Chapter 2755: I Will Hold the Rear!

Among these people, if three coordinated, they would almost have wounded Ling Jinbao and killed He Yue.

"They are immortals and demons!"

Immortals and demons? Everyone was startled.

The remnants of Zhao Shuo's fleeing troops ahead suddenly made a 180-degree turn and charged toward Yang Sheng and He Yue.

Since the immortals and demons have already acted, their mission is complete—what are we afraid of now? Go all out!

Seeing this, Yang Sheng decisively said to He Yue: "Crown Prince Yue, we withdraw from the Dragon Pit and ask the Earth Mother to lend aid."

The Dragon Pit is the Earth Mother's domain; once entered, the enemy's advantage is greatly reduced.

He Yue very much wanted to slay Zhao Shuo under his blade to avenge his son, but upon seeing the Biejia immortals and demons, his mind cleared, and he immediately nodded and ordered: "All troops, change direction—toward the Dragon Pit!"

If we delay further, our side will be entangled by the enemy, making retreat difficult.

In war, one must play to strengths and avoid weaknesses—never act on anger.

"The Biejia immortals and demons have long lain in ambush here; it seems Zhao Shuo is merely bait. Their target cannot possibly be..." Ling Jinbao unconsciously glanced toward the Dragon Pit.

It's not that I look down on He Yue, but dealing with the Crown Prince of Shen State doesn't require so many immortals and demons.

The enemy has lain in wait here, plotting something great. Zhao Shuo sent assassins against the Shen State crown prince months ago. If Biejia began plotting then, this is truly a tremendous conspiracy.

At the very least, the enemy must have anticipated the Earth Mother's appearance!

No wonder I've felt that since the Earth Mother arrived at the Dragon Pit, strange mishaps keep occurring.

When things go awry, there must be something uncanny.

A blue shadow flashed through the air, and Ling Jinbao instantly heard the voice of the Immortal Mingke:

"Return quickly! The Earth Mother's plains have been infiltrated by dozens of immortals and demons, and the Earth Mother is out of contact."

Ling Jinbao was greatly alarmed.

Dozens of immortals and demons infiltrated the Earth Mother's plains?

He also urgently sent a voice reply: "I and the Shen State Crown Prince have been ambushed; Zhao Shuo has received aid from over ten Biejia immortals and demons!"

This is indeed a case of luring the tiger away from the mountain.

The enemy deliberately used Zhao Shuo to draw out the garrison of the Earth Mother's plains, then stationed over ten immortals and demons and Biejia's elite here—to detain them and disperse the Earth Mother's plains' defenses.

Yang Sheng's army has already left the Dragon Pit some distance behind; rushing back immediately is no easy task.

These nine hundred troops outside are merely a strong force, but on the Earth Mother's plains, with the Earth Mother's power cooperating, they can pose formidable resistance to the enemy.

To deal with these nine hundred plains guards, the enemy can deploy over ten immortals and demons—Ling Jinbao dare not imagine how many strong foes will attack the Earth Mother's plains and the Coiled Dragon Secret Realm!

He also knows that the Immortal Mingke previously could not contact the Nine Abysses Great Emperor, so now is the weakest moment for the defenses of the Earth Mother's plains and the Coiled Dragon Secret Realm; Yang Sheng's army must return swiftly and must not suffer losses outside!

Seeing over ten immortals and demons charging toward our side, with their divine abilities and artifacts already primed, Ling Jinbao slapped his horse's flank, leapt to the ground, and said: "Return to the plains—I will hold the rear!"

"Immortal Ling!" Yang Sheng started, about to reach out and pull him back, but Ling Jinbao had already drawn a palm-leaf fan from his bosom and fiercely fanned the black-armored troops seven or eight times, whereupon several gusts of wind sprang up in the air, each stronger than the last, pushing from behind to front, driving the army forward in a fierce charge!

What a strong push from behind!

Pushed by this wind, Yang Sheng's army sped up by at least thirty percent, instantly throwing off the pursuers. Only Ling Jinbao's words lingered in his ears: "Don't worry, I'll follow shortly!"

This gust of wind assisting them can last at least fifty breaths.

But Ling Jinbao's fan now has seven or eight notches and is about to break.

This treasure is called the "Wind-Capturing Fan"—it can capture wind, send wind, and has many wondrous uses. But now, he does not hesitate to damage this artifact to send his comrades on their way.

Aching, he knows he will suffer great loss today.

Ling Jinbao again took out the gourd from his bosom, shook it, and sighed:

"I knew there was trouble at the Dragon Pit west—sure enough, red bean sticky cake isn't that tasty."

Then he poured all the wine from the gourd into his mouth, not a drop left, and shook the gourd twice.

He turned his face, blew hard at the approaching immortals and demons, sprayed a mist of wine, then fanned hard with the fan several times, turning the wine mist into one thick white fog after another; within two or three breaths, it filled the entire forest, concealing his figure.

Yang Sheng and He Yue's armies, moreover, had lost their bearings.

The immortals and demons tried several wind-summoning spells, but could not disperse the fog here.

This fog cannot be seen through even by fiery eyes and golden pupils.

Having come to this point, the Wind-Capturing Fan is completely broken. Ling Jinbao threw away the fan and again drew a snail shell from his bosom, throwing it to the ground:

"Big, big, big, big!"

This snail shell is fist-sized, absolutely the largest snail shell an ordinary person could see, but Ling Jinbao still wanted it to be bigger.

It obeyed, instantly taking over the area where the fog was, and forcibly transformed the forest into a mountain peak.

With pits and ridges, gullies and peaks, and even a giant mountain cave, the terrain emphasizes ruggedness, yet is lush and verdant, seamlessly connecting with the original forest.

If the fog were dispelled and viewed from above, this mountain would be a countless-times-enlarged snail shell, broad end down, pointed tip up.

Ling Jinbao's face was full of regret, for this is the cave dwelling he had painstakingly prepared for himself over many years, now to be used against the enemy.

This "Snail Dao Field" is one of the treasures He Lingchuan brought out from the Ghost King's Earth Palace; it is a small cave heaven, restored by a master and gifted to Ling Jinbao.

Ling Jinbao refined it for three years, pouring in great effort.

But relying solely on this small cave heaven and the fog cannot resist the enemy's over ten immortals and demons. So Ling Jinbao again removed his beloved wine gourd, murmuring: "Help me resist the enemy, and I will return your freedom!"

Having spoken, he bit his forefinger, smeared blood on the gourd's mouth, then inverted the gourd and shook it downward.

The wine in the gourd had been used up; this time, several strands of blue qi poured out, floating in midair and taking shape, revealing the faces of dozens of monsters.

This is the gourd passed down through generations of his sect for capturing monsters—normally, Ling Jinbao merely uses it to hold wine.

Of course, he also captures monsters.

These monsters merely sent forth a bit of soul, drifting in midair, shaking their heads at him with mocking expressions.

They have been trapped in the gourd for years without seeing daylight; merely regaining freedom is not enough to quell their hatred.

Moreover, without the blood and flesh of the gourd's owner, they cannot restore their full strength.

This is the rule of the monster gourd—to prevent them from fleeing privately.

Ling Jinbao listened, and cursed the sect's Laozu Sect in his heart. What kind of dead-brained idea could come up with such a setting?

But there was no choice; he still had to rely on these monsters to fend off enemies.

"How about hair?" Hair is the remainder of blood, and it is also part of his body.