The Carefree Immortal, Episode 6: The Fifth Chapter of the Great Swamp - Bloodbath

A fierce and brutal battle finally erupted. Powered by two incomparably powerful hellish towers, hundreds of heavily armored, two-headed skeleton swordsmen surged into the breach in the city wall, wielding terrifying broadswords and relentlessly slaughtering any who stood in their way.

Inside the city, the Imperial Tiger-Head Army, armed with heavy shields, fought desperately to block their advance. Though fear gripped them, they all knew the consequences of letting these demons breach the city; with no way to retreat, they had no choice but to fight to the death.

At this moment, the skeleton sorcerers following the two-headed, heavily armored skeleton swordsmen entered their spell range and began wielding their magical weapons. Suddenly, hundreds of thick, malevolent black wisps of energy shot out, instantly blasting away most of the Tiger-Head Army blocking the breach. The skeleton swordsmen seized the opportunity to flood into the city, wreaking havoc.

The battle was incredibly fierce and devastating, leaving the defenders on both city walls dumbfounded and terrified.

Fang Shaolin, his eyes bloodshot, roared at the soldiers crowding at the broken edge of the city wall, "Everyone, retreat!"

He then took out a brightly colored talisman from his magic pouch, cupped his hands in reverence, and chanted a low incantation.

The soldiers at the broken edge immediately obeyed, their eyes fixed on him with hopeful anticipation.

They had long heard that this hereditary Great Swamp Commander was a disciple of an immortal, possessing immense supernatural powers and boundless magic. Today, the various powerful spirits he had summoned one after another confirmed this. In this life-or-death moment, he and his supernatural abilities were their last hope.

Little did they know that this seemingly invincible immortal disciple relied entirely on the talismans left by his master; each one used was one less available.

Suddenly, a bright red light shone from the broken edge of the city wall. After a series of ethereal fluctuations, the outline of a ferocious beast appeared. As the red light solidified, it gradually became clear that it resembled a leopard, but strangely, its body was seven or eight times larger than that of an ordinary leopard. It also had a horn on its forehead and five tails whipping behind it, making it look extremely bizarre and ferocious.

The soldiers didn't know what it was, but Xue Han, who was not far away, recognized it and felt a chill in her heart: "Could it be a ferocious beast? Eleventh Uncle is truly remarkable, actually managing to find such ancient beast materials for refining talismans!"

The ferocious beast's figure quickly became clear, transforming from illusion into reality. With a creaking sound under its feet, it suddenly fell from the city wall along with the shattered bricks and stones.

It turned out that the city wall near the breach was already very fragile and could not withstand the rapidly increasing weight, causing it to collapse.

With a deafening crash, the ferocious, colossal body slammed heavily into the horde of skeletons, crushing several skeleton sorcerers in its wake. Enraged, it leaped up, roaring and rampaging through the skeletons as if they were nothing. The skeletons were thrown into chaos. Several skeleton halberdiers thrust

their halberds, attempting to pierce the ferocious body, only to find the sharp blades barely penetrating an inch. In their astonishment, the ferocious's massive claws swept them away, sending them scattering in all directions. Then, a two-headed, heavily armored skeleton swordsman squeezed through the crowd, but before he could even swing his sword, the ferocious beast pounced on him, biting off one of his heads. Its blood-and-bone frame, enhanced by evil magic, collapsed under the weight of the beast, a chorus of bones breaking.

Now gripped by fear, the skeleton sorcerers fled in disarray, their ranks further crumbling. This blocked the breach, and the skeletons that had already stormed into the city lost their support, becoming easy prey for the newly bolstered imperial defenders, who swiftly overwhelmed them.

The ferocious beast darted through the horde of skeletons, each bite tearing off half a skeleton's body, each claw smashing a skull, utterly destroying everything in its path.

A few skeleton sorcerers, catching their breath, brandished their magical weapons in the distance, unleashing streams of inky black energy at it. This malevolent spell, of unknown origin, instantly corroded the beast's seemingly bronze-cast-iron body, leaving horribly pitted wounds.

Little did they know this would invite annihilation. The beast roared, charging forward like lightning, tearing them to shreds with a few swift strokes. From then on, it focused its attacks on the black-robed skeleton sorcerers.

Just as the situation seemed to ease slightly, the crossbows on the city walls suddenly fell silent. The two heavily damaged hell towers, still staggering towards the breach, were covered in menacing skeleton warriors, their forms savage and ready to devour.

"What's going on?"

Fang Shaolin turned and demanded sharply. Without needing to think further, judging solely from their size, even the most ferocious beast he summoned with his talisman was no match for the Hell Tower.

"We're out of crossbow bolts, all used up,"

a general reported hoarsely.

Fang Shaolin sighed softly, touching the magic pouch at his waist, unable to find a single talisman that could withstand the Hell Tower before him.

The two towering skeletal monsters drew ever closer, pressing down on everyone on the city wall like mountains, making it hard to breathe.

Just then, a white robe fluttered, and a slender figure leaped over the city wall, soaring into the air. A flash of light emanated from her body, transforming her into a golden rainbow as she swiftly rushed towards the towering skeletal monsters.

Many people didn't even have time to see who it was, but Fang Shaolin knew it was Xue Han. He was both happy and worried. He was happy because she had already proven her strength to deal with a Hell Tower, saving him from an urgent crisis; he was worried because she had already exerted all her strength and was probably exhausted now.

Xue Han used her Golden Light Leap to sweep across the sky, piercing the left eye socket of a Hell Tower that had approached the city wall like a rainbow. With a flick of her sleeve, a huge light shield, more than ten feet in diameter, burst out from the Golden Shield hanging on her arm, almost filling the entire eye socket. Before two skeleton sorcerers could react, they were decapitated. The remaining skeleton sorcerer hurriedly swung his skeleton staff, and a cloud of black smoke rolled out from the skull at the top of the staff, but the light shield changed from vertical to horizontal, splitting it in two.

Xue Han leaped out, about to plunge into the right eye socket of the Hell Tower, when several plumes of black smoke surged towards her, mingling and billowing. She had no choice but to wield her light shield to block, but this obstruction caused her to plummet downwards, landing on the tower's chest. Skeleton warriors clinging to the tower charged forward, brandishing their weapons and roaring.

Golden light flashed, the angle of her light shield constantly shifting, instantly slicing several surging skeleton axemen in half at the waist. Amidst the overwhelming onslaught, on the jagged, rugged bones, Xue Han moved with unwavering composure, her graceful figure rising and falling with the agility of a dragon, causing the skeletons to fall from the towering structure, their bodies shattered to pieces.

For a moment, thousands on the city walls gazed up, all captivated by her breathtaking beauty and skill.

"Who is this woman? How can she possess such skill!"

someone exclaimed in amazement.

The various forces that had come to help came from all corners of the land, many of them well-informed. Immediately, someone responded, "Her weapon looks like... the Golden Shield... Could this beauty be Xue Han, the chief disciple of the White-Haired Fairy of the Xuan Sect, under the command of the Heavenly Dao Pavilion's Demon-Slaying Commander, and known as the Golden Cloud Fairy?"

Xue Han fought fiercely, cleaving through the dense swarms of skeletons like waves crashing against a boat's crest, almost unstoppable. However, due to the sheer number of skeletons, she couldn't immediately reach the right eye socket of the Hell Demon Tower. Taking advantage of this, the three skeleton sorcerers in the right eye socket manipulated the now unbalanced Hell Demon Tower to advance.

Just then, the second Hell Demon Tower pressed down on the city from another direction, its massive bony arm crashing down from the sky, blasting another breach in the city wall. Nearby skeletons surged in like a tidal wave.

Fang Shaolin's eyes were bloodshot. He pulled out another talisman from his magic pouch, gritted his teeth, and forcefully gathered his spiritual power.

The Blade of the Asura King! Although this talisman wasn't one of the Ten Wonders of the Great Wilderness, it was a protective talisman left to him by Zhaixingzi. It was said to be able to slay dragons and slay serpents. Perhaps it could deal with this towering, skeletal monster?

Fang Shaolin silently chanted, and amidst the anticipation of his soldiers, the talisman between his fingers vanished instantly, revealing a blurry, indistinct, massive black blade above his head. It was five or six zhang long, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

The soldiers' spirits lifted, but then Fang Shaolin suddenly shuddered, coughing up a mouthful of blood. He collapsed to the ground, and the giant blade that was gradually becoming clearer above his head vanished in a flash.

It turned out that the spiritual energy required for the talisman wasn't much, but Fang Shaolin's cultivation was shallow, and he had already exhausted his spiritual energy by repeatedly praying for high-level talismans. In his desperation, he had forcibly drawn upon it again, damaging his energy channels and interrupting the formation of the Asura King's Blade.

The surrounding soldiers rushed forward to support him. Seeing their lord's ashen face and the blood in his mouth, they all knew something was wrong, but they could only look at each other helplessly.

Suddenly, several roars erupted. Fang Shaolin struggled to his feet, pushed aside his soldiers, and rushed to the breach, peering down. He saw Meng Zheng tightly bound by a strangely shaped demon general wielding a double-pronged fork—the same General Changhai he had encountered on the island in the lake. He knew this demon's power firsthand, and his heart tightened.

But worse was yet to come. From the horde of skeletons emerged a two-headed skeletal demon general, one head a human skull, the other a tiger skull, wielding a massive blade and clad in heavy armor. This was the same two-headed tiger he had also encountered on the island.

Fang Shaolin's expression darkened further. Although Meng Zheng was ferocious, it was struggling under the combined attack of the two demon generals, sustaining numerous wounds. Finally, the two-headed tiger cleaved it in two with a single sword strike and vanished without a trace.

The two demon generals roared with savage laughter and led their hordes of skeletons back into the city. With two breaches in the city wall, it was virtually defenseless.

The situation deteriorated rapidly. The defenders of Zeyang were filled with despair, and many of the third-rate, ninth-rate sect members who had come to their aid began to scatter.

With the fall imminent, Fang Shaolin raised his head to the sky, closed his

eyes, and remained silent for a long time. "Should we retreat? The east gate doesn't seem to be under siege yet; we can still rush out now,"

a general whispered beside him.

Fang Shaolin, however, extended his hand to his men and said calmly, "Give me the staff."

Taking the staff, he slowly tucked the tattered corner of his robe into his waistband, his tone as usual: "Those who retreat are not guilty; those who wish to die… come with me."

The soldiers stood solemnly upright, straightening their armor and changing their blades; not one left.

Fang Shaolin roared, leaped over the city wall, and led his troops towards the skeletons charging into the city.

However, at this moment, Xue Han, who was fighting on the Hell Tower, also encountered a formidable enemy. A skeletal demon general, clad in silver chainmail and with bone wings on his back, descended from the sky, closely following her movements. He wielded a skull-headed flying hammer, striking repeatedly with both cunning and ruthless attacks.

Xue Han remained calm on the surface, but inwardly she was anxious, for her spiritual power and true energy were nearly exhausted. If she could not break through the encirclement immediately, continuing this stalemate would only lead to her death.

The flying demon general was none other than General Breaking the Void, one of the Skeleton Ancestor's most capable generals. On the island in the middle of the lake, he was the first demon general to storm the main hall. Not only was he highly skilled in martial arts, but he was also exceptionally cunning. Seeing that Xue Han, though surrounded, was remarkably agile, he did not approach her, but instead kept a close watch on her, attempting to steadily force her into a corner.

Perched atop the Hellish Demon Tower, Xue Han caught sight of the city's fall, her heart burning with anguish. Suddenly, a strange tremor gripped her chest, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Not only her, but the Zeyang defenders and even the Skeleton Demon Army on the battlefield seemed to sense something, momentarily forgetting their fighting and looking upwards.

The blood-red clouds in the sky seemed even thicker, stagnant like blood plasma, a strange aura, a mixture of evil, terror, and some inexplicable sensation, constantly gushing forth from the clouds.

Suddenly, an incredibly powerful aura swept across every corner of the battlefield, and a gigantic, ferocious head emerged from the rolling blood clouds. Then, a colossal skeletal body, over thirty feet long, snaked its way out of the clouds, appearing like a nightmare before everyone's eyes.

It was a dragon! A skeletal dragon, scaleless, thornless, skinless, fleshless, its body bare of blood-red bones!

The already formidable Skeleton Demon Army now possessed such a demonic dragon! The defenders of Zeyang were stunned; their last vestiges of fighting spirit crumbled instantly. The people in the city were terrified, a sense of impending doom rising in everyone's hearts.

Fang Shaolin, already covered in blood, stared blankly at the sky, suddenly feeling utterly exhausted.

In truth, he hadn't completely given up hope before, because there was still a reserve force of two thousand elite Tiger Head Army soldiers hidden in the city. But at this moment, his heart had turned completely cold: "Wasn't this demonic dragon severely injured by Aunt Feiluo with the Purple Rhinoceros Hairpin? The Li Pearl was destroyed, how could it have recovered so quickly?"

Xue Han on the Hell Demon Tower was ashen-faced. Even she, who was usually calm under pressure, could hardly remain composed at this moment.

The Skeleton Ancestor had arrived! In this situation, despair was truly ignited.

"I wonder how Master and the others are?"

Xue Han suddenly felt an overwhelming longing for them. Seeing the bone dragon getting closer and closer, she gritted her teeth and suddenly leaped towards the relentlessly pursuing General Po Kong, flying far away from the Hell Demon Tower.

This was truly unexpected. General Pokong was secretly delighted and quickly parried with his flying hammer.

The two fought fiercely in the air for more than ten rounds.

Xuehan's martial arts skills were clearly superior, and the Golden Shield was a top-tier weapon of the Xuan Sect. General Pokong's left shoulder was suddenly struck by the light shield, and a corner of his shoulder blade, along with his silver scale shoulder guard, was silently separated from his body.

But General Pokong was not panicked, because as long as he was not completely destroyed, the body of an undead creature like him could be repaired. The important thing was that he had now lured the girl far away from the Hell Demon Tower.

He let out a strange laugh, suddenly threw Xuehan down, and flew backward at high speed.

Without any support, Xuehan's body sank, and she immediately formed a hand seal in mid-air, seemingly circulating her true energy.

General Po Kong immediately retaliated, sneering, "Want to fly back? The Demon Clan will send you on your way!"

Just as he was about to throw his flying hammer, he saw the girl give him a cold smile. With a flick of her wrist, hundreds of golden rays suddenly swirled down from above, terrifying him to the point of utter panic. He tried to escape, but was already tightly bound by the golden light. Then, a horrifying sound of bones being sliced apart rang out as the skeleton disintegrated into pieces.

It turned out that Xue Han was not using her true energy to fly back to the Hell Demon Tower, but rather using her spiritual power to unleash the Xuanjiao's supreme treasure—the Golden Cloud Descent—which terrified countless ghosts and gods.

The Void-Breaking General let out a brief wail before completely disintegrating. Xue Han stepped on its remains, using the force to fly back to the Hell Demon Tower. She was almost there when several billowing plumes of black smoke suddenly shot out from the tower's right eye socket. Normally, she could easily block or dodge, but now her true energy and spiritual power were completely depleted. She could only watch helplessly as she took the hits. Landing on the Hell Demon Tower, she suddenly felt nauseous and weak, and plummeted headfirst from a height of several dozen feet.

In this desperate situation, a skeletal dragon was flying towards her, baring its fangs and claws. As she plummeted downwards, Xue Han sighed softly and closed her eyes.

A strong gust of wind swept past, and Xuehan suddenly felt a tightness around her waist, as if she had been pulled into an embrace. Startled, she opened her eyes to find a person wearing a dark mask with several vertical horns on their forehead holding her. She tried to push them away, but her hands were too weak to break free. The injury aggravated her wounds, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her consciousness fading.

"Senior Sister! How are you?"

the person called out loudly.

Xuehan groaned weakly, "Let go...let me go..."

"It's me!"

the person shouted.

But Xuehan was already slipping into unconsciousness and couldn't hear him anymore.

Needless to say, the masked man was none other than Cui Xiaoxuan, who had just arrived from the depths of hell. He had entered the battlefield riding his inexplicably obedient skeletal dragon when he saw Xue Han falling from the Hell Tower. Startled, he hastily flew to her side and saved her at the last second.

"Let...go...kill...you..."

Xue Han struggled fiercely, though she was now utterly powerless.

"Senior Sister has such a fiery temper..."

Perhaps because he was wearing the Seven Evils Cover, Xiaoxuan's heart pounded wildly. He laid her down next to Fei Luo, noticing wisps of black energy flickering on her face. He wondered if she was under some kind of evil spell, so he quickly took out some healing pills from his pouch and put them in her mouth. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Where are Master and the others?"

Xue Han had already completely lost consciousness.

Xiao Xuan was at a loss, his heart filled with anxiety: "It seems the only way to heal them is to find my second senior sister quickly!"

Looking around, he saw two large breaches in the southern wall of Zeyang City, and the skeleton demon army was surging in like a tide. The situation was extremely critical. Suddenly, anger welled up within him, and he

spurred his bone dragon towards a skeleton demon tower. The skeleton sorcerers riding the Hell Demon Tower, seeing it was their master's mount, never expected an attack. They continued to frantically attack the city wall, but when the bone dragon suddenly charged straight at them, they were stunned. In an instant, the tower's head was struck, and half of it was torn off with a deafening roar.

"Destroy it!"

With that thought, Xiao Xuan saw the bone dragon turn back, circling the half-headless Hell Demon Tower several times, its claws and fangs tearing at it, instantly dismantling the tower into pieces.

The already riddled and colossal Demon Tower could no longer withstand such a heavy blow, and finally collapsed with a series of earth-shattering explosions, burying the hordes of skeletons on the ground in the dust and sand it kicked up.

This dramatic change was so sudden and astonishing that, apart from the lowest-ranking skeleton halberdiers and skeleton axemen who were oblivious to the terror, the rest of the skeleton army fled in all directions in fear.

Xiao Xuan, aboard the skeleton chariot, trembled violently. From the moment he entered the battlefield, he felt countless unseen things rapidly surging in from all directions, seeping into his body like a tidal wave. The strange sensations he experienced after donning the Seven Evils Cloak were amplified exponentially, and at the moment the Hell Demon Tower was destroyed, these sensations expanded tenfold, even a hundredfold, causing his heart to pound, his blood to boil, and his muscles to tense as if in spasm, as if he possessed the power to devour the heavens and destroy the earth.

He let out an unbearable growl and rode his bone dragon towards another Hell Demon Tower.

The skeleton warlocks within the eye sockets of the Hell Tower panicked. Only when the skeletal dragon flew close did they realize that the people on the skeleton chariot were not their masters. But by then it was too late. The skeletal dragon opened its massive jaws and spewed out a torrent of blood-like breath, instantly corroding the parts of the tower it touched, and the skeletons clinging to it melted away.

The skeletal dragon swept past, its extremely hard bone body scraping off large chunks of the corroded parts of the Hell Tower. Xiao Xuan had fought against the Hell Tower before and knew its weaknesses. With a thought, the skeletal dragon flew towards the sky, performing a great inverted spin a hundred feet above the Hell Tower before plunging down like a waterfall from the heavens, directly hitting the top of the tower.

Unexpectedly, the violent tilt threw the two beauties in the back seat of the skeleton carriage out together. Xiao Xuan, engrossed in the battle ahead, didn't notice at all. Fortunately, Fei Luo woke up and hooked her arm around the front of the carriage. In the chaos, she spotted Xue Han falling headfirst beside her and quickly reached out to grab her wrist.

Xue Han was pulled awake and immediately woke up. To her surprise, she found herself headfirst, hurtling towards the ground from a height of over a hundred feet. She gasped in shock, her beautiful face turning pale.

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