The Twelve Demon Souls were twelve powerful soul-form demonic cultivators under Qing Dai's command.
Each possessed hundreds of years of cultivation.
For various reasons, they had lost their physical bodies and become soul cultivators.
Qing Dai had given them to me to ensure my safety.
Although I wished to face and overcome all difficulties with my own strength,
now, faced with so many yellow-robed vengeful spirits,
my current cultivation and magical artifacts were insufficient to contend.
If this continued, people would die.
I had no choice but to summon these demon souls.
The Twelve Demon Souls were each clad in black robes.
On their left chests were their respective life-force patterns.
They stood before us, emanating an intensely abnormal aura of yin and demon energy.
Black mist billowed, creating a palpable contrast with the surrounding malevolent qi.
Lao Mo, Qiu Xi, Li Chunlong, Yun Long, Yun Hu, and the others standing by my side had been rendered speechless by the sight.
Their jaws hung open in utter astonishment…
Although Lao Mo and Xiao Yao knew I could summon demon souls and that I had demon souls attached to me,
they had never witnessed it firsthand.
Seeing it now, their faces were filled with amazement.
"De-demon souls!"
"Such… such powerful yin-demon energy!"
"Brother Qin, this, this is?"
"Brother Qin, you have demon souls protecting you?"
"..."
After their initial shock, several of them began to speak.
I didn't answer directly, only nodding.
The Crow Daoist opposite me could no longer remain still.
His eyes widened, looking at the twelve floating demon souls with disbelief.
He exclaimed in shock:
"Th-these are that woman's Twelve Demon Generals!"
"You have some discernment. Do you still think you can kill us now?"
I responded coldly, stepping forward with my long sword in hand.
Upon hearing my reply, the Crow Daoist's expression turned significantly more sinister and ferocious.
He glared at me intensely:
"Don't think that with these Twelve Demon Souls, you can survive.
Tonight, you will all die!"
The Crow Daoist's voice was icy, radiating killing intent.
But as soon as his words fell,
Zi Shu, the leader of the Twelve Demon Souls, let out a low growl:
"Insolent fool! Dare to threaten Young Master Qin, and we shall scatter your soul to the winds."
Zi Shu was the eldest among the Twelve Demon Souls.
Though not tall in stature, his cultivation was formidable.
"Merely a demon soul, daring to spout such arrogance before this Daoist priest.
Kill them, no matter the cost!"
The Crow Daoist commanded, and the surrounding specters let out another roar.
"Awoooo…"
Growls echoed.
Those vengeful spirits launched their attack on us once more.
Seeing this, the Twelve Demon Souls let out low roars.
Various sinister weapons appeared in their hands.
Halberds, iron whips, great lances, short spears, and so on.
The Twelve Demon Souls, twelve different weapons.
Facing the incoming specters, the Twelve Demon Souls brandished their weapons and charged forward.
Seeing this, I also shouted:
"Let's go!"
With that, I pointed my sword, and the Yin and Yang pearls shot out once more.
I plunged back into the courtyard from the entrance.
Lao Mo and the others followed closely.
"Kill!"
"Take your lives!"
"May the Boundless Heavenly Venerate protect us!"
"..."
Everyone shouted, bolstering their own spirits.
For they all understood that
now, only by fighting relentlessly could there be any hope of survival.
The Twelve Demon Souls, each terrifyingly powerful,
faced the onslaught of over twenty vengeful spirits and the encirclement of a hundred vengeful spirits without fear.
Demonic winds swept through as each demon soul unleashed potent offensive power.
Zi Shu's iron claws engaged in aerial combat.
One by one, spirits exploded before him.
Yin Hu's iron fists pounded relentlessly,
striking the minor ghosts with no chance to retaliate.
By this point, the battle had moved from the courtyard out into the alleyways.
Si She's iron whip continuously lashed out with cracking sounds, and the evil spirits and lingering ghosts could not withstand it.
However, the strongest among them was Chen Long.
He and Si She were husband and wife.
His codename was "Dragon," but he was not a true dragon.
He was a giant python with extremely high cultivation, and in his demon soul state,
a single horn had begun to grow on his forehead.
This was likely a sign of transformation into a Jiao (flood dragon).
To have reached this stage indicated how immensely powerful Chen Long had been when his physical body was still alive.
Even as a demon soul, he was fiercely unstoppable.
Holding a sword in one hand, he single-handedly blocked the front lines, fiercely battling the ceaseless stream of vengeful spirits.
With only twenty-odd vengeful spirits, facing the Twelve Demon Souls, they were clearly outmatched.
Within minutes of the engagement, seven or eight yellow-robed spirits had already been annihilated.
This was even with the assistance of numerous white-robed spirits and ghost servants.
If it were a one-on-one confrontation, these yellow-robed ghosts would likely not last three rounds.
"Hahaha, another yellow-robed ghost is dead!"
"Whoa, these demon souls are too strong!"
"We've won, we've won, these ghosts can't hold on anymore."
"Brother Qin, I never imagined you had demon souls protecting you."
"..."
At this moment, everyone began to rejoice.
The tide of battle had turned instantly, and the yellow-robed ghosts were being pushed back relentlessly.
They were close to reaching the Crow Daoist.
However, I still couldn't bring myself to smile.
The Crow Daoist, that cunning old scoundrel, was truly treacherous.
He had fled last time when he saw Qing Dai arrive with twenty cavalry.
Now, with the Twelve Demon Souls present, she remained unfazed and continued to make threats.
I suspected he must have a backup plan.
So, I said to everyone:
"Don't let your guard down, that demonic cultivator is extremely cunning.
Look towards the ghost mound; the black mist is still billowing.
And he remains composed, not taking a single step back.
Besides his own cultivation, he must have a contingency…"