The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 545 - 387: Eighteen Ghosts

Chapter 545: Chapter 387: Eighteen Ghosts

Over Sanyang City, the sky appeared to twist in an unnatural fashion, with a chilling wind sweeping through and dark clouds engulfing the sky, as if something of great significance was about to happen.

Fortunately, it was night, and the residents within the city were already asleep. Those occasionally awakened by this unusual phenomenon thought it was just a sign of an approaching storm and didn’t take it seriously at all. They simply closed their doors and windows and went back to sleep.

At this very moment, Li Yi stood tall atop the city walls of Sanyang City. He was enveloped in a brilliant silver radiance, so bright that he resembled a shining lantern in the dark night sky, conspicuously visible even from miles away.

This display by Li Yi was intentional—by mobilizing his Qi-Blood and flaunting the extraordinary, he sought to attract the attention of ghosts and demons, luring the enemy to himself.

Beneath the silver gaze of his vertical pupils, vast forces were amassing outside Sanyang City, where a massive black cloud pressed down upon the land, thundering forward. Within that black cloud, ghost soldiers and Yin Generals arranged their formations, with Yin Gods revealing their presence, majestically as if poised to flatten the entire city. Even a Refining God Realm warrior would need to retreat in the face of this grand Underworld army, lest they be surrounded and perish.

It must be said, the ancient heritage of these ghostly beings is indeed profound, capable of crushing everything mere with the forces under their command, even without making a personal appearance.

No wonder the Eight Great Families have bowed down as vassals for a thousand years, daring not to make the slightest move.

In just a moment’s time, this Underworld army had already reached the city walls and, judging by their disposition, seemed intent on charging into Sanyang City to engage in a slaughter, erasing the city from the map of the Four Seas and Eight Continents.

Li Yi, seeing this, had no intention of humoring them. A silver Sword Gang condensed in his hand, and he then cast the Guiding Skill. The originally silver Sword Gang blazed brilliantly as if exuding Divine Power. With a wave of his hand, the silver Sword Gang slashed towards the ghost soldiers in front of the city wall.

A towering Yin God had just begun to react and prepare to defend when it was cleaved in two by the silver Sword Gang, dying miserably on the spot. The residual force undiminished, the silver Sword Gang was like a spark igniting the darkness, splitting all the Yin Generals and ghost soldiers it encountered into halves along its path.

The bodies of these ghosts were as fragile as paper mache before the dazzling Sword Gang, utterly no match for it.

Even a kilometer away, the leftover energy of Li Yi’s silver Sword Gang was still palpable, sharpened to a point where it could not be stopped, tearing through the dense black clouds before finally disappearing over the plains three thousand meters away.

With just one strike, the Underworld army suffered heavy losses—a Yin God fell, several Yin Generals died, and the number of ghost soldiers killed was beyond count.

"Since you have come, why lurk in the shadows? Do you truly believe that such an army could wear me down to death?" At this moment, Li Yi’s Qi-Blood was so vigorous it seemed outrageous. Well-fed and thoroughly hydrated, he could engage in fierce battle for three days and nights without issue. In this period, not to mention an army like this one— even ten wouldn’t be able to escape utter destruction.

He was no ordinary Martial Artist from the Four Seas and Eight Continents. With the bloodline of the divine and also a gene warrior who cultivated the Evolution Method, his physique was frighteningly strong, impervious to attrition.

Perhaps sensing his overwhelming power from that strike or seeing Li Yi’s exceedingly robust Qi-Blood,

the ghosts and gods realized that they could not exhaust such a mighty warrior through sheer numbers—after all, even a Yin God could not withstand a single blow. It was apparent that Li Yi’s strength had reached the level of the Dharma Manifestation Realm, and it was even possible that he had surpassed this level.

"The formidable one who crossed realms to come here, we have always kept our waters from mingling with your river. Why do you provoke trouble?" At this moment, the form of a ghost god appeared from the dark clouds above, his entire being exuding an aura of twilight, equally decayed, like an elderly man nearing his wooden box. Yet, at this very moment, his stern shout was still full of authority.

"With such youthful vigor, your path ahead is surely not limited to this. Why cling to this tiny plot of the Four Seas and Eight Continents? If you’re willing to avoid further conflict, any condition you ask, as long as it is within our power, we will not refuse."

Then, a second ghost god emerged, equally aged. Seeing Li Yi young and powerful, he had no intention of fighting to the death, only wishing to smooth things over and avert this disaster.

"Harmony is most precious in all things. If you are willing to stop, we are prepared to cede the Four Seas and Eight Continents to you. You reign over the mortal world, and we rule the underworld from now on, never to cross paths again. How does that sound?"

The third ghost god was also inclined towards a peaceful resolution, offering the most generous terms upon his arrival, willing to give up half of their dominions to Li Yi.

After all, Tian Xiong on Ghost Street had met his demise, showing that Li Yi had the strength to kill ghost gods. Having lived so many years, they no longer possessed the courage they once had, not wishing to experience life-and-death battles. If it weren’t for the fear of Li Yi making personal visits one by one, they would never have come together like this.

Li Yi looked at these decrepit ghost gods and calmly said: "Indeed, I have no enmity with you, and I do not wish to speak of false grand principles. Today’s challenge is merely to put an end to the era of the ghost god’s rule, because you stand in my way. If you are willing to stay far from the Four Seas and Eight Continents and flee overseas, I can pretend that nothing has ever happened."

Flee overseas?

As soon as these words were spoken, many ghost gods were instantly enraged.

Without the support of the subjects from the Eight Continents, where would they collect life span to extend their own lives? Wouldn’t that be cutting off their own survival?

"How audacious! We gave you a way out, offering peace, yet do you truly believe we millennia-old ghost gods can be easily bullied? Admittedly, your strength is remarkable, but if we, the eighteen ghost gods, join forces today, it’s not impossible to besiege and kill you at the foot of the city walls." Immediately, a ghost god became furious, and the dark clouds above churned while thunder roared.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s make a move. If you won’t attack first, then I will."

With a sudden shout from Li Yi, the radiant Gang Qi once again coalesced into a silver long spear. With a forceful throw, the spear left his hand, tearing through the sky, heading straight for the ghost god.

The silver long spear arrived in an instant, like a bolt of lightning.

That ghost god was shocked, then bellowing, he held a well-forged treasured blade in his hand, and with all his might, he brought it down in a fierce chop.

Sword Gang appeared, splitting open a gap in the clouds above. Subsequently, the immense residual force from the clash of Gang Qi and the treasured blade spread out, turning into a brutal force that rippled away.

However, at this moment, the ghost god’s complexion drastically changed; his emaciated body staggered backward, and on the arm holding the blade, cracks appeared from the shock, with massive amounts of Yin Qi leaking out from the fissures, dissolving into the world around.

Just from one strike, the ghost god was injured.

"Damn it."

Upon witnessing this scene, the ghost god was both startled and furious. He never imagined that after dominating the Four Seas and Eight Continents for a thousand years as a Refining God Realm powerhouse, he could be shattered by a single blow of Gang Qi?

Luckily, he came well-prepared, bringing a treasured blade that had been tempered for three hundred years. If he had tried to block with Fist Gang, the damage would have been more than just an injury. It could have even cost him his life.

"Everyone, this person is too strong, his Qi-Blood too vigorous. We can only kill him by attacking together. If we fight him one on one, even we, the millennium-old ghost gods, might be annihilated by him." After shouting this warning, the ghost god rallied the other ghost gods to strengthen their resolve and join forces to kill their enemy.

If they hesitated, looking left and right, and were defeated one by one by this person, it would truly be the end of them all.

The other ghost gods also felt the unwavering intent to kill emanating from Li Yi.

"It seems that this battle cannot be avoided. Escaping overseas means death too. Rather than waiting to die, better to kill this man and extinguish other people’s hopes. After all, it’s not like we haven’t done such things before."

"Good, then let’s join forces to encircle and kill this man, and continue our millennium of glory."

"Talk is cheap, kill."

The ghost gods in the sky, after a brief consultation, seeing that Li Yi was uncompromising and unwilling to spare them a path to life, simply took advantage of their numbers to join forces and seek to kill Li Yi. As long as Li Yi died, all would be well.

Although the millennium-old ghost gods were usually cunning and afraid to die, at this point, they showed no fear and were willing to fight valiantly, carving out a path to survival.

Accompanied by a roar from the ghost gods above the sky, eighteen figures transformed into eighteen streaks of dark light, plunging down from the heavens, heading straight for Li Yi.

At this moment, the sparse cosmic energy surrounding them began to converge frantically; the heavens and the earth turned violent.

"That’s more like it." Li Yi stood his ground, motionless amidst the raging turmoil, still standing firm. He reached out and grasped, forming a shimmering silver Gang Qi treasured blade in his hand. To be on the safe side, he took a few drops of green poison from his storage magic artifact and tempered it onto the Gang Qi treasured blade.

This was the formidable Feathered Serpent poison capable of killing the soul.

To ensure the complete elimination of these ghost gods, he was willing to employ some special means.

Lest a few ghost gods escape and secretly come back to take revenge on his master and junior sister.

"You outnumber me, so don’t blame me for being underhanded."

Li Yi glanced at the green gleaming silver treasured blade, then with a burst of Divine Power throughout his body, a thunderous roar was heard as the city wall he was on collapsed. He charged like a fierce tiger into the air, heading straight for the eighteen ghost gods.

In a life-and-death fight, every encounter is a deadly move.

As soon as Li Yi appeared, three ghost gods struck from three different directions with a punch that harnessed cosmic energy between heaven and earth for their use. Though they were but souls, they unleashed unimaginable power that would kill a Refining God Realm Martial Artist in an instant.

"Too weak."

However, Li Yi simply glanced with his silver vertical pupil, reacting in an instant. His silver treasured blade swung.

Three arms were severed, dissipating into the sky.

The three ghost gods, in pain, quickly retreated. But their strike was merely a feint, meant to create an opportunity for the others. To defeat such an opponent without any sacrifice was utterly impossible.

After Li Yi swung his sword, several more ghost gods struck down in an attempt to join forces and finish him off.

However, the interwoven silver glow on his body formed heavy armor that protected him; the collective blow of six ghost gods only managed to barely shatter the armor, not even scratching him. For Li Yi still wore another layer of armor, the Jiao Dragon Armor brought from the Barbaric World, a gift from Merchant Master Xiu Xiang, indestructible.

"Die!"

Several other ghost gods, armed with treasured blades and sharp swords, attacked, directly aiming for Li Yi’s vital points.

If his body was protected by heavy armor, then they would smash his head.

"Seeking death."

Li Yi’s poisoned silver treasured blade swung once more, instantly wounding four ghost gods. Following with a punch, he unleashed his Divine Power and blasted another one away. Then with a thought, a dazzling divine light shot out.

The Fei Mu Needle’s brilliance reached its zenith, shattering the opponent’s weapon with a single strike.

But the ghost gods, whose weapons were broken, did not retreat. Instead, they roared and unleashed their deadly moves, determined to fight Li Yi to the death.

Li Yi had no fear. With a sword in one hand and a fist in the other, he engaged in a ferocious battle with the eighteen ghost gods.