Ling Xuanluo persuaded Lu Zan to surrender as he wished, thinking that the Battle of Kowloon Island could be resolved in a peaceful way without spending a single soldier, so that after the Battle of Haiyan Town, the two armies could avoid direct confrontation in front of the battle and settle the dispute without bloodshed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Unexpectedly, the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, just because of his contempt for the remnants of the seaside ghost soldiers, giving the enemy the opportunity to fight back wildly, causing 6,000 steel soul soldiers to attack Kowloon Island on a large scale, burning the hostages of the Immortal Clan, and also causing heavy casualties to the Condor team.

Seeing that the ghost soldiers are flexible, especially the female ghosts, wandering all over the battlefield, even if the allies have many people, they are at a loss because they can't hold them. At this moment, a rain of red rice suddenly fell in the sky, and countless red rice was poured down from the air, and the power of smashing on people was not small.

The ghost soldiers raided, and they were counter-raided for some reason, and they were confused. No matter how capable those female ghosts were, they couldn't float anymore when they were doused with red rice, and they turned back into human form and fixed on the ground, and were stabbed by the allies wielding swords for a while, so the whole island echoed with a terrible ghost howl, penetrating people's hearts and lungs. The air was filled with black dust, and the smell of decaying corpses was suffocating.

At the beginning, the allies only cared about fighting, and they didn't know where the red rice came from, and when the killing was over, they looked at the clouds with their eyes, and it turned out to be the Zhonglang general of the Spirit Scout Army, who brought about 2,000 people to reinforcements. They probably detected the enemy situation from the barren mountain belt and knew that Kowloon Island was being attacked by ghost soldiers, so they came to deliver red rice.

After getting the red rice, the war ended quickly. However, at this time, this small island is full of corpses. The sky above people's heads seemed to be extremely frightened by this bloody killing, and they had already dispersed the stars and moons, leaving no trace of light in the world.

It doesn't matter if there are no stars or moons, the fires burning everywhere on the battlefield are enough to illuminate the entire East China Sea, and there is really no need for the cold light of the stars and moons.

But it was not long before dawn came, and the sky had to tremble and crack a few cracks, so that the living could see a few faint pale rays of light in the canopy except for the fire—the night had passed, and a new day had come.

When the red sun rises, the battlefield of Kowloon Island has fallen into a silence that is more terrible than death. There was no more shouting of killing, and there was no sonorous sound of blades colliding, only the occasional popping sound when the fire burned.

Except for Kowloon Island, the few towns lined up on the coast, including Haiyan Town, were also burned all night, presumably because the ghost soldiers knew that the general situation was gone, so they set all the ghost towns on fire before counterattacking, in case they left something usable for the Condor Alliance.

In this battle, Ling Xuanluo has done his best. Seeing that the last steel soul soldier had turned into dust, he withdrew his Finger Heaven Zen Divine Skill, only to find that his strength was exhausted and he couldn't stand, so he had to use the Jiaoqiu Sword to support him, standing in front of the Xiaolong Palace covered in blood, looking at the corpses all over the ground numbly. And the blood was still dripping down his armor, dripping to the ground. He couldn't tell if the blood was from himself or from another soldier.

Including Lu Zan's angel soldiers, there were more than 20,000 people in total, and they were killed and injured countless by the six thousand steel soul soldiers. If it hadn't been for the fact that he hadn't arrived in time, I don't know what the outcome would have been. Looking at the survivors who can stand or sit and lie down, there are no more than 1,000 people.

In the early morning, the tide of the East China Sea gradually sets, and the red sea rolls the bodies of those fallen soldiers into the depths of the sea and sky, places that are difficult for life to reach. There was no need for a funeral for the remains, the sea was already weeping, and a moving sea burial was held for them.