Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1913 - 1143: Old Friends

When a Ghost Soldier arrived outside the walls of the forward base with more than a dozen Blood Puppets, he was bewildered.

"Is this a wall?"

"How could there be such a wall here?"

The Ghost Soldier looked up at the tall and mighty wall, his stiff head unable to comprehend why there is such a fortress deep within the mountains!

In his decaying brain, his thoughts were like a rusted machine, unable to function properly.

This is also the Ghost Soldiers’ biggest flaw; their minds are not good, very muddled, commonly known as brain dead.

They were buried deep within the Corpse Sea for thousands of years, even when they saw the daylight again, they couldn’t restore the thoughts of normal people.

In contrast, those who have just been transformed into Ghost Soldiers tend to retain their previous wisdom, with thinking almost indistinguishable from normal people.

On the wall, Yang Qinhua looked at the dumbfounded Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets below, his lips slightly curled.

He then looked at the dense figures gathering in the distant forest, his expression even more invigorated.

Yang Qinhua was not a descendant of Yang Zhenshan, but from the Yang family.

His luck was both good and bad; bad because he missed the best era when Yang Zhenshan was leading the troops, in that time, Yang Family Village had emerged many leaders, from Yang Chengze to Yang Mingwu to Yang Mingzhen.

His luck was good because he caught the last bus when the Yang family rose in Dasheng, emerging when Yang Chengye was in charge of Chongshan Town, becoming a central figure under Yang Chengye’s command.

Then he followed Yang Chengye to battle the world, unified Dasheng, and established the Da’an Dynasty.

After that, he entered the Spirit Source Land, joined the Yujing Guard, and went from being a Duke to a mere household in the Yujing Guard.

Of course, this disparity didn’t affect him; most of the Yang family’s disciples at the time had abandoned wealth and entered Spirit Source Land, and it was because of this choice that they became what they are now.

If they stayed in the Da’an Dynasty enjoying riches, it’s likely they would have long turned into a heap of yellow earth.

And now those Yang family’s disciples who entered Spirit Source Land, most are Golden Body Realm Martial Artists, a few have become Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists, and of course, some have already been laid to rest in the green mountains.

Yang Qinhua’s good fortune was later surpassing many, becoming a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist ahead of others.

At this moment, as he looked at the Ghost Soldiers below the city, he drew his bow and shot an arrow, the elusive spirit light spilled over the bow and arrow, with a swish, the arrow shot forth with a sharp whooshing noise.

Unfortunately, just as the arrow was about to enter the Ghost Soldier’s skull, a dry hand suddenly clenched the arrow shaft.

The Ghost Soldier stared blankly at the arrow, seemingly not recognizing this thing.

But whether he recognized it or not no longer mattered, because countless arrows followed it.

Arrows rained down, the continuous whistling of arrows slicing through the air persisted.

Though the Ghost Soldiers were dazed, their reaction was not sluggish, the dispersing dark energy quickly formed a barrier, blocking the arrows in front.

But those Blood Puppets couldn’t withstand these arrows; within moments, more than a dozen Blood Puppets fell under the arrow rain.

"Roar~~"

A roar like a beast sounded, large amounts of Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets seemed to receive some instruction and quickly gathered towards the wall.

What followed was a brutal offensive and defensive battle.

Plumes of pitch-black fog formed by the Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets repeatedly struck the walls and array, countless arrows pierced the black mist, turning many Blood Puppets into sieves, toppling them on the ground, occasionally catching sight of Ghost Soldier corpses.

But the lethality of these Spirit Soldier Bows and Arrows posed a considerable threat to Blood Puppets, yet held little threat against Ghost Soldiers.

Unless lucky, hitting the vital point of Ghost Soldiers, it’s difficult to inflict substantial damage on them.

Though with sufficient quantity, even the smallest chance could result in promising lethality.

The battle was underway, yet this was merely the beginning, currently only the Yujing Guard soldiers on the wall are engaging in precise shooting, neither the puppets inside nor the Flying Boats in the sky have joined the battle.

However, as more and more Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets gathered, the battle intensified.

The dark energy released by Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets spread like dark clouds, in an instant, the northern area of the forward base was shrouded in black fog.

"Shoot!"

Yang Qinhua stood on the wall, roaring with a fierce voice.

His heart was pounding, his body trembling, not out of fear, but out of excitement.

It’s been a long time since they participated in combat, a long time since they engaged in such large-scale battles.

Though stability made them feel relaxed, it also made them lose their passion.

But today, their passion returned.

No Martial Artist doesn’t yearn for battle, any Martial Artist who doesn’t crave combat will never become strong.

If you don’t even desire battle, what motivation do you have for cultivation?

The combat grew fiercer, the surrounding Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets continually gathered, soon this army around twenty thousand strong besieged the forward base, and some Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets even rushed to the gap in the south to launch attacks.

In moments, the entire forward base was engulfed in giant black fog, the interior turned gloomy.

Yang Zhenshan looked up at the sky, his gaze through the gaps between the Flying Boats, seeing the patches of black fog, those within the mist, the ferocious Ghost Soldiers and Blood Puppets, his eyes full of sternness.