If the target wasn't us, then who could it be?
There was only one answer: the ice corpse beneath Jian Dao Peak.
We had heard about it upon our arrival.
At the foot of Jian Dao Peak, beneath Kumu Temple, lay a thousand-year-old ice corpse.
Could this sudden attack by the Black Demon forces be for this Ice Corpse King?
This thought flashed through my mind in an instant.
Although it was just my guess, I felt the possibility was very high.
So, after felling two corpse monsters, I continuously retreated, coming to my uncle-master's side.
Then I said:
"Uncle-master, I feel something is wrong!"
My uncle-master was slaughtering amidst the ghost horde.
The surrounding white-robed ghosts wailed incessantly, and the fellow disciples from various sects were fighting with great gusto.
They were so engrossed, they wished they could fight for hundreds more rounds.
This led to more disciples from the mountain descending to join the battle.
The more this happened, the more vulnerable the defenses on the mountain became.
"What's wrong?"
My uncle-master spoke, his brow furrowed slightly.
"Uncle-master, it's too smooth. And these demons seem to be deliberately luring us down the mountain. They aren't attacking the mountain, their objective seems to be to tie us down.
I suspect their real goal might not be to attack the mountain.
It's to stall us, for the ice corpse on the mountain, or for something else..."
I voiced my thoughts.
Upon hearing me, my uncle-master also narrowed his eyes.
The current situation was indeed chaotic.
And the disciples from various sects on the mountain had basically been drawn to the foot of the mountain.
If what I said was true, there was indeed such a possibility.
Thinking of this, my uncle-master immediately said:
"That's also possible. I'll go and alert their higher-ups now. You and Xiao Mo watch over your junior sister."
Receiving my uncle-master's response, I immediately nodded:
"Don't worry, Uncle-master, we'll watch over Junior Sister!"
Without further ado, my uncle-master turned and ran towards the mountain gate.
And the battlefield had descended into chaos.
In the distant swirling black mist, ghost cries continued to erupt, and fierce ghosts and malevolent spirits constantly appeared.
The entire foot of Jian Dao Peak was engaged in a fierce, protracted battle.
I, Old Mo, Xiao Yao, and the other fellow disciples from various sects fought with all our might.
Constantly battling these demons at the foot of the mountain.
It wasn't exactly a scene of utter devastation, but it was definitely spectacular, a stalemate...
And about twenty minutes after my uncle-master left.
An anomaly occurred.
A low growl, however, echoed from within Jian Dao Peak.
"Awoooooo..."
The sound was immense, tearing through the night.
Amidst this piercing growl, waves of cold air permeated.
A strong, biting wind enveloped the entire Jian Dao Peak.
Not only that, but surging masses of corpse qi churned within Jian Dao Peak.
This sudden change startled everyone present, leaving them unaware of what was happening.
"What was that sound?"
"Such heavy corpse qi?"
"That sound, it sounded like a Jiangshi!"
"Could it be the legendary Jian Dao Peak Ice Corpse King?"
"..."
Many began to discuss, all looking back at Jian Dao Peak, unclear of the situation.
My heart sank, "thump." Had my earlier guess been correct?
These demons from the Black Demon sect, their true objective was to come for that ice corpse.
Fighting us here was merely to attract attention?
"Old Qin, you might not have guessed wrong, have you?"
Old Mo looked towards Jian Dao Peak and spoke.
I said with a grim expression:
"Hard to say! But Uncle-master has been gone for twenty minutes. I hope he's prepared!"
I spoke in a low voice.
And opposite the ghost horde, the man in red robes let out a hearty laugh:
"A bunch of idiots, you really thought we came here to deliver ourselves for nothing?
When the ice corpse is released, let's see how you deal with us then."
The man in red mocked.
Since the distance wasn't far, I could clearly hear their conversation.
It was truly a conspiracy.
Fortunately, Uncle-master had returned twenty minutes ago.
Perhaps there was still time for a remedy.
I thought to myself.
And from the black mist opposite, another hundred fierce ghosts surged out with "wuwuwu" calls.
Under the command of the man in red.
One by one, corpse monsters lunged forward.
"Tie them down, don't let them go back!"
"Buy time to release the ice corpse!"
"Long live the Black Demon!"
"Let the world be shrouded in the darkness of the Black Demon!"
The demonic path side's morale surged.
Our side's pressure increased tenfold.
And at the same time.
Things behind us also became noisy.
Finally, someone began to sound the alarm:
"Reinforce, reinforce! Demons are attacking the mountain, demons are attacking the mountain..."
As this cry went out, more people's faces turned ashen.
Some elders and prominent figures began to order their disciples to split into two groups.
One group to remain at the mountain gate, and another to reinforce the mountain.
"Senior Brother Qin, what do we do now? Should we go back to reinforce the mountain?"
Xiao Yao inquired.
Old Mo also looked at me.
I looked at the two of them, then at the swarming horde of ghosts and corpse monsters.
I replied:
"Uncle-master has already gone back. It's too late for us to return to the mountain. We won't go back. We'll find a way to chop up that kid in red."
My tone was icy as I spoke, my gaze fixed on the Holy Son of the Black Demon sect in the distance.
As soon as I finished speaking, Gu Qian Yue, Meng You, and Meng Fang, who were standing not far away, also looked towards us.
Looking at Gu Qian Yue, who was as small as a little loli, she also said:
"Your plan is interesting. Count us in..."