At this very moment, all of us were stunned.
Watching the vengeful spirits that were continuously solidifying around us, everyone was numb.
Upon this glance, at least seventy to eighty vengeful spirits had condensed in the surroundings.
Among them, sixty to seventy were of the Yellow Robe level, and there were also about ten Red Robe ghosts.
Previously, encountering even one Red Robe ghost had been difficult.
Just now, to deal with those three Red Robe ghosts, I had released the Ten Demon Souls.
It was at the cost of Mao Tu and Wei Yang being injured that we had managed to eliminate two Red Robes.
The other Red Robe was not even dead yet.
Now, so many Red Robes and Yellow Robes had appeared again.
Damn it, how were we supposed to fight this?
For a moment, everyone wore expressions of despair.
Feeling the overwhelming baleful energy, the hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.
"It's... it's over, this time, there's really no hope."
"We're dead, we're definitely dead!"
Yu Bo Yihai spoke in panic, his body trembling under the oppressive baleful energy.
"Brother Qin, what do we do next?"
Li Chunlong turned to look at me.
At this moment, his brows were furrowed, he was panting, and he was already in despair.
"With so many ghosts, we definitely can't hold them off. The only way is to fight our way through, maybe there's still a chance?"
Yun Hu said.
But Old Mo replied:
"With so many ghosts, where would you even fight? Can you outrun them?"
Although Old Mo was a bit eccentric, he wasn't foolish.
Fleeing?
Facing hundreds of ghost slaves, pursued by Yellow Robe and Red Robe ghosts.
Fleeing would be akin to cutting off one's own path to survival, offering no chance.
"Then what? Are we just going to wait here to die?"
Yun Long also spoke.
I frowned, looking at the ghosts, and said:
"Retreat to the courtyard and take out all our talismans for defense."
After speaking, I said to the Ten Demon Souls:
"Ten Demon Generals, retreat quickly and defend."
Now, our only chance was to hold on.
Hold on until Uncle-Master and the others arrived.
And Old Mo and I still had a final trump card.
The Four-Time Chi Mei Wang Liang Suo.
This inscribed spell had a significant backlash, consuming lifespan at the cost of severe side effects.
The four ghosts of Chi, Mei, Wang, and Liang had warned me not to use it casually unless in a life-or-death situation.
If we couldn't hold on until Uncle-Master and the others arrived.
I would have to use this Four Spirit Spell.
Thinking this, I retreated back.
At this moment, Old Mo glanced at me:
"Old Qin, are we going to use that technique?"
As he spoke, Old Mo touched his chest.
I knew he was referring to the Chi Mei Wang Liang Suo.
Both of us had four inscriptions on our chests.
I took a deep breath and nodded:
"Yes, if it truly comes to a critical moment, we'll have to use that spell.
But it's best if we can unleash it on Daoist Crow."
After all, Daoist Crow was the leader here.
These vengeful spirits were merely his ghost slaves.
Old Mo frowned and nodded.
Then, our group of several people all retreated back into the courtyard.
Under the oppressive pressure of the terrifying baleful energy, the villagers had all fainted.
Ordinary people simply couldn't withstand such a strong pressure from the baleful energy.
At this moment, only the nine of us, plus the Ten Demon Souls, remained in the small courtyard.
And surrounding us were vengeful spirits filling the sky.
Floating and sinking, they stared at us.
Seeing the Ten Demon Souls return to their positions, I said to Chen Long:
"Brother Chen Long, are you alright?"
Chen Long had been blown away by Daoist Crow earlier, and I asked with concern.
He was our strongest combat force here, and if something happened to him, it would be very difficult to fight afterwards.
Chen Long, holding his long sword, shook his head:
"Young Master Qin, rest assured, your subordinate is fine. No matter how fierce these vengeful spirits are, we will protect Young Master Qin's safety!"
As soon as Chen Long finished speaking, Mao Tu and Wei Yang, who had returned to rest within the Purple Bone Vine, also rushed out.
They reappeared before us.
"Sister Mao Tu, Brother Wei Yang, why did you come out?"
The child Demon Soul said with firm resolve:
"Young Master Qin, we have recovered somewhat, we are fine."
"Young Master Qin, with the battle at hand, we should naturally exert our utmost effort."
Looking at their serious expressions, I knew that further words were useless.
I could only cup my hands towards the Twelve Demon Souls and say:
"Thank you all for your assistance."
As soon as I finished speaking, Daoist Crow reappeared on the roof of the opposite house.
He stood on the rooftop, watching us coldly.
"Interesting, you almost made this humble Daoist stumble.
But now, you are all finished..."
I stepped forward:
"Demon Daoist, you will pay for your actions!"
Although we were at a disadvantage, we absolutely could not lose in terms of morale.
"Hahaha, pay? Relying on just you few? Hahaha, hahahahaha..."
Daoist Crow's laughter was exceptionally piercing.
We watched his arrogance and his piercing laughter, utterly helpless.
Facing ten Red Robe ghosts, sixty to seventy Yellow Robe ghosts, hundreds of malevolent spirits, and White Robe ghost slaves, our chances of winning were truly too low, too low.
After a few seconds, Daoist Crow stopped laughing.
Then, he lowered his head and looked at us, saying:
"It's over, go kill them!"
His tone was flat, but as these words were spoken.
The ghost slaves who had been motionless let out roars.
"Roar! Roar!"
Instantly, the roars echoed through the village.
The floating vengeful spirits all swooped down, heading straight for us.
The specters on the ground also lunged towards us with bared fangs and claws, "Ao ao ao..."
Daoist Crow had ordered a general offensive.
The final life-or-death battle was about to break out.
Whether we would see the sun tomorrow was unknown to anyone.
"Everyone, kill!"
I shouted, raising my sword and attacking.
Now, the only thing we could do was to continue fighting.
It was fate's will, leaving everything to heaven...