Chapter 360: Chapter 262: Like Waves, Like Tides_3
After listening to Yuanzhi’s introduction, Tie Dan understood.
"I said the soup was missing something; turns out it was salt!"
Yuanzhi: "..."
Tie Dan glanced around,
"But damn, there are a lot of monsters..."
Indeed, one cannot blame the fellow sect members for not coming to help; the monsters around here are truly overwhelming.
After all, it’s not just humans, animals or demons, all living beings need salt regularly to replenish necessary minerals and trace elements, otherwise, a long-term lack of salt may lead to electrolyte imbalance, to put it simply: without salt, there’s no strength.
That’s why the demon tide from the north was also heading towards this Salt Pond, the southern shore of the pond was somewhat better, but as soon as you reach the northern shore, the south slope of Jing Mountain, all you can see is a sea of demons everywhere! Endless Demon Caves and Nests!
The bizarre and grotesque beast and demon forms are like an army stationed on the shore, densely covering the northern Salt Pond and surrounding Jing Mountain tightly.
These demons don’t even fight amongst themselves; not only are they organized and formed in groups, but they also alternate their patrols around the Salt Lake in an orderly manner. Some are directly licking the ground by the Salt Pond to drink water, while others have organized themselves, taking over human salt fields, and are sun-drying salt on the northern shore.
Even someone as strong as Tie Dan, who could kill three to fifty monsters with one breath of Qi, had his scalp tingling at the sight of thousands upon thousands of demons.
"You’re quite bold to even dare to patrol here; how did you manage before?"
Yuanzhi was also astonished, and it took her quite a while to recover.
"This, this... ten days ago there weren’t so many demons! How, how did so many come!"
"Recently arrived?"
Tie Dan also frowned, as he rode the wind along the lakeshore, pinching the formula and observing.
In such a dire situation, the Mystic Sect disciples in Jing Mountain naturally initiated the great formation, sealing the mountain and going into seclusion, waiting for aid.
Yet, the demons didn’t attack fiercely, for hurling their flesh against the Mystic Sect’s Killing Formation would be like smashing an egg against a rock, not to mention there is no practical significance in taking this mountain since the salt is at the foot of it.
So it’s just some great demons organizing themselves, setting up formations to surround Jing Mountain, dispatching War Beasts day and night to guard and patrol, thus trapping the Mystic Sect disciples on the mountain. As for the endlessly arriving demon tide from the north, it was like a river flowing into the ocean, gathering at the Salt Pond, eating their fill, and then grouping up moving southward, resembling a giant black serpent crawling over the snowy plains, stretching ceaselessly to the horizon.
Tie Dan calculated and became numb.
This wave of the demon tide must number at least a hundred thousand! And it’s probably far from over, since Returning Ruins is vast...
Damn, even the Immortal Palace couldn’t handle it, how could they possibly face so many monsters?
No, forget about the Immortal Palace, no wonder the Kan Soldiers of the North Country rebelled with Marquis Zhongshan! Planning to charge straight into Genzhou!
So many monsters spilling out of Returning Ruins, crossing Yin Mountain, crashing downwards! Expecting tens of thousands of border troops, who can’t even fill their bellies, to hold them back? That’s a joke!
It won’t work.
They can’t stop them, simply can’t.
Not even able to stop the charge of horse riding, scaring them into abandoning their homes fleeing from this demon army, the Immortal Palace definitely won’t withstand this.
It’s not even just a problem for the Immortal Palace; it concerns the survival of the Human Clan.
These monsters won’t just fixate on Genzhou or the Central Plains, they will likely flood towards Qianzhou, invading Mystic Sect’s territory. Then, the Mountain Men might close their mountains and defend, hiding away in caves for hundreds of years until this calamity passes.
But how many mortals have a few hundred years?
Fear this time, it’s not just Hebei, but even the Nine Provinces of the Central Plains might face utter destruction, and maybe only by continuously fleeing south, over Juelong Ridge, crossing Yunmeng Swamp, into the ten-thousand mountains of the Southern Border, can the Human Clan barely survive.
"How many cultivators are still in Jing Mountain? Are there any Mystic Sect dojos nearby?"
Yuanzhi came back to her senses,
"Including myself, there are thirty-six Golden Core Disciples from Wangwu Mountain, and one Divinity Transformation Ancestor overseeing. Other Nascent Soul Sifus have all returned south.
Nearby... heading southeast for three hundred miles is Yan Zhi Mountain’s Priest Garden, guarded by Beichen Sword Sect, perhaps there might be reinforcements!"
"Southeast..."
Tie Dan glanced at the lakeside, at the gathering and surging demon tide like a black river sweeping over, and shook his head,
"They are heading towards Yan Zhi Mountain, they can’t come anymore."