I'm just an ornamental fish in the water.

"Imperial decree! The Wei River!"

Ao Bing immediately took action.

Regardless of the circumstances, the souls of these countless wronged people must be exorcised; otherwise, the entire Wei River region will never find peace.

It should be known that there are many boaters and fishermen on the Wei River. If these wronged souls are scattered across the Wei River, countless innocent mortals will suffer.

If such a thing really happens, Ao Bing will have no other fate but to be sent to the Dragon-Slaying Platform.

So Ao Bing moved.

A hundred-zhang-long azure dragon swam proudly above the Wei River. As its dragon might unfolded, its incomparably majestic decree resounded throughout the Wei River. Combined with its innate authority, the entire Wei River began to fluctuate violently.

Boundless water vapor condensed, gleaming with a faint golden light, carrying the righteous dragon's might, and suppressed the myriad wronged souls.

A celestial deity, a true descendant of the East Sea Dragon Clan, can unleash terrifying power on his own territory.

Ao Bing was confident that, under the decree of his innate authority, he could suppress the grievances with the righteous energy of the Wei River, and even if there were tens of thousands of wronged souls, they would…

"Ugh!!!"

However, under the suppression of that boundless dragon's might and righteous energy, the wronged souls that should have been annihilated and dissipated instead let out a series of mournful and piercing howls.

An indescribable aura burst forth, actually managing to withstand the righteous dragon's might descending from the sky!

"How is that possible!"

Ao Bing gasped in surprise.

These wronged souls are merely filled with resentment and malevolent energy, barely qualifying as vengeful ghosts. Even if there are tens of thousands of them, how could these wronged souls, with their intelligence, possibly resist my attacks?

He was sailing on the Wei River, looking down, when he discovered a scene that shocked him beyond belief.

The countless wronged souls were not in a chaotic state, but rather arranged in an extremely orderly formation!

Moreover, there is a mystery within this formation, which actually unites the evil aura and resentment of the countless wronged souls!

Yes, if it were just a bunch of wronged souls, Ao Bing could easily suppress them with his strength.

But if they form a battle formation, and all the wronged souls are united as one, then Ao Bing cannot shake them!

"A battalion of 100 men, a town of 1,000 men, and a region of 10,000 men..."

Zhang Wei looked at the wronged souls on the Wei River, whose aura and power were completely integrated, with a strange meaning in his eyes.

"If we gather all thirty-six of them, we can sweep across the entire land."

"This is General Ren Gong's method."

The souls of countless wronged people have formed a military formation! And it is the same military formation of the thirty-six divisions of the Yellow Turban Army from back then!

Although there is only one side here, it is still terrifying enough. You must know that the original thirty-six sides really managed to sweep across the entire country.

"By imperial decree! Aerial Shield!"

After his initial attack failed, Ao Bing disregarded his shock and decisively changed his objective.

As his decree was issued, the steam rising from the Wei River shot straight into the sky, like a fountain.

Once the water vapor reached a certain height, it began to fall in all directions.

Before long, the water vapor of the Wei River resembled an inverted bowl, with a diameter of thirty miles, completely sealing off this area.

Since we can't eliminate it in a short time, let's restrict it first!

Having done all this, Ao Bing landed, looked at Jiang Li, and said in a deep voice, "Young friend Jiang, make your move quickly."

He was naturally referring to the nine-section staff in Jiang Li's hand.

However, Jiang Li did not move. He simply looked at the thousands of wronged souls arrayed before him and said softly, "The living dead walk on the ground and can crush everything in their path, conquering cities and destroying armies."

"The souls of countless wronged people are hidden in the Wei River. Once activated, they will travel upstream along the Wei River to the Yellow River, and downstream along the Yellow River to the Luo River. Using the Luo River as a springboard, they can directly attack Luoyang."

"In this way, the Great Wei will be in our grasp. Once we have one of the three kingdoms, we will repeat this method, resurrect the dead on the ground, hide evil spirits in the water, cross the Yangtze River, and march south to establish our rule."

Jiang Li looked up at the empty space, seemingly talking to someone.

However, as soon as Jiang Li finished speaking, Zhang Wei's eyes widened suddenly, and he unconsciously took a step forward: "General!"

But then, a burly figure slowly emerged from the deserted spot that Jiang Li had been staring at.

He was clad in heavy armor, with thick beard and hair, and held a long spear. He was not wearing a helmet, but had a white cloth tied around his forehead.

The figure was a full nine feet tall, standing there like an iron tower.

However, its form of existence is extremely unique. Although it has clearly lost its physical body, it gives people a solid and firm feeling that the soul does not have.

"Immortal of Dissolving into Soldiers? No, not Immortal of Dissolving into Soldiers."

Feng Mu glanced at it, then frowned and muttered to himself, denying his own opinion.

"The malevolent energy and resentment have been combined by demonic energy and solidified into a physical form, resembling a physical body. This is no ordinary immortal who has undergone physical transformation; he has already entered the demonic path."

Feng Mu sighed. Given Jiang Li's earlier guess, she wasn't particularly surprised.

The righteous path and the demonic path have always been intertwined. A righteous person can fall into the demonic path, but if one chooses the demonic path, there is no turning back once one steps onto it.

The general hovered in mid-air, with the orderly array of wronged souls beneath his feet, and looked towards the shore.

"Zhang Wei? Is that you?"

He was somewhat surprised.

Zhang Wei stepped forward, bowed meticulously, and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Wei, Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard under the Great Teacher of Virtue, greets General Ren Gong. How have you been?"

"Look at me, do I seem unharmed? There's no need for such polite words."

Zhang Liang laughed heartily, as if he were still the same vanguard general who shared clothes and food with his soldiers and always took the lead in battle.

But those eyes, which were neither black nor white, but instead shone with a murky gray light, made that smile appear even more terrifying and eerie.

"General, why are you so desperate? Defeat is defeat, there will be no second chance."

Zhang Wei sighed, "When the Great Teacher of Virtue passed away, I was by his side. At that time, I was also unwilling, but the Great Teacher of Virtue said these words to me."

"Who says there's no second chance?"

Zhang Liang laughed, pointed to the array of wronged souls beneath his feet, and said, "An army that knows nothing of death, nothing of fear or retreat, an army that is neither alive nor dead, cannot conquer this mortal realm?!"

"ridiculous!"

Ao Bing sneered, "Using cultivators' methods to interfere in the mortal world will inevitably lead to the descent of heavenly lightning to kill you! Not to mention that you're using evil methods!"

This is quite obvious. It can almost be said that from the very beginning, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang's so-called plan to revive the Yellow Turbans, which had been corrupted by demons, was nothing more than wishful thinking.

It serves no purpose other than causing the deaths of tens of thousands of innocent people and leaving their souls restless.

"Yes, that's how it should be."

Zhang Liang did not react to these words. Instead, he pointed his spear at Jiang Li and laughed loudly.

"However, with my elder brother's nine-section staff and the Taiping Sutra, and with their blessing, even the heavenly thunder generals would dare to interfere in the slightest!"

"Boy, your mission is over. Hand over the Nine-Section Staff and the Taiping Sutra, and this general will reward you accordingly."

He looked up at Jiang Li and smiled.

"This is also what our eldest brother wanted!"