The tall demonic woman spoke in anger.
As soon as her words fell, the demonic cultivators to her left and right began to give orders:
"Attack!"
"Surround them."
"How dare they injure the Great Protector, don't let them escape."
"Do you think our Black Demon Cult is vegetarian?"
"..."
Roars echoed.
The disciples of the demonic cult began to encourage each other, or control fierce ghosts and zombies, and advanced in a wave.
They wanted to encircle us.
To drown us with sheer numbers.
Here, thousands of demonic beings, enveloped in corpse qi and covered in yin evil energy.
The demonic forces kept approaching.
Creating immense pressure on us...
As the saying goes, even the best fists can't beat four hands.
Qing Dai, no matter how powerful, was still just Qing Dai.
We, however, were five people.
Could Qing Dai kill a hundred? Two hundred? Three hundred?
Facing thousands of demonic beings, including powerful evil cultivators like Miao Nanzi and Daoist Crow.
If they truly closed in, Qing Dai herself might be fine, but she couldn't guarantee the safety of the five of us.
Seeing this, Old Mo brandished his twin axes and said, "Master, they're surrounding us!"
Uncle-Master also began to pant, his time for the divine summoning technique was clearly running out.
"Don't be afraid, Master is here. You and Qiu Xi, protect Xiao Qin later."
"Yes, Martial Uncle Tang."
Xia Qiu Xi spoke, leaning closer to me, protecting my back.
"Brother Tang, I have a pill here. Take it first, it can temporarily delay the backlash of your curse."
Aunt Yun Xia also spoke, producing a pill.
Uncle-Master accepted it without a word and swallowed it.
Qing Dai, who stood before all of us.
She showed no panic as she saw the approaching enemy forces.
Instead, she coldly said, "Do you think you can kill us with numbers?"
The tall demonic woman heard this and chuckled, "That's right, here are disciples from my Black Demon Cult, the Underworld Cult, and the Longevity Society.
Inside and outside the Demonic Palace, there are eight hundred ghost slaves we can summon.
Today, we will rely on our numbers to kill you all here."
As she spoke, Daoist Crow walked to the tall demonic woman's side.
Behind him were about forty disciples of the Underworld Cult.
Each with a grim expression, holding magical artifacts and talismans.
Daoist Crow saw Qing Dai and even bowed, "Your Highness Princess, you have walked into a trap today.
I must kill you and report to the Grand Preceptor for merit."
As soon as Daoist Crow finished speaking.
Miao Nanzi of the Longevity Society also stepped forward:
"You injured me last time, and I've kept that in mind.
Today, I am truly looking forward to it.
To see if using the immortal rice cultivated by a thousand-year-old female ghost like you will lead to a new breakthrough?"
As he spoke, his face began to shrivel, and straw-like strands appeared, clearly indicating he was preparing for battle and revealing his straw doppelganger.
For a moment, everyone present eyed us menacingly.
Although Qing Dai was powerful, they didn't believe she could fight a thousand people alone.
But Qing Dai smiled, looking at them with indifference, her eyes filled with disdain:
"With numbers?
Very well, I shall match your numbers."
Qing Dai said this coldly, straightened her body, and waved her right hand diagonally upwards.
Unflustered, she exuded the aura of an empress.
In an instant, a chilling energy was unleashed by Qing Dai.
At about twenty meters into the sky, it suddenly erupted.
With a "boom," the yin power instantly exploded into a frosty mist.
It gathered at an altitude of twenty meters and did not dissipate, forming an icy flower.
At this moment, everyone was looking at the sky.
Some were bewildered.
But the next second, the entire mountain forest was filled with the sounds of horns.
"Wuuuuu..."
"Bzzzzzz..."
The sound was like the horns of an army attacking on an ancient battlefield.
Accompanying this sound.
From the west side of the mountain forest, the neighing of horses suddenly rang out.
"Hahahaha..."
"A herd of horses?"
"In this desolate wilderness, how can there be a herd of horses?"
"..."
In an instant, many demonic cultivators didn't understand what was happening.
Even we, standing beside Qing Dai, looked towards the west with some confusion.
But I vaguely guessed that Qing Dai was calling for backup.
I had known for a long time that she had a force behind her.
A vast power capable of confronting the remnants of the New Dynasty...
It was just that I had never glimpsed a corner of this force.
However, Daoist Crow, a disciple of the Underworld Cult and a remnant of the New Dynasty.
Upon hearing the horses, he began to panic.
As if remembering something.
His expression gradually turned to horror.
"Horse neighs, wa-war horses, these are the sounds of war horses..."
Miao Nanzi, standing beside him, also sensed something was amiss.
But he didn't know Qing Dai well, nor did he understand what the "war horses" Daoist Crow mentioned represented.
However, the other party's expression was clearly not right.
After all, Daoist Crow was an established evil cultivator who had seen his share of storms.
To be so frightened by a few horse calls.
There must be something wrong here...
He urgently pressed:
"War horses? Brother Crow, explain it clearly, what does this represent?"
The tall demonic woman beside him also turned her head.
Although Qing Dai was a thousand-year-old female ghost, who had roamed the Nine Provinces for millennia.
She only targeted the remnants of the New Dynasty and the Underworld Cult.
And her major actions occurred only once every century or so.
Or she would appear passively.
Therefore, besides the Underworld Cult.
Other forces, let alone understanding Qing Dai, her origins, and the forces behind her.
Even few knew of her existence...
Daoist Crow was already a bit panicked, swallowing.
He looked fearfully towards the west side of the mountain forest.
There, ghostly energy swirled, and war horses neighed.
The sound of hooves, "tata ta," could be heard from a great distance.
It seemed like a herd of horses was approaching, with vast swathes of ghostly mist.
Spreading towards them rapidly, like dark clouds...
Daoist Crow retreated three steps and finally spoke:
"It must be, it must be three, three hundred riders.
It must be Princess Nine Saints' three hundred riders who have arrived.
Let's go, quickly, let's leave here.
If we're late, none of us will be able to escape..."
"Three hundred riders?"
"Brother Crow, what three hundred riders, explain it clearly?"
The tall demonic woman and Miao Nanzi were both startled by Daoist Crow's expression.
They genuinely didn't know what "three hundred riders" meant; they had never heard of it.
Daoist Crow, however, was terrified:
"I heard rumors within the cult.
It is rumored that the Thirteen Emperors of the Western Han Dynasty once bestowed three hundred elite guard cavalry upon Princess Nine Saints.
These were the strongest elite cavalry of the Western Han Empire.
After Princess Nine Saints died, these three hundred riders were buried with her.
Guarding for a thousand years, reigning supreme for a thousand years.
Each ghost rider is a thousand-year veteran general, invincible.
I also heard that a thousand years ago, Princess Nine Saints.
Led them into the northern borderlands and repelled the invasion of the northern cold ghosts.
I thought it was a legend.
It seems, it seems to be true..."
At this point, Daoist Crow stopped speaking, his entire being filled with extreme terror.
Because he could already see a squad of ghost cavalry appearing in the western mountain forest.
Those ghost cavalry were all tall and strong.
Wearing black scale armor, a steel saber at their waist, a longbow on their back, and wielding charging lances.
The warhorses beneath them emanated netherfire, their eyes like lightning.
Seen from afar, each one was majestic, exuding immense ghostly power.
All of them were Nightmare Ghost Gods.