Everyone's heart leaped at the sight.
If the three thousand malevolent spirits were shocking enough, then the rows of ghost soldiers appearing now were beyond description.
The overwhelming ghostly aura and intense killing intent had instilled a hint of panic and fear in everyone's hearts.
Ghost soldiers emerged in continuous waves, numbering at least a thousand.
The seven leading generals were particularly potent with ghostly energy.
I even recognized one of them.
Fly Tiger Marshal Liang Lin, in whose hands my master's aide had died.
Seeing this, my martial uncle's face filled with murderous intent.
"It's him, it's him, he's appeared," my martial uncle roared.
But the enemy's formation was tight, pressing directly towards the battlefield.
The fellow cultivators at the front were already under immense pressure, and seeing so many ghost soldiers, they could only retreat repeatedly.
The sect leaders of each faction were ordering their disciples to hold their ground.
"Don't panic, hold steady!"
"Hold steady!"
"..."
But the oppressive force of the murderous, overwhelming formation was too great. Coupled with the three thousand malevolent spirits and the constant sneak attacks from the Onmyōji of the Celestial Radiance Alliance, the fellow cultivators couldn't hold steady.
In an instant, a situation of rout emerged.
However, at this critical juncture,
The continuous sound of horns echoed from the valley behind us.
"Buzzzzz, buzzzzz..."
As the horns sounded, many people looked behind them.
"Thump thump thump..."
"Hiss hiss hiss..."
The neighing of warhorses and the sound of iron hooves appeared, and a black line emerged from the end of the valley.
Following that, hundreds of Underworld cavalry, led by a single white-horsed general, charged forth.
Seeing this, countless people's pupils widened.
My heart trembled slightly.
Because I realized that the white-armored general was Qing Dai.
She was clad in white armor, wielding a sharp long sword, leading two hundred elite Forbidden Guards cavalry of the Western Han, charging to the attack.
"Make way! They are allies."
"Could that white-clad female general be the legendary Nine Sages Princess?"
"That's right, I've seen her before."
"Legend has it that the Nine Sages Princess is the daughter of Emperor Ai of the Western Han, and those cavalry are the most elite guards of the Western Han."
"..."
As the surrounding people continued to discuss, the panic in their hearts disappeared. They regained their confidence in victory.
At this moment, the True Master Cang Song in front shouted:
"Defend the Way, strike down the demons!"
As these words were spoken, the retreating fellow cultivators cried out in unison:
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"..."
Their voices shook the heavens, and the counter-attack began anew.
But the cavalry led by Qing Dai was faster, charging directly down the middle path. Two hundred cavalry followed, and then a group of ghost cultivators wielding weapons, including the remaining five demon souls.
My master's uncle, Old Mo, and I had already charged forward, cleaving through a malevolent spirit with each sword strike.
But at the same time, Qing Dai arrived.
With a leap of her warhorse, she shook several surrounding malevolent spirits to their deaths.
The cavalry behind her continuously charged into the ranks of malevolent spirits, directly targeting Wang Mang's approaching undead legion.
At this moment, mounted on her warhorse, sword in hand, she looked at me and said:
"Qin Ze, let's fight side by side."
I looked at Qing Dai and nodded vigorously:
"Alright! This time, I won't leave early again."
Qing Dai smiled, her smile so beautiful.
But then, both of us, as if in unison, shouted:
"Kill!"
Simultaneously, we turned and plunged into the throng of ghosts, heading straight for Wang Mang's ghost soldier formation.
But this was not the end, a fox's roar and a rat's squeak followed.
From the mountain walls on either side, Hu San Tai Nai and Wu Di Lao Mu, who had not appeared before, materialized and leaped forth.
Thus, the four Great Human King realm powerhouses of the Dao Alliance appeared.
On the side of the Four Spirit Legion, Wang Mang's seven kings from before had also transformed into ghost generals.
They roared loudly at this moment and charged forth on their horses.
Instantly, the two sides clashed.
As soon as the legion of the dead came into contact with the ghost cavalry, a large bloody gash was torn open, causing man and horse to fall, and countless casualties.
The true decisive battle had now fully erupted.
True Master Cang Song, Wu Di Lao Mu, Hu San Tai Nai, the few Immortals from the Northeast, and the sect leaders of all major factions were now fully focused on confronting the seven generals.
The rest were dealing with the malevolent spirits and ghost soldiers.
Moans and screams continuously echoed in this Black Demon Gorge.
I charged at the very front, along with Qing Dai, slaying the attacking ghost soldiers.
My gaze was also fixed on Marshal Liang Lin.
But that fellow was hiding behind the ghost soldiers, making it difficult to kill him for the moment.
Looking at the entire battlefield, it had already descended into chaos.
The ghost cavalry could no longer advance, and even the thousand-year-old ghost cavalry fell one by one within the ghost soldier formation.
Many fellow Daoists, though already severely wounded and on the verge of death, still fought tenaciously without retreating.
Some fellow Daoists directly employed secret arts, fighting to the death.
There were even some who, even by using self-destructing talismans, wanted to take these demonic Daoists and malevolent spirits with them.
In their hearts, there was only one belief:
Live to defend the Way, die to defend the Way.
This battle to strike down demons was solely for the clarity of heaven and earth.
Amidst the chaos, the clear sound of a copper bell rang out.
"Ling ling ling..."
Following that, a cold wind swept in.
Across the entire battlefield, my master's voice echoed:
"Daring malevolent spirits, surrender now!"
As soon as the voice fell, over twenty ghost marshals materialized in mid-air.
These ghost marshals varied in height, build, and demeanor, wielding various weapons.
My master, holding a black booklet, looked down upon the battlefield...