Even from a distance, the imposing aura of the dozen or so riders could be felt.
That surge of bloodthirsty killing intent...
The Ghost Cavalry arrived swiftly, appearing from the western treeline in moments.
But their numbers were not three hundred.
There were only about twenty riders.
However, behind these twenty, followed scattered groups of ghosts, each dressed differently,
wielding great sabers and spears, or with green faces and fangs, raising ghost claws.
"Ao..."
"Kill..."
Shouts erupted.
The numbers were scattered, impossible to determine at the moment.
But following the twenty Ghost Cavalry, they charged over with "huhu" sounds.
Their momentum was not as grand as the twenty Ghost Cavalry,
but their numbers felt significant.
At least a hundred, there should be...
In an instant, the leading Ghost Cavalry charged from the western edge into the midst of the ghost horde.
The Ghost General at the forefront, with a sweep of his long saber,
shouted with a dry voice:
"Kill..."
In that moment, the horse galloped with supreme skill.
With a "bang," it leaped high, diving into the horde of ghosts.
Upon landing,
a "boom" exploded, a wave of spectral fire and ghost energy rippling outwards.
The grotesque ghost thralls around them were instantly killed and scattered.
The disparity, such a vast disparity.
It felt as if one Ghost War Cavalryman could hold back a hundred ghost thralls...
This was not the end, the Ghost Cavalry behind, like an arrowhead,
formed a cavalry spear formation and charged into the ghost horde.
As soon as they entered the horde, they were like wolves among sheep, as if entering an empty land.
The ferocious ghosts produced by the Black Demon Sect's Corpse Ghost Heavenly Embryo fell like wheat, in swathes.
Spectral horses neighed.
Hooves pounded.
Ghost cavalry warriors, wielding their lances, thrust and swept through the ghost horde.
"Huhahaha..."
Amidst the neighing of the warhorses, the dozen or so Ghost Cavalrymen charged straight ahead.
The approximately one to two hundred ghost warriors behind them also rushed into the fray with "huhu" sounds.
Be they zombie thralls or mere ghost slaves, these ghost warriors showed no mercy, killing on sight.
Their attacks were brutal and vicious...
The five of us, witnessing this scene, were all stunned.
Let alone me, Old Mo, and Xia Qiuxi, the three younger generation members.
Even Uncle-Master and Yunxia Aunt, seasoned seniors of the Taoist sect who had seen great storms,
now wore expressions of shock.
At first, Uncle-Master and Master had only thought Qingdai was a thousand-year-old female ghost.
Even if she had been a princess in life, that was all in the past.
After all, the Western Han Dynasty had perished over two thousand years ago.
But who could have imagined that after Qingdai's death,
she still had a group of fierce ghosts to support her, forming a significant ghost force...
On the opposite side, the tall demoness's expression was startled.
Miao Nanzi was so frightened that straw fell from his face.
Crow Taoist was already utterly panicked, and was now fleeing south with all his might.
The ghost hordes and corpse hordes, for a moment, became restless and frightened.
The tall demoness took a deep breath and suddenly shouted:
"What are you all panicking about? It's just a few more Ghost Cavalry and some ghost cultivators.
Where are the three hundred riders? There are only twenty.
Let all leaders form ranks to meet the enemy and release the final eight hundred ghost thralls..."
The tall demoness's shout and continuous orders
did indeed have some effect.
Although the Ghost Cavalry appeared, looking extremely fierce,
they were now being blocked by a horde of corpse thralls, their speed noticeably slowing.
Additionally, demonic Taoists went forward, using talismanic arts to assist, greatly restricting the Ghost Cavalry's offensive posture.
If another eight hundred ghost thralls were released,
the Demon Sect side should still hold the advantage.
"Weng weng weng" a horn sounded within the Demon Palace.
A wave of black ghost fog rose from within the Demon Palace.
Following that, a "wuwuwu" cry emerged, gradually growing louder.
Then, a group of white-robed ghost thralls was seen rushing out of the Demon Palace.
"Wuwuwu" they drifted over, densely packed.
Looking at them, there were nearly a thousand...
Seeing the Demon Sect's forces strengthen again, Yunxia Aunt and Xia Qiuxi gasped.
Uncle-Master even spoke to me:
"Little Qin, the Demon Sect is powerful.
Perhaps we should have the Princess retreat now?"
But before I could reply,
Qingdai turned around and replied to Uncle-Master:
"Daoist Tiger Roar, do not worry.
It is not only the forces I brought who have arrived..."
Qingdai calmly said this.
All of us who heard this were momentarily stunned.
Not only Qingdai's brought forces?
This meant that besides Qingdai's force, other forces were also arriving.
Could it be...
I suddenly thought of something.
As a result, in the next moment, the sound of fox howls suddenly erupted from the southern treeline.
"Hu, huhuhu..."
The fox cries were sharp and easy to distinguish.
And after the first fox howl, it was followed by a second, a third.
"Huhuhu..."
A series of cries arose.
Everyone was drawn to the southern treeline.
It was seen that not only were fox cries constant from the southern treeline,
but rolling pale green demonic energy also billowed forth...
"It's fox demons!"
Xia Qiuxi exclaimed in shock.
I also widened my eyes and looked towards the south.
Beside me, Old Mo blurted out:
"Could it be that Xiao Mei has brought the fox tribe's forces?"
Amidst the exclamations, we saw from afar.
Suddenly, a dense mass of foxes leaped out of the southern treeline.
These foxes were of various colors: red, gray, yellow...
They ran forward, howling.
And as soon as they ran out of the forest, their bodies exuded flowing demonic energy.
With a transformation, they turned into human forms.
Shouting and roaring, they charged towards the southern corpse horde...