiling around them.

"Nine Heavens Wood Divine Thunder!"

"Ah~~~"

Surging mana and violent thunder power tangled together, causing fine cracks to appear all over Yang Zhenshan’s body.

The vast, terrifying mana and thunder made Yang Zhenshan feel as if he were losing control.

At this moment, Yang Zhenshan was like an overinflated bomb that could self-detonate at any time.

His sudden eruption drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

Jian Changhe and Yun Xiao, who were closest to him, were stunned for a moment, then their expressions turned grave.

Far from the battlefield, White Cloud True Monarch and Que Lingyu also changed expression, mana on their bodies suddenly surging.

No one here was a fool. They all understood that with the Wanhua Demon Court’s support failing to arrive, the Sky Cloud Sword Sect had already been abandoned.

The Nine Heavens Wood Divine Thunder gathered the Wood attribute qi of the ninth heaven and transformed it into pillars of cyan lightning, specialized in breaking evil spirits and foul Yin filth.

This was the Divine Dao Intent of the Qinghua Thunder Skill.

Unfortunately, Yang Zhenshan had not grasped the Divine Dao Intent of the Qinghua Thunder Skill; he was only using his powerful mana to force out a vast tide of Wood Divine Thunder.

Divine Thunder descended; myriad rays of lightning turned into cyan thunder pillars and crashed down.

The roar of explosions rose one after another. The three Demon King Yin Soldiers nearby were instantly smashed out of the sky; the Evil dark clouds shattered, and thousands upon thousands of Ghost Soldiers fell from the heavens like dumplings into boiling water.

The sound of thunder shook three thousand li; in an instant, heaven and earth were plunged into silence.

The next moment, the lightning dimmed, and Yang Zhenshan panted violently.

Just then, two sharp blasts of Sword Intent suddenly erupted, locking directly onto Leng Xuan opposite them.

"Retreat!"

Yang Zhenshan shouted in a fury.

The Sky Cloud Sword Sect had been turned into a discarded pawn, and the Yang family had been discarded along with it.

Their situation now was extremely dire; a single misstep would mean eternal damnation.

His outburst just now had been to buy the army below them a chance to withdraw.

It was also so that they could free up their hands to deal with the battle to come.

The Demon King Yin Soldiers were nothing; at most, they could only tie them down. Their true enemies were An Wusheng and the others opposite.

To avoid a situation where, when they were dealing with An Wusheng and the rest, the Demon King Yin Soldiers descended on the army below for a massacre, Yang Zhenshan had no choice but to eliminate these Demon King Yin Soldiers before An Wusheng and the others made their move.

His single strike of Nine Heavens Wood Divine Thunder not only severely injured four Demon King Yin Soldiers, it also blasted apart a vast swathe of Evil dark clouds and annihilated tens of thousands of Yin Soldier Blood Puppets.

"Retreat!"

On the Vermilion Bird Cloud Boat, when Xuanzhen heard Yang Zhenshan’s order, he did not say a word. He directly had people drive the Flying Boat away from the battlefield.