Elder Bai Gu stood atop his floating bone palanquin, his withered hands clawing at his purple silk robes in wild, blank rage.
Around him, four other Ghost Sect Elders—Elder Ming, Elder Ku, Elder Sha, and Elder You—were waving their bone scepters with manic desperation, channeling torrents of green and black ghost flame into their spiritual threads. But their magic was useless. The front four ranks of their army—one thousand two hundred and fifty heavily armored body-refiners—stood as an unbending wall of stone, fully unresponsive to the sect’s carrier frequencies.
“They have used an ancient sealing magic charm!” Elder Ming shouted, his face sallow with terror. “The border guard post has deployed a royal array!”
“Break it!” Bai Gu roared, spitting dark potion-made bile. “Channel the Nether Fire into their skulls! Melt the receiver pins!”
Before the elders could channel their destructive energy, Lin Tao prepared the second order payload atop the Old Imperial Signal Bluff.
Lin Tao looked down upon the twelve hundred and fifty hijacked soldiers. They were facing south toward Iron Pass Fort, their shields locked against the advancing Ghost Sect rams. In their current orientation, they were merely a defensive barrier.
It was time to turn the barrier into a weapon.
