Chapter 107
Chapter 107
Things turned out exactly as Hua Jiunan had expected.
The Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits led by Li Guang were all elite, battle-hardened troops. When the two sides first clashed, they did indeed cut through the Yellow Turban Ghosts and sent them sprawling.
But as they pushed deeper, they were gradually surrounded by enemies pouring in like a tide.
Once the cavalry lost their advantage in speed, they became even more passive.
Especially after the Yellow Turban Strongmen joined the fight, the Hundred-Battle Warrior Spirits were trapped in place, struggling to hold their ground.
If not for Li Guang’s ferocity, as well as the karmic virtue he had accumulated from guarding the Yin-Yang Realm for nearly two thousand years, they would likely have been defeated already.
Chen Daji had received a proper education since childhood. He understood good and evil, right and wrong.
Seeing this, he was naturally frantic.
“Fuck! The good guys are about to get killed by the bad guys!”
“Big Brother, what do we do?!”
Hua Jiunan cursed furiously.
“Fuck their ancestors eight generations back! We fight!”
“Everyone, charge! Kill these sons of bitches!”
The great Immortal Spirits exchanged a glance, then burst into laughter together.
“Since the young master physician has such heroic spirit, we will naturally risk our lives to accompany you!”
Old Sixth Hui was the first to reveal his true form.
He became a gigantic rat more than three meters long, with eyes like copper bells.
“Charge with me, little ones! Gnaw them clean!”
“Don’t make me lose face in front of the young master physician!”
Rats all over the mountains and plains squeaked as they followed close behind him.
There was no other way to describe it than a sea of rats.
The most eye-catching among them were hundreds of huge rats more than two meters long.
Any Yellow Turban Ghosts they encountered were swallowed whole, weapons and all.
Chang Huaiyuan threw back his head and let out a long roar, crossing over a hundred meters in a single step.
He charged straight toward the Yellow Turban Ghosts on the outermost edge.
Under the terrified gazes of his enemies, the phantom of a giant Jiao appeared: thirty meters long, with two bulges rising from its head, its whole body shimmering with five-colored light, and four clawed feet as sharp as blades.
With just a simple inhale, every enemy within several meters was swallowed down.
Even the Yellow Turban Strongmen could not escape.
Chang Huaiyuan, dressed in white robes purer than snow, smiled faintly.
“When I, the Chang Family Head, take the field, how can I let the Gray Family steal the spotlight in battle?”
As soon as he finished speaking, ten thousand snakes of all kinds shot forward.
Led by six enormous Jiao as thick as water vats, they roared into the ranks of the Yellow Turban Ghost Soldiers.
The leading Jiao cried out at the top of his voice,
“Don’t worry, Eldest Brother! Today, let the world see how decisive and ruthless the Chang Family can be!”
The other three great Immortal Spirits were not about to fall behind. Each called upon their clansmen, who swarmed forward in a frenzy.
Hu Qingshan of the Hu Family had rather uncanny methods of attack.
Any enemy in front of him, whether Yellow Turban Ghost or Yellow Turban Strongman, would turn foolish and start slaughtering their own comrades.
The way they fought, it was as if they shared an irreconcilable hatred.
The Huang Family Immortal specialized in ambushes and gang attacks, always using numbers to overwhelm isolated targets.
They constantly prowled around the outskirts of the battlefield.
Any enemy who got separated from the group would instantly be surrounded by a pack of weasels and torn to pieces.
The hedgehog army under Bai Wuwei’s command was more like a long-range strike force.
They packed together in dense clusters. If any Yellow Turban Ghost dared to attack them, it would be pricked until it shrieked in pain.
Their method of attack was to fire the sharp spines on their bodies.
Any Yellow Turban Ghost struck by those spines would roll across the ground in agony.
Before long, they would vanish like smoke.
Chen Daji stared at the shocking scene before him, muttering nonstop,
“Fuck! Fuck!”
Deep down, he was quite worried for this group of Bai Family hedgehog immortals.
If they shot out all their spines, wouldn’t that be the same as going shirtless?
It might be fine for the males, but what about the females…
Thankfully, he did not say that thought out loud. Otherwise, his backside might have turned into a hedgehog the very next second.
Chen Daji barely managed to suppress his bizarre train of thought and said,
“Eighth Master, stop standing around! Let’s go too!”
“My Big Brother told us to charge. What kind of thing is it if we hide in the back?!”
Eighth Master Chang shrank his neck back in a shifty manner and said like a thief,
“Haven’t you ever heard the saying, ‘Plan from within the command tent and win victory a thousand miles away’?”
“Besides, the young master physician is far too precious. How could he casually risk his life fighting these lowly bastards…”
Hu Fei’er, who had transformed into a white fox and was crouching on Hua Jiunan’s shoulder, was thoughtful and considerate.
Her eyes shifted as she glanced at Hua Jiunan, whose face was filled with killing intent, then said softly to Eighth Master Chang,
“Eighth Master, you should carry us into the battle and kill the enemy.”
“If he doesn’t join the fight this time, Brother Jiunan will regret it for the rest of his life.”
Eighth Master Chang had originally wanted to decline by saying that his duty was to protect Hua Jiunan.
But then he thought about it. If he performed well and the young master physician on his back got happy enough to casually grant him a Fengzheng, wouldn’t that save him a thousand years of bitter cultivation?!
No, that was wrong. Even a thousand years of bitter cultivation would not be as useful as one sentence of Fengzheng from the young master physician!
Once that thought occurred to him, Eighth Master Chang hesitated no longer.
Fortune was found in danger. He would gamble on it!
At worst, if things went badly, he would just run a little faster…
Eighth Master Chang let out a whistle and charged toward the horde of Yellow Turban Ghosts.
“You three, sit tight! Today, I’ll show you what this Old Eighth can do!”