Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 114 - 111 Almost Could Not Hold On (Request for Subscription and Monthly Ticket)_1

Chapter 114: Chapter 111 Almost Could Not Hold On (Request for Subscription and Monthly Ticket)_1

"Expecting those obsequious and derelict officials to send troops to support Dasheng Pass is as useless as asking a tree for fish, isn’t it, Brother Li?"

Another voice chimed in: "The soldiers are stationed in Nanjing, it’s not their responsibility if something happens. At worst, they would be reprimanded for a missed opportunity. But if they agree to leave the city to rescue, they would be accountable for any mishaps."

Zhuang Zhicheng’s face grew even more gloomier after listening.

When the tomb of Han was breached, hundreds of thousands of ghostly army plagued Jingying. In the aftermath, only the Ministry of Rites of Nanjing, Qintian Bureau and the Zongbing of Dasheng Pass would bear the blame.

Li Chengji turned to look behind him, gratitude visible as he saluted: "I appreciate your show of righteousness and aid, old Zhang!"

The middle-aged man who had come striding from the night skies was about fifty, with a square face and large ears, resembling Zhang Yue. This was none other than the current Earl Huaiyuan, Zhang Zhong.

"You really should thank me. Honestly, if it weren’t for you, Li Chengji, I would have done everything to avoid this mess."

Zhang Zhong, who came through the air, stood next to Li Chengji: "However without an army order issued by the Dudu’s mansion, I can’t mobilize the troops outside the city. This time, I could only bring about three hundred of our men to make our small contribution. So, what’s the situation exactly?"

Gazing outside, he then hissed: "Brother Li, judging by the situation, we might end up with honorable posthumous titles of Wu Gang, Wu De, or Wu Lie today."

The catch with posthumous titles is that they are granted by the Court, only after one’s death.

In Zhang Zhong’s view, the seven departments of Jingying at Dasheng Pass outside Nanjing were almost getting crushed by hundreds of thousands of ghostly army.

The Zongbing of Dasheng Pass, at present, was in a precarious position.

Once the ghostly army reached the front of Dasheng Pass, it would be quite impressive if the poorly defended pass city could hold out for two hours.

Li Chengji gave him a blank look before putting his hand on the hilt of his long saber: "You arrived just in time. I need to go out and receive the retreating soldiers. You will take over the city’s defense. We shouldn’t hold the pass city at all costs, but evacuate its people as quickly as possible and then lure them to Qinhuai River or the Yangtze River."

Zhang Zhong nodded, understanding Li Chengji’s intentions. The two naval battalions entering the city now could only exhibit their full fighting power on the river.

And there was Li Chengji, whose cultivation power was equivalent to the twelve heavenly levels within a hundred miles around the Yangtze River water system. But on the river, his combat power could get much closer to the heavenly level!

"People from the Liudao Division have already arrived, the Dragon Emperor of Yingtian has agreed to send troops to help us block the Qinhuai River. The situation is not as bad as you imagine. However, everything that repels evil, like fire oil, dog blood, cinnabar, peach wood, and garlic juice must be collected as soon as possible. The more, the better. If possible, try to have silver painted on all the soldiers’ weapons."

These last few sentences were meant for Zhuang Zhicheng. Afterwards, Li Chengji took to the sky, flying towards the tomb of Han in the west.

His timing was perfect. The eight thousand soldiers who had attacked from Dasheng Pass to block off the tomb of Han just then had collapsed under the rush of the countless ghostly army.

Thousands upon thousands of skeletons could be seen pouring out of the tomb, and numerous ghostly spirits filled with Yinsha spread in the air.

——Wherever they passed, ice coated everything, grass and trees withered, death pervaded, and living things perished!

The deceased soldiers of Dasheng Pass also staggered to their feet from the ground, picking up whatever weapons they could find, heading in the direction of Dasheng Pass.

Most alarming were the knights riding skeletal war horses. Counting up to four thousand, they were clad in black armor and armed with shiny long sabers!

——This well-equipped ghostly cavalry not only annihilated the eight thousand soldiers of Dasheng Pass but also posed the most lethal threat to all the fleeing soldiers at the moment.

They were scattered across the wilderness like a flock of geese with spread wings. Step by step, their coordinated and leisurely pace easily brought down the humans racing ahead, slaughtering and reaping one life after another.

Li Chengji scrutinized their new armor and weapons, a questioning look in his eyes.

The next moment, he collected his thoughts, his figure plummeted from the high sky like a meteor straight to the ground.

"Strike!"

With a sweep of the long saber, thousands feet of frost was swept into the air. In an instant, a huge sword mark stretching six miles was carved into the ground, and two towering ice walls rapidly crystallized above the sword mark.

——This practically split the entire battlefield in two, blocking the path of all the ghostly knights.

Li Chengji’s second strike was aimed in the southwest direction.

Over there, Li Changshan from Qintian Bureau, and Han Long, Zongbing of Dasheng Pass, were besieged by several strong ghostly spirits. Covered in wounds all over their bodies, they were tangled near the tomb with no chance to escape.

It wasn’t until Li Chengji’s sword light, that filled miles, descended, that the two managed to grab this fleeting window of opportunity and quickly retreated in the direction of Dasheng Pass.

"Earl Chengyi, be careful!" Li Changshan’s face turned ashen, as he fled. He warned, "These ghosts and ghost riders seem abnormal, likely they have been regularly nourished with blood and are incredibly powerful. Don’t treat them as newly released ghosts!"

Li Chengji’s expression turned solemn, as he landed behind Li Changshan. As he swung his sword, it emitted a ’clang’. The ground under him collapsed three feet in radius, and countless fragments of sword energy scattered, shattering all the nearby spirits. Above the nearby Yangtze River, a massive wave was stirred up and quickly frozen under the influence of Li Chengji’s bitter sword energy.

The frost spread across the ground, freezing around 250 enemy ghost knights. But then, seven balls of black and red fire fell from the sky, creating a scarlet sea of fire.

In just a moment, ghost knights who were frozen by Li Chengji’s sword energy began to emerge from the fiery sea - they seemed to be completely fearless of the Yang fire in the fiery sea, their bodies still filled with blood.

Four shadowy figures wearing general armors, surrounded by a swirling aura of black evil energy, blocked Li Chengji’s path. They did not engage with Li Chengji but instead turned into black smoke and continued to pursue Li Changshan and Han Long, the Zongbing of Dasheng Pass.

"You won’t escape! Get back!"

Li Chengji knew that his two comrades were severely injured and if delayed, they might be in mortal danger. In particular, Li Changshan’s Primordial Spirit was gravely injured. If he got entangled, it would undoubtedly lead to his death.

But just when he was about to swing his fourth sword, from the distorting black fog in front, five arrows like shooting stars hurtled towards him.

Li Chengji’s face slightly changed. He used his sword to block each arrow but with each deflection, he felt as if he had been hammered. A thick black deathly aura spread from his arm, causing his blood to weaken and his Zhenyuan to darken.

In the vicinity of this river bank, Li Chengji’s cultivation is equivalent to the Yang Spirit grand-master of the 12th house level. But whoever shot the arrows only seemed slightly less powerful than him.

Li Chengji, in a split second, guessed the identity of the person. Among the nine generals buried here under Prince Han Chen Liang’s command, who had opened the Fourth Gate, one of them specialized in archery and was known as the best in Huguang.

Unexpectedly, this person turned into a grudge ghost, and after three hundred years of seal washing, he was still able to retain most of his strength.

— This was indeed a blood meal offering for years, and it came from high-quality living blood and flesh!

At this moment, Li Chengji couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

This was not an oversight from the Ministry of Rites or Qintian Bureau, surprisingly the Dasheng Pass had neglected the tombs of Chen Han soldiers!

"Frozen Blade!"

This was an incredibly hoarse voice as if it was leaked from the Nine Quiets underworld.

"Are you a descendant of Li Lexing?"

Li Chengji heard endless resentment in the statement, along with intense malice and murderous intent. The continuous impacton his Primordial Spirit.

He slid back more than thirty feet, and then swung his sword at the ground. As a loud explosion sounded, two figures burst from the ground, one holding a Ghost Head Broadsword, one with twin guns, and they attacked him from both sides.

Li Chengji continued to slide back, yet the sword he wielded seemed to grow in power, defending by attacking, causing countless dazzling sparks in front of him. The destructive power surged like a tide, countless tiny broken auras traveled back and forth, sweeping all directions.

While these two beings in front of him were indeed ghostly spirits, their weapons were physical entities. A single sword and twin guns, all carrying the force capable of shattering mountains and breaking ridges, were not weaker than the tenth house level. Their power was extremely condensed, not wasting a single bit.

While fiercely fighting with them, Li Chengji still had to stay vigilant of that hidden archer in the dark clouds.

The latter would shoot a black arrow every once in a while, making it extremely difficult for Li Chengji to dodge.

The only comfort at this moment was that many of the fleeing soldiers have returned to the city wall of Dasheng Pass. Li Changshan and Han Long were also only a few steps away from retreating into the pass city.

But just as Li Chengji was letting out a sigh of relief, he felt a fiercely sharp aura suddenly exploded behind him.

"You cannot protect them, your life - the blood descendant of Li Lexing, will be enough."

The pupils of Li Chengji’s eyes severely constricted, his body exploded, turning into countless pieces of ice scattering in all directions. Yet, he could not completely evade the sudden, extremely sharp swing of a sword.

When he reappeared thirty feet away, there was already a wound on his chest that was so deep that his bones were visible. Dead aura spread, causing his wound to decay, and many Yinsha energies, like little bugs, tried to burrow into him.

And at this time, three more black arrows were shooting towards him like shooting stars.

With clenched teeth, Li Chengji realized that he was now in grave danger. As his mind was spinning, thinking of a solution:

He saw the ghost generals holding the large knife and twin guns in front of him turn into a group of black energy and fly towards the direction of the tomb of Han dynasty.

At this moment, Li Chengji also felt an exceptionally majestic and terrifying cold spiritual aura coming from deep within the underworld.