Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 170 - 170 169 Soul Ghosts Storm 3

170: Chapter 169 Soul Ghosts Storm 3 170: Chapter 169 Soul Ghosts Storm 3 “Of course you can!

What do you mean, senior brother?”

Though Lan Re was somewhat puzzled, she was a girl of kind heart and pure nature, otherwise the elders wouldn’t have named her Lan Re; indeed, Senior Brother Hou Niao’s speculation was completely correct, and everyone had underestimated him, not only his wisdom, but also his swordsmanship.

But she wouldn’t be any longer.

To be honest, she was also somewhat bewildered at the moment, hesitating to grasp the overall situation.

She was not familiar with this place, nor with the Soul Ghosts, and other than holding out here, she didn’t know what else would be the right thing to do, as her master had given no directives…

Hou Niao cut in decisively, “Move towards the Huncheng Sect direction!

Now!

Immediately!

Also, inform them to move towards us!”

Lan Re hadn’t expected Senior Brother Hou to arrange things this way – she was averse to moving closer to the disciples of the Huncheng Sect.

Didn’t that mean they were showing weakness first?

“Senior brother, is this really necessary?

We can still hold on!”

Hou Niao roared, “Hold your farts!

Any moment now, ghastly ghosts will emerge.

If we don’t unite our forces, none of us will survive!”

With these words, the cultivators suddenly became alert.

Yes, if the Wandering Souls and fierce ghosts of the same realm were appearing, and even the Golden Core level painted skin ghosts had emerged, it would be absurd if the Tongxuan level specters were just watching from the sidelines as a joke.

Without saying much more, Lan Re ordered, “Sisters, move towards the Huncheng Sect!

Maintain the integrity of the great formation and move as quickly as possible!”

At the same time, she sent a spiritual communication to warn the Huncheng Sect.

Of course, she didn’t have Divine Sense now, but she still had short-distance sound wave techniques.

In these aspects, the Daoist Sect was extensively involved, unlike low-realm sword cultivators, who relied on feet for travel, shouts for communication, dogs for tracking, and shivering for warmth; robbery for wealth, wishful thinking for dual cultivation, and lying down for healing…

This was a jest, but the reality that sword cultivators were not as well-versed in these miscellaneous skills as the Daoist Sect was true.

However, this also gave rise to the sword cultivators’ much stronger front-line combat abilities.

The disciples of the Huncheng Sect were also quick-witted.

In fact, a major feature of the Demon Sect schools was their flexibility and adaptability, never rigidly adhering to conventional forms, but rather resorting to any means necessary to adapt.

Thus, they began to rush down the hill one after another.

If successful, they would meet at the base of the two hills, which was precisely where Jing Shan and Cheng He, the two unlucky ones, were located.

The battlefield was now split into three fronts, and theirs was the most dangerous one – with few people and despite slaying many, they couldn’t withstand the overwhelming tide of Soul Ghosts.

Teetering on the brink, danger lurked at every turn!

No one could save them, the only ones who could were themselves!

When they were sitting on Master Zheng’s magic artifact just the day before, watching the battle, who could have imagined that it would be their turn the very next day?

Hou Niao still thought the movement was too slow.

He couldn’t be sure when those spectral ghosts would arrive, but uniting as soon as possible was the wisest choice.

“Can you move any faster?

You’re moving too slowly, like old grannies with bound feet!”

Lan Re finally realized the true nature of her senior brother, which was his unfiltered speech during battle, full of foul language!

This was not permitted in the Daoist Sect, but in the midst of battle, it didn’t seem out of place?

Instead, it even provided a sense of reassurance.

“Senior brother, this is already the fastest we can go while maintaining the integrity of the great formation.

If we go any faster, the output of Spiritual Power will be too rapid, and we won’t last long!”

Hou Niao rudely interrupted her, “Then go all out with your power output.

Tell the Huncheng Sect to do the same, and stop hiding and hoarding like old women.

You think you can hold out all night?

Dream on!

I have already sent the warning.

Support from Jin City will arrive soon, so burst forth, fairies!”

Lan Re was at a loss for words, but the crude expression held a solid truth.

To think that they could hold out until dawn with just these people was nothing but a fool’s dream.

Their only chance lay in the three masters succeeding or reinforcements from Jin City arriving.

It was certainly not the time to hold back!

“Sisters, Qingxu Mysterious Light, in my path I alone rise!”

The grand formation of the Anhe Daoist Sect suddenly accelerated, while on the other side, the pace of the Huncheng Sect also increased.

The two groups quickly closed the distance between them.

Hou Niao was no longer satisfied with merely maintaining the inner circle’s security.

The intensity of Qingxu Mysterious Light far surpassed the previous Daoist light, preventing soul ghosts from breaking through for a time, thereby freeing him.

With the steadiness provided by the Mysterious Light, his strikes became exceptionally concise and ruthlessly efficient, always targeting wandering souls and fierce ghosts, which significantly increased the pace of the grand formation’s advance.

As he led the assault here, he could not pay attention to the surrounding battlefield, but fortunately, Lan Re was there.

“Brother, I see some soul ghosts moving outside of West Mang Mountain!

Are they going to take revenge on humans?”

Hou Niao realized that ordinary soul ghosts would not have such awareness; they would usually strut around their turf on West Mang Mountain and rarely leave.

If they were leaving, it could only mean they were being driven away by higher-ranked soul ghosts!

For wandering souls and fierce ghosts, accomplishing such a feat was difficult; the only entities they feared and obeyed were those ethereal spirits and seductive ghosts.

This was why, even now, none had appeared here, but it would be soon.

Once these ordinary soul ghosts were chased out of West Mang Mountain, it was the moment those haunting and seductive spirits would come to trouble them.

“Perhaps!

I wish those fortresses peace.”

Lan Re was very upset because all this trouble had been caused by their willfulness.

“Brother, what can we do?”

Hou Niao, his sword continuously moving, replied without stopping, “If I were Buddha, I would set myself ablaze to illuminate the sky and exterminate all ghosts in the world, but unfortunately, I am not;

If I were an Immortal, I would use my life to move heaven and earth, to bestow upon every fortress an indestructible shield, but unfortunately, I am not!

I am also a mortal, so I can only do what mortals can do.

Other than wishing them safety, all I can do is live better in their stead!”

Lan Re’s heart tightened.

Is this what it meant to be a disciple of the Demon Sect?

A person full of contradictions, possessing the most rational of judgments, daring to speak out against elders, but when real danger arrived, he did not hesitate to choose to protect himself!

For a moment, she could not tell right from wrong.

The practices of the Demon Sect were certainly wrong, but did the Daoist Sect’s behavior seem any better?

They moved quickly and had already approached the central positions of Jing Shan and Cheng He.

The two Quanzhen Sword Cultivators were covered in blood.

It was clear that if it weren’t for a force of will sustaining them, they would have fallen by now.

Under Lan Re’s gaze, the cruel Brother Hou suddenly quickened his pace.

He plunged into the horde of soul ghosts on his own, even stepping out from under the protection of the Mysterious Light’s radiance.

She knew it was because he wanted to save his own brothers, risking his safety in perilous circumstances.

Is this the brotherhood of a Demon Sect disciple?

Haven’t they seemed at odds with each other before?

The grand formation quickly caught up to where Hou Niao had stopped, and to Lan Re’s shock, she found the two Sword Cultivator brothers had already died by their swords.

After glimpsing hope, they still couldn’t evade the soul ghosts’ final assault.

Then, she heard a highly disrespectful comment about the deceased.

“Two fools!

Did they become idiots from staying too long in Jin City?

If they had just approached us, they wouldn’t have lost their lives here, becoming food for the soul ghosts!

Sword practitioners who don’t know to take initiative are useless; their cultivation might as well have been wasted on dogs!”

Lan Re was speechless…