437: Nine Hundred Miles of Assault! (Second update, please give me a monthly ticket)

"Ah!"

"Swish!"

"..."

Slices of saber light cut down, and heads of demons flew up!

In the valley, a blood-stained path of conquest began to unfold!

Saber light and flesh flew together, wails and horse neighs resounded.

The Ninth Mountain Army roared, cleaving through the night, transforming into a rolling torrent. Cold light gleamed on their armor, and their iron hooves thundered south, carving out a bloody path.

In the distance, the clusters of shadows that had gathered were terrified by this war torrent, which seemed to crush everything, letting out sharp screams. Then, in the mountains and forests, those shadows howled repeatedly, like startled birds and beasts, retreating south in panic!

Amidst the neighing of ten thousand horses, their hooves never stopped, and the flags flapped fiercely!

Beside the northern valley, on a steep cliff extending outwards, a tall horse galloped, then reined in at the edge of the cliff. Its nostrils snorted, and its hooves reared high, letting out a whinnying sound.

Lu Ming, clad in crimson armor, sat high upon it, his eyes like a leopard's. He looked down at the army charging forward and the fleeing demons, his gaze flashing with a piercing cold light.

On either side of him, streaks of cold, iron-clad figures darted out from the dense forest behind, riding their horses and flying their flags, rushing down like an unceasing river.

Subsequently, on the cliff where he stood, three chirps came from behind. Three figures reined in their horses and stepped forward, their hooves clattering, standing abreast with Lu Ming!

The Zhonglang Generals of the Seventh, Eighth, and Twelfth Mountains, their eyes shining brightly, looked down at the situation below, their expressions grave.

"So many Demon Soldiers have gathered. It seems we've already entered the patrol range of the Yao Race in Zhennan Prefecture!"

"From here, the war begins!"

"Next, the army cannot rest for a moment; we must rush to Zhennan Prefecture!"

"To prevent the Yao Race there from reacting!"

The Zhonglang General of the Seventh Mountain, with a stern expression, turned to Lu Ming.

"Cavalry General Lu, what do you say?"

Lu Ming nodded, saying sternly, "Speed is of the essence. We'll catch them off guard. As planned before, our army will press forward, and the three of you will lead your troops to support from the flanks."

"Also, the three esteemed individuals from Wudao Mountain should make their move!"

As he spoke, Lu Ming waved his sleeve, and a faint silver stream of light flew out—a palm-sized talisman. Shallow silver light flickered on it, inscribed with complex patterns.

Just as he was about to activate this talisman, three streams of light flashed down from the sky, revealing Yang Shan, Ling Yunzi, and Zhao Quanzhen, the master and two disciples.

The three of them hovered before the cliff, facing the four This Generals.

"It seems the four This Generals are ready to make their move!"

Yang Shan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing with a peculiar light. If one looked closely, there was even a hint of eagerness.

Lu Ming and the other three bowed their fists upon seeing the three, showing their respect.

"That's right!"

"This place is only nine hundred li from Zhennan Prefecture. The army will rush straight to Zhennan Prefecture at full speed. The three of you need to set off, intercepting messages in advance and stopping the Great Demons in the city."

Lu Ming said, giving a solemn bow, "With your noble spirit, I, Lu, thank you on behalf of my This General!"

And this person from Wudao Mountain only said, "No matter! Last time was rushed, but this time with the This Generals, I, this mountain person, might just have to fight these Devil Heads."

After speaking, this Senior Martial Uncle of Zhao Quanzhen glanced at Ling Yunzi, "Junior Brother, Junior Nephew, let's go meet them again!"

"Let's go!"

With that, a spiritual light rose from beneath his feet, flashing with a "pa" sound, and he vanished from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already a hundred zhang away.

Ling Yunzi was torn between laughter and tears. Based on his understanding of his Senior Brother, he felt as if his Senior Brother was a bit hot-blooded and impatient. What was going on?

He said nothing, only nodded to Lu Ming and the others, then took Zhao Quanzhen and chased after him.

Lu Ming and the other four watched as these three esteemed chivalrous individuals from Wudao Mountain disappeared into the vast snow-covered world, their gazes filled with respect.

"We should set off too!"

Lu Ming pulled on his reins, his voice powerful, his eyes bright.

"Haha, Cavalry General Lu, it is said that your This General governs the army strictly, and the Ninth Mountain has been reborn. I, this This General, was unconvinced. We all have two shoulders carrying one head. This time, let's compete and see whose subordinates kill more beasts, how about it?"

The Zhonglang General of the Eighth Mountain laughed heartily at this moment, his demeanor heroic and spirited, not provocative, but rather a surge of fighting spirit.

"I, Lu, accept!" Lu Ming was direct and decisive, his voice like solid iron.

"Count me in too. I've wanted to fight this battle for a long time. Even if I die on the battlefield, I must avenge my former brothers."

"And me."

"Haha."

As the Zhonglang Generals laughed heartily, they concealed the anger and frustration that had been suppressed in their chests for many days. Last time, they suffered a defeat, losing Fu City after Fu City. How many people were buried in foreign lands? They were helpless. Those scenes were like nightmares that often woke them up in fright. Now, they were embarking on a new journey, and they might have to fight to the death against the demons to comfort their comrades.

Even knowing the path ahead was perilous and the snow vast, everyone did not feel the sorrow of "the wind howls and the Yi River is cold"; only a burning passion and wrath, needing to be fiercely unleashed upon the demons.

"Charge!"

Lu Ming led the way, his horse's hooves rearing high, flying down the cliff.

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

"..."

Ten thousand horses neighed in unison, carving out a bloody path, thus thundering towards Zhennan Prefecture!

On the other side, Yin Shan.

Night fell again, and the strong wind outside picked up once more. The silver trees rustled, continuing another day of "house arrest."

In Chen Yuan's room, the body Chen Yuan left behind transformed into his Gou Snake true form, curled up within, its eyes closed.

Meanwhile, in another space, sounds of wild laughter and curses echoed.

"Human Race Zhonglang General, you want to invade my Primordial Spirit? No way, haha..."

"What do you want to do to me?"

In the Pot Heaven space, there was a buzzing tremor. A crimson-gold pagoda was spinning rapidly, its relief carvings like thousands of malevolent ghosts, incomparably ferocious.

The demon carvings on it were becoming more and more numerous, giving off a powerful sense of oppression.

At this moment, the gate of the fifth floor of the pagoda opened, and a golden rope flew out from within, piercing through and coiling around the Primordial Spirit of a Tiangou, pulling it into the pagoda.

And at the same time, from the fifth floor, as the pagoda gate opened, an unending wail emerged from within, like evil spirits enduring Hell's torture, wailing and struggling inside, making one's hair stand on end and sending chills down one's spine.

Those were a Martial Repository from the Li family and that Human Devil from the Place of becoming a Saint, who had touched Chen Yuan's reverse scale and were placed inside to be tormented day and night.

Now, the Primordial Spirits of this man and this demon were tormented beyond recognition, only emitting wails.

The Primordial Spirit of this Tiangou Great Demon was also scarred all over at this time, but he still resisted the soul-capturing of the Human Race Zhonglang General. As he was laughing, he saw that this Human Race Junior General released this pagoda without a word. When he heard the wails from inside, he couldn't help but feel a chilling sensation, struggling and shouting.

Chen Yuan watched coldly, "Since you won't tell me how to break the Yin Shan Grand Array and the location of that Moon Laurel Tree, then you can stay inside and keep them company!"

Chen Yuan flicked his sleeve, dragging the demon into the fifth floor of the Demon Refining Pagoda, then activated Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Heart and True Fire Burning Body.

Soon, the pig-like screams of that Great Demon came from inside!

Just then, a rapid and weak voice sounded from the fifth floor, "Chen Yuan, I've been to Yin Shan, I know, just let me go!"

Hearing this voice, Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed sharply. (End of chapter)