Beneath the Sharp Blade Peak, black mist shrouded the area.
With the naked eye, the visibility was less than five meters.
Even with the Sky Eye open, one could only see about ten meters, and within this mist, demons, spirits, and shambling corpses roamed.
We, who had charged into the frontline, immediately engaged with these malevolent entities.
The follow-up teams from various sects on the mountain were also descending continuously.
However, I noticed a denser miasma of Yin Sha and corpse energy emanating from the distant black fog.
Faintly, I saw many floating white phantoms.
Noticing this, I pressed forward another ten meters.
With a single sword strike, I cleaved open the pervasive black mist before me.
As I focused my gaze, I couldn't help but gasp.
On the other side of the black mist, there were densely packed, white-robed vengeful spirits.
At a glance, there were at least five to six hundred of them.
These spectral beings were all suspended in mid-air, motionless.
On the ground, there were groups of four-limbed creatures with gaping mouths, crouching. These monsters were all corpse fiends and evil spirits.
They stretched out their long tongues, revealing sharp fangs, as they crouched on the ground.
From their mouths came soft growls of "wuwuwu," and saliva dripped incessantly.
Their numbers also reached two to three hundred.
Besides these, the most striking sight was a man in a red robe standing before the horde of spirits and corpse fiends.
Beside the man stood a group of disciples clad in black magic robes.
This man was likely their leader.
Judging by his age, he was not old.
I was the first to break through the black mist and arrive here.
The other side noticed me but made no move.
I felt no fear, gripping my long sword and taking a few steps forward.
I spoke to the man in the red robe:
"Demonic cultivator, you dare to sneak attack here with such audacity!"
I spoke coldly, my presence unwavering.
Upon hearing me speak, the man in the red robe and his followers turned their gaze towards me.
An elder beside him spoke:
"What little subordinate is this, to have a tongue to speak?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he raised his hand towards me.
Instantly, a black light erupted, and a black needle shot directly at me.
The Black Demon Needle.
A unique magical artifact of the Black Demon faction, capable of enhancing one's evil treasures.
Seeing this, my brow twitched, and I swung my sword.
Though the Black Demon Needle was fast, it was still snapped in two by my strike.
With a "clang," it broke into two pieces.
My attack caused the demonic cultivators opposite us to glance sideways slightly.
"Yo! Quite capable."
The man in the red robe spoke.
"Heh, I have far more capabilities! I just don't know if you have the life to see them."
I continued to speak.
An old man opposite me glared and berated me:
"Boy, you are quite arrogant! In front of our sect's Holy Son, you are but an ant."
Holy Son?
I almost burst out laughing.
What era was this, still talking about Holy Sons.
However, I paused for a moment before mockingly saying:
"I recall when the Black Demon Palace had a woman who called herself the Holy Maiden. I wonder if she was from your Black Demon Cult!"
As I said this, the man in the red robe looked at me:
"You've seen her?"
His tone grew a fraction colder.
"Seen her, of course I have. Her soul was crushed by my foot, how could I not have seen her. Conveniently, your Holy Son is here, making it a pair."
I showed neither surprise nor pleasure, even a hint of mockery was present.
As soon as my words left my mouth, the demonic cultivators on the other side changed their expressions drastically.
The death of the Black Demon Cult's Holy Maiden back then had caused quite a stir.
However, no survivors had escaped, making it impossible to ascertain the details.
Hearing my words now, they were all shocked.
"You killed my Holy Maiden sister?"
The man in the red robe spoke.
"I killed her, what can you do about it?"
I spoke again.
At the same time, the black mist behind me surged.
Immediately after, a vengeful spirit was blasted out.
Currents leaped all over its body, and its soul scattered.
Following that, Old Mo, carrying his thunder axe, also emerged from the black mist.
Seeing me facing the demonic entities alone, he expressed surprise:
"Damn, I was wondering where you ran off to, Old Qin. Turns out you came here to pick up the heavy work."
I smiled, not replying.
However, the man in the red robe's expression had already turned unsightly:
"Whether you speak the truth or not, tonight, this Holy Son will see you dead!"
With that, the man raised his hand.
The corpse fiends to his left and right, as if receiving an order, let out low growls and roars of "ao ao."
Then, one by one, they moved their four limbs and began to charge towards Old Mo and me.
Their claws were sharp, their teeth were keen, and they swayed their long red tongues, looking truly terrifying.
Their numbers were around thirty or so.
More were still positioned to the sides, not moving.
Old Mo's eyes gleamed with excitement.
I, gripping my peach wood sword, simply shouted:
"Kill!"
Old Mo then became as if injected with chicken blood:
"Fate has made its choice!"
In an instant, both of us charged out simultaneously.
We directly met the charge of the thirty-plus corpse fiends.
These corpse fiends were not particularly strong, apart from their large size and strange appearance, their combat prowess was average.
They might be formidable against ordinary cultivators, but against Dao cultivation like that of Old Mo and me, they were truly outmatched.
Within a single exchange, we sent these corpse fiends reeling.
"Ao ao" screams echoed, and corpses and blood were everywhere.
As we engaged in combat, my Martial Uncle, Daoist Priest Nian Hua, and the others also advanced, reaching our position.
Seeing more demonic entities still unmoved to the sides, they too showed surprise.
At this moment, seeing this situation, they had no other choice.
They let out low roars.
And charged towards us...