My Uncle-Master is too fierce, too powerful.
With the Spirit Summoning Technique activated, he forced these demon priests to a standstill, none daring to take a single step forward.
Even more terrifying.
After crushing the soul of that Gu master, my Uncle-Master, with his own strength, led us through a siege of a hundred enemies.
He literally carved a path through the last fifty meters, bringing us beneath the city gate.
Their immense deterrence kept these demon priests from getting too close.
The gate before us was not the path we had taken to arrive.
The gate, about five to six meters high, was composed of two large iron doors, looking heavy and solid.
But when my Uncle-Master reached it.
He merely snorted and raised his fist, smashing it against the doors.
With a "boom" like thunder, the two sealed iron doors were obliterated by a single punch from my Uncle-Master.
They shattered into pieces with a clang…
Such a sight, let alone for us at close range.
Even the demon priests behind us were startled and stumbled.
Those were two large iron doors, weighing hundreds of pounds.
Damn it, destroyed with a single punch?
This strength, this cultivation?
It sent shivers down one's spine.
"My heavens, oh my heavens!"
"That person, so, so strong!"
"This, this cultivation, must, must have reached the Dao Body realm!"
"..."
Above the True Light realm was the Dao Body realm.
Emerging from True Light, solidifying the Dao Body.
My Uncle-Master's Spirit Summoning Technique was a profound secret art of the Daoist sect.
It could elevate one's cultivation by nearly a major realm.
My Uncle-Master ignored the murmurs, saying with a hint of surprise:
"Quick, quickly get out of here…"
We nodded in unison, our faces filled with excitement and relief.
As long as we passed this gate, we would escape the Demonic Palace.
Once we entered the mountains, we might truly have a chance to survive.
Thinking of this, everyone felt incredibly exhilarated and happy.
"Charge!"
"Go!"
"We're finally out!"
"..."
Everyone spoke, rushing out in a hurry.
My Uncle-Master and Aunt-Mistress Yun Xia covered our retreat from the rear.
"Thump, thump, thump…"
A sound of footsteps echoed.
We quickly surged out of the Demonic Palace city and ran into the thin mist outside the city.
This thin mist was the fog that appeared after the city was sealed, meant to confuse people.
It was only about ten meters thick.
We moved swiftly, passing through the ten-odd meters of fog in moments, and emerged outside the city.
However, as soon as we cleared the fog.
The three of us came to a sudden, synchronized halt.
Staring straight ahead in astonishment.
At the same moment, my Uncle-Master and Aunt-Mistress Yun Xia's voices suddenly came from behind us.
"Why have you stopped!"
"Hurry up! What are you staring at?"
They called out, also emerging from the fog.
But after clearing the mist, they too froze, just like us.
Staring in astonishment at what lay ahead.
I let out a bitter smile. I had thought that escaping the Demonic Palace meant a path to survival.
But now, it seemed I had been too naive.
The demons and evil spirits within the Demonic Palace were mere child's play.
What lay before us, and what we were about to face, was likely the true danger we had to confront.
Looking up, wisps of corpse qi and spectral energy billowed into the sky.
About ten meters ahead of us, a dense mass of what seemed to be zombies, walking corpses, vengeful spirits, and demon priests stood packed together.
At a glance, there was no end in sight.
On the ground, in the air, it felt as if everything was covered.
Stretching out to both sides, extending deep into the mountain forest.
As far as the eye could see, the number of these malevolent entities had reached a terrifying thousand strong.
Furthermore, amidst this throng.
I spotted two familiar faces.
One was the Crow Daoist from the Underworld Cult.
This fellow, clad in black Daoist robes, looked at us with a half-smile.
On the other side stood a lean old man in blue robes.
It was Miao Nanzi, the demon priest of the Longevity Society.
His expression was calm, and he even clasped his hands towards us in greeting.
Both of them were old enemies of ours.
We never expected to see them together here today.
However, they were clearly not the main figures here.
Because on a rattan chair between them sat a young woman with a seductive appearance.
The woman wore a very alluring outfit, her legs crossed, and she toyed with a small jeweled scimitar in her hand.
She wasn't looking at us at the moment, just sitting there casually, playing with her small knife.
The lurking figures, zombies, and monsters to her left and right also kept their heads down, making no sound and keeping their eyes closed.
The one to two hundred demon priests behind them also remained silent, watching us quietly.
As if viewing us, who had fought tooth and nail to escape the Demonic Palace city, as a joke.
"Mas-, Master, I-, I'm not, I'm not hallucinating…"
Old Mo broke the silence, suddenly speaking.
Even Old Mo couldn't believe what he was seeing.
The scale of the scene was too vast, too terrifying.
My Uncle-Master narrowed his eyes:
"No, this is, the enemy we truly need to deal with today."
My Uncle-Master said in a low voice.
Everyone present, hearing this.
Drew a collective gasp of cold air.
Because everyone knew that facing thousands of evil spirits and demon priests.
Including powerful demonic figures like the Crow Daoist and Miao Nanzi.
Even my Uncle-Master in his current state, it seemed, wouldn't be enough…
Our chances of victory were almost negligible.
Even a simple breakout and escape had become a distant hope.
I steadied myself, taking a deep breath.
I didn't want to burden everyone, nor did I want them to die because of me.
Looking at my Uncle-Master and the others, I said:
"Uncle-Master, Aunt-Mistress Yun Xia, Old Qin, Qiu Xi, thank you for all you've done for me.
I don't want to drag you down.
Before coming here, I prepared a soul-releasing charm for myself.
When the fighting starts, don't worry about me.
Do your best to escape from here.
I will cover your retreat…"