As the Black Demon Left Emissary fell and turned to dust the moment I saw it, I laughed, laughed out loud.
"Hahaha. I told you, if you die, you'll be buried with me."
But after saying that, four chains of Chi Mei Wang Liang shot out from my chest and retracted in an instant.
The sound of iron chains rang out incessantly, and finally returned to my chest.
The black light receded, and finally coiled back into a black mark of "Chi Mei Wang Liang."
Inside the cave, the demons were in chaos.
Many even escaped the cave, but the remaining ones were still many times our number.
We were still there, in a desperate situation.
The powerful might of the Chi Mei Wang Liang chains had drained me, even after taking the blood pill.
My body couldn't take it, dizziness surged into my brain, and the world spun.
I could hear my own heartbeat and breathing, and my mind was buzzing.
I felt like I was about to suffocate, it was incredibly uncomfortable.
I just wanted to find a place to lean against, to sit down.
But I didn't want to fall.
If this was truly the last moment of my life, I still wanted to kill two more demons.
Old Mo behind me was already gasping for breath, unable to stand steadily, leaning against a stone pillar and panting...
I looked at the terrified and screaming corpse monsters and evil spirits around me, which attacked me again, and I could only pick up my long sword once more.
Looking at them with their fangs bared and claws extended, I roared:
"Ah!"
And swung my sword.
But the exhaustion was too great, I swung my sword twice in succession, and my entire body and posture were severely distorted.
Finally, I was even disarmed of my peach wood sword by one corpse monster, and my other hand was bitten by an evil spirit.
As a third evil spirit was about to stab me in the chest.
Old Mo surprisingly charged over with his axe:
"Damn it, all of you, get lost!"
Old Mo cleaved an evil spirit to death with one axe, kicked over the corpse monster, and allowed me to regain my mobility.
And he himself, due to overexertion, almost lost his balance.
Wobbling, he used his axe to prop himself up on the ground to regain his balance.
"Old Mo!"
I said in a deep voice.
Old Mo turned his head slightly, looking at me with one eye.
Blood flowed down his cheek, dripping onto the ground drop by drop. He was also at his limit, but he smiled and said to me:
"Good brother, let's team up again and kill two more!"
"Hahaha, alright!"
I mustered all my strength and replied loudly.
"Roar..."
The evil spirits attacked again.
This time, both Old Mo and I gripped our weapons and roared:
"Kill!"
In an instant, we two charged directly into the demon horde.
We continuously swung our long swords and great axes.
We were completely berserk, feeling no pain in our bodies. The only sensation was that our bodies were becoming sluggish, our senses were dulling, our movements were slowing down, and our breathing was becoming more rapid.
Behind us, Xia Qiuxi, Wu Kehang, and Huang Jie, watching us relentlessly charge forward through the demon horde, were all moved.
We were clearly at our limits, covered in wounds, yet we could still charge forward.
Perhaps our determination influenced them.
Xia Qiuxi also shouted:
"Qin Ze, Mo Ting, wait for me!"
With that, she stopped defending and followed with her sword.
Frankly speaking, whether defending or not, it made no difference now.
Charging forward was killing, and passively defending was also killing.
It was just a matter of dying on the path of advance or being besieged and killed while passively defending.
Xia Qiuxi moved with her Nine Palaces steps. Because Mo Ting and I had consecutively cast the Four Spirits Spell, there weren't many demons blocking Xia Qiuxi's path, so she could easily break through.
Seeing this, Wu Kehang and Huang Jie were also stimulated and roared.
"Kill!"
Even the demon souls fighting the red-clothed ghost above were ignited by us.
At this moment, they also fully erupted, recklessly crushing forward.
Chen Long directly transformed into a black mist unicorn dragon, Si She transformed into a green-scaled giant python, and Yin Hu also transformed into a striped giant tiger.
In an instant, the remaining demon souls transformed into their original demon forms.
They charged ferociously towards the red-clothed ghost.
Without the command of the Black Demon Right Emissary, the demon horde fell into brief confusion.
Coupled with our reckless fighting style, our group managed to slay quite a few demons.
However, the difference in strength was evident.
Even though we had done our best and exerted our abilities to the limit, we were still no match for absolute power.
The demon horde quickly regained its composure.
The few demon priests who had escaped earlier returned to the cave and began to control and command the demon horde, encircling and suppressing us.
This time, we could no longer fight.
Old Mo and I had reached the limit of our willpower, our bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Let alone charging forward again, even lifting our weapons had become extremely difficult, let alone taking a step.
Our gazes were beginning to blur.
But the two of us still stood firm in the center, relying on our will.
We were completely surrounded, facing overwhelming enemies, and the aura of death had descended.
A Black Demon Daoist, holding a long sword, pointed at us and said coldly:
"I truly didn't expect you to make us pay such a heavy price, and even kill the Black Demon Right Emissary.
But, all of this is over.
You will all vanish into thin air here."
In an instant, the demon horde launched a final assault on us.
This time, we could no longer resist. Almost everyone knew that in the next second, each of us would face our final destination.
We all stood in place, filled with unwillingness.
It's over, is it really over?
I asked myself.
No, how could it be? I shook my head repeatedly, and for a moment, my eyes regained their light.
That was unyielding will. I shouted at the charging demon horde:
"No, it's not over yet! Ah!"
I raised my peach wood sword and once again charged into the enemy formation.
Seeing that I had reached this point and could still charge, everyone was astonished.
But my actions also pushed everyone's will to the breaking point.
The remaining demon souls all shouted:
"Kill, follow Young Master Qin!"
"Kill! Avenge our brothers."
"I, the Son of Destiny, refuse to fall."
"Until death do us part."
"..."
Everyone charged forward once more.
The unknown demon priest snorted coldly again:
"A mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
With that, he merely waved his hand, and more demons surrounded us.
Our group was heavily wounded.
I was hit in the abdomen by an ice spike, Old Mo was sent flying by a corpse monster, and Senior Bai Daozi was struck to the ground by a red-clothed ghost and couldn't get up.
Wu Kehang and Huang Jie had also fallen to the ground, unable to move.
The other few demon souls were also beaten to the point of illusion and were about to scatter their souls.
I looked at the demons around me, knowing we had truly reached our limit, everyone had tried their best...
But just as I fell into complete despair, ready to welcome death.
A continuous blast of horns suddenly sounded from outside the cave.
"Woo, wuwuwu..."
The horns were deep and powerful, with great penetrative force.
As the horns sounded, my already blurry pupils suddenly constricted.
I raised my head slightly and looked towards the cave entrance.
Following that, I heard the sounds of hooves and the neighing of warhorses.
"Tramp, tramp, tramp..."
"Whinny, whinny..."
At this moment, even the twelve demon souls, who had lost all will, looked towards the cave entrance.
"Horns, the sound of horns..."
Wu Ma, who was fighting to the death without retreat, exclaimed excitedly.
"Qin, Young Master Qin!"
The weak Sister Si She looked at me.
"It's the Princess, she's here."
Chen Long, holding a single sword, was still fighting, but at this moment, he couldn't hide his excitement.
"Young Master Qin, we are saved!"
"..."
Wu Kehang, Bai Daozi, and Huang Jie were all bewildered, not understanding why the demon souls were so excited.
But Old Mo and Xia Qiuxi, who had experienced the battle at Black Demon Palace, now recalled the majestic figures of the thousand-year-old ghost cavalry, clad in armor, helmets, iron masks, wielding long spears and sabers, with longbows slung across their shoulders, their bodies engulfed in netherfire, riding netherhorses.
They had arrived, Qing Dai's strongest guards.
The last elite of the Western Han Empire...