National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

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it's dark.

Dark red lightning flashed deep in the clouds, and thick black fog, like an overturned iron pot, pressed down firmly on the loess city wall.

The ground began to tremble.

The pebbles on the yellow sand bounced rhythmically.

The black mist tore apart.

Two thousand wild wolves, each three meters tall and the size of a heavy armored vehicle, surged out like a black tide.

They crawl on all fours, with half-meter-long pale bone blades extending from their thick claws, plowing deep furrows into the ground with each stomp.

Behind them, five bloodthirsty wolf kings, each five meters long, strode forward with icy steps, their red vertical pupils locking onto the city ahead.

A strong stench of blood and rotting flesh wafted in with the fierce wind.

Foreign netizens, filled with immense panic and malice, flooded into the Chinese livestream room.

They desperately needed to see others suffer more than themselves to alleviate the psychological collapse caused by the fall of the Nanyue Kingdom.

[The South Vietnamese armored division couldn't even hold out for ten minutes; China's mud wall crumbled at the slightest touch!]

[It's over! The combination of C-rank and B-rank monsters is unbeatable. Even Jackson from the US almost got torn apart. How can they possibly defeat them?!]

[Look everyone! Those two old men from China haven't moved yet, are they scared out of their wits?]

Physical and magical means are useless against absolute power; China will definitely follow in the footsteps of the Southern Yue Kingdom this time!

Let those old geezers run away quickly, at least they'll live two more minutes!

[Waiting for Huaxia City to fall! The demon wolves will devour you, leaving not even bones!]

【............】

More than three billion Chinese people stared intently at the screen, unusually calm.

What's the panic! Look at the screen carefully!

[Grandpa Guan didn't even draw his sword; he's just closing his eyes and cultivating immortality!]

Master Ma sat down after arranging the bone mountain, his left hand remaining tucked into his sleeve the entire time.

[Chen Xiao is still touching nails next to the coffin!]

[Blind students, I've discovered something amazing! They're using a shift system! One person does the entire shift!]

[The first wave was the blacksmith chopping, the second wave was the Taoist priest shaking, and now it's the third wave. Who the hell is logging in?]

Look at the base of the city wall! The scholar who's been coughing up blood has stood up!

【............】

In the center of the image.

In the corner on the right side of the loess city wall, a man dressed in a blue long robe, whose thin frame looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over, slowly stood up, leaning against the wall.

Ji Yuan.

A sickly man who, from the very first round, kept covering his mouth with a dirty handkerchief and coughed up blood every now and then.

He had been squatting on the ground, drawing circles of various sizes with a piece of chalk.

Ji Yuan straightened up, carefully folded the blood-stained handkerchief neatly, and stuffed it into her bosom.

Then, he slowly patted the dust off the hem of his long robe.

It was as if what was charging towards them wasn't a bloodthirsty wolf capable of tearing apart tanks, but a pack of stray dogs that had inadvertently wandered into the academy.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

The wolf pack was still 500 meters from the city gate.

The earth roared.

Ji Yuan took a step forward.

The strong wind made his blue robe flutter, and his originally pale cheeks, thanks to the 60% national fortune of China, showed a healthy blush.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and fumbled around for a moment.

He pulled out a thick stack of yellow paper with slightly rough edges.

Foreign netizens, seeing this, immediately relaxed and burst into laughter again.

[Hahaha! What did I just see? He took out a stack of scrap paper?]

Is this someone preparing to write their will before they die? Their hands are shaking so badly they can't even write straight!

[This is too abstract! Using paper to fight a C-rank demon wolf? It even broke the iron sword of the Southern Yue Kingdom!]

[Is this sickly fellow Huaxia's trump card? His frail body would fall apart with a single breath from the demon wolf!]

[Case solved. He was trying to wipe the wolf's mouth with paper, hoping the monster would be gentle when it ate him.]

This is an insult to survival games! Watch him get torn to shreds!

[One minute! I bet he won't even last a minute!]

Chinese netizens responded directly and without mercy.

[What do those white pigs know! That's called yellow paper! It's something used to send off ghosts and gods!]

Judging from his long robe, could he be one of those legendary paper craftsmen?

[Holy crap! A paper craftsman? You mean the kind of artisan who uses bamboo strips to paste paper and can burn the dead to heaven?]

[A Taoist priest drives corpses, a scholar makes paper offerings! With this lineup, even the King of Hell would have to offer him a cigarette!]

[Young scholar, teach these uncultured foreign devils a lesson!]

[That was a perfect performance, I give it full marks. Look at those steps, so steady!]

【..........】

On the battlefield.

The distance was reduced to 300 meters.

The wolf's heavy breathing was clearly audible.

A dozen or so demonic wolves in the front row leaped into the air, their pale bone blades drawing deadly arcs in the dim light.

"cough."

Ji Yuan coughed softly.

He didn't back down.

His thin, slender fingers flew across his face.

The thick stack of yellow paper seemed to come alive at his fingertips.

Tearing, folding, interlacing.

The movements were so fast they left afterimages, carrying a unique sense of rhythm.

Just two seconds.

An ordinary piece of yellow paper was transformed into a paper figure the size of a palm in his hands.

There are no facial features, only rough outlines.

Ji Yuan's fingers never stopped, and paper scraps flew around as the second and third paper figures quickly took shape.

Two hundred meters.

The wolf pack's charge speed was increased to the maximum.

The lead wolf had even opened its blood-red maw, and thick saliva dripped from its sharp teeth onto the yellow sand, making a hissing, corrosive sound.

The five B-level bloodthirsty wolf kings stationed at the rear let out a low roar, urging the wolf pack to trample the defensive line flat.

Yanjing, the strategic command center.

Zhou Yaoguo braced his hands firmly on the table, his eyes fixed on the yellow paper in Ji Yuan's hand.

"Minister, he's folding paper."

Staff Officer Li swallowed hard. "The distance is too close! Less than two hundred meters. The demon wolf will crash into the city gate in three seconds!"

Minister Chen raised his hand to interrupt him: "Don't make a sound. Look at the light in his hand."

Zoom in on the screen.

The technicians zoomed in on the lens to its maximum focal length.

Everyone saw it clearly.

The yellow paper that Ji Yuan held in her hand shimmered with a pure golden-red luster.

This is not ordinary paper.

This is a magical artifact that carries 60% of the nation's destiny back to China!

The vast yang energy of the nation's destiny and the mysterious yin energy in his paper-making technique merged perfectly in an incredible way.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters.

The fishy wind ruffled Ji Yuan's disheveled hair.

He stopped what he was doing.

He held a pile of folded paper figures in his left hand and picked one up from the pile with his right.

Ji Yuan raised her head, her eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

He looked at the overwhelming black wolves ahead and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Guests have come from afar, and we have not prepared any wine."

Ji Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, making it clear to the ears amidst the noisy battlefield.

"I can only offer you all a little bit of paper money."