Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 699 - 699 698 Northwest Beacon Fires 9 End of month ticket request

699: Chapter 698: Northwest Beacon Fires 9 [End of month ticket request] 699: Chapter 698: Northwest Beacon Fires 9 [End of month ticket request] A group of human cultivators tangled with the encroaching undead creatures, just a few dozen miles away from Xunfeng Valley.

The battle was fierce, although the number of undead creatures surrounding them was still limited, each one was a powerhouse among the hundred-eyed abominations, with various divine skills; the key was that they were full of fighting spirit, undeterred, completely different from the scattered skeletons encountered along the way.

The battlefield spread wide, with Dai Xun standing at the center, coordinating the combatants on either side.

Well, they were still holding on,

His goal was to draw the battle towards Xunfeng Valley as much as possible, to clear a path for the Daoist Sect’s main forces and create chaos; the current chaos had begun, but it was far from the expected level, neither close enough nor cruel enough.

Only by killing these undead creatures fiercely could he force those hidden elsewhere to emerge from the ground, clearing obstacles for the subsequent forces.

He encouraged loudly, “Gentlemen, work hard, the treasure mine is not far now, the undead creatures, in order to protect Xunfeng Valley, will not mobilize in great numbers.”

Incentives of profit, strategy analysis, neither could be neglected, otherwise who knew if these loose cultivators might suddenly scatter and flee.

Among these people, he had gathered some from the Tea Horse Road, and along the way, he had persuaded others with his eloquence, gathering together some thirty-odd individuals, more smoothly than he had expected.

He didn’t care about the lives of these people, only if the mission could be completed, as everyone who made a living in the Kneecap Desert was aware of this.

There were also a few true Daoist Sect brothers amongst his subordinates, helping to maintain the situation; the battle had only just begun, and they needed to hold their ground, enlarge their advantages and push the flames of war towards Xunfeng Valley.

Among these loose cultivators, some were of average strength, while others were quite skilled, each unique in their own way.

For instance, an unfamiliar magic cultivator was quite remarkable, his Water Technique was exceptional, slaying several undead creatures, but the question was, had you considered the constraints the environment imposed on yourself when you chose to adventure in such an environment with a Water Technique?

There was also a body cultivator, possibly an Ancient Martial practitioner, who could move freely among the undead with just his fists, causing quite a few casualties with every punch.

He remembered these two seemed to have come together?

It looked like they wouldn’t be nobodies on the Continent either.

The battle started to tilt in favor of the humans, but his current problem was how to compel these people to advance a few more steps?

He could clearly sense that within the group of cultivators, many had begun to hesitate.

Xunfeng Valley wasn’t a secret to the cultivators of the sandy desert, and many were aware it was a site heavily guarded by the undead, hence their indecision.

There was no choice; the business of leading a charge required someone to lead by example, relying on words alone was ineffective.

Using his divine sense to communicate, he and a few fellows started to take the lead and charge inward, “Fortune favors the bold, life and death are decreed by fate, gentlemen, those with courage follow me; those without it, go back.”

A fairly positive sign was that the number of undead creatures surrounding them had not increased; after killing off a portion, they seemed few and far between, which indirectly confirmed his words that the undead were mainly focused on defending Xunfeng Valley and didn’t pay much attention to the activities of the human cultivators outside, which was where the hope for profit lay.

As the few of them charged forward, the loose cultivators hesitated; to tell the truth, such an action seemed rash without seeing any real benefit, and the few Daoists leading the way also seemed a bit off?

But the scene was chaotic, beyond their control for careful thought, as those brazen enough to be blinded by greed hastily followed, including a combination of two somewhat capable Magic Cultivation Ancient Martial experts.

Among them, the Ancient Martial artist mumbled,

“With fewer people, it’s good, more people make it easier to dine, fewer make it easier to divide money.”

Humans are a herd species, it’s in their bones, and even though cultivators have a high degree of autonomy, in emergencies, they still tend to follow the crowd; if most charge forward and a few retreat, might retreating be even more dangerous?

Or perhaps everyone is safer together.

Dai Xun had seized this mindset.

Leading several others at the front, they drove the rest who were either muddle-headed with greed or had other schemes in mind, forcing the entire group to move forward, regardless of whether some were reluctant.

As they entangled and flew onward, the silhouette of Xunfeng Valley came into view, barely twenty li away by estimation—a distance quite near for cultivators.

Then, they finally saw the exposed, glinting ore deposits, untouched by human hands due to the terrain being too close to Xunfeng Valley.

This was the extremely rare Silver Luster Ore, whose value goes without saying, instantly stirring the desires of all the cultivators present.

Seeing that the undead creatures still had no reinforcements, greed overcame fear, and they all surged forward.

As the human cultivators were elated, countless undead creatures burst forth from underground, hundreds, thousands, teeming and swarming.

It was a trap!

Had the undead creatures actually learned to use bait to lure humans into a trap?

Dai Xun knew they had come to a life-or-death moment, which was not unexpected; they had been mentally prepared before coming here.

The greater the danger, the more the undead that appeared, the easier it would be for Brother Han to blend into Xunfeng Valley.

What he had to do was to hold on as long as possible, to make the act as convincing as possible.

That’s why he chose these uninformed Loose Cultivators to carry out the mission to lure the enemy.

If they were all fellow sect brothers, they would inevitably give themselves away at this critical juncture, unlike now, where it seemed natural.

“Everyone, stick together, do not scatter!” This was his last attempt to organize, knowing shouting was futile.

What followed was every man for himself.

Chaos came instantly; hundreds of undead closed in.

The shrewder cultivators started to flee, but the vast majority were still trapped in the open space, unable to escape.

The undead had appeared too suddenly, while their eyes were dazzled by the shiny ore.

The battle exploded in an instant, as the human cultivators knew this moment would decide life or death.

No one held back, for failing to give their all now might mean never having to try again.

Even the clouds in the sky added to the confusion.

A cloud cluster drifted down to a thousand zhang in height, solitary and unsettling, although the undead seemed to lack any concept of eeriness.

Deserts are dry and cloudless, and on the rare occasion that clouds do appear, they stay thousands of zhang high.

Such a cloud cluster descending below a thousand zhang was very unusual.

As the clouds inexplicably drifted in, a Flying Boat suddenly appeared, and about a dozen human figures leaped out, giving the nearly collapsing human battle line a breath of life.

The undead became even more frenzied, indifferent to the ten or so new arrivals.

Their absolute numerical advantage made them uninhibited, confident that exterminating this group of humans was just a matter of time.

Many undead attacked the Flying Boat, and under their relentless assault, it eventually could not hold out.

It exploded in midair, a strong Spiritual Power impact, dazzling white light, and great noise filling the entire sky.

The chaos reached its peak.