Chapter 67

“Annihilate all the demon barbarians?”

Song Ce stared in stunned disbelief.

Nearly four hundred demon barbarians, while we number barely twenty—such a vast disparity means each of us must fight twenty foes. Even with Master Lingxiao’s great array shielding us, this is an audacious plan.

Wei Chaochun smiled proudly, “At first, we were all terrified by the Marquis Wenguan’s idea. But after witnessing Master Lingxiao’s array techniques and the Marquis’s strength, we all agreed.”

The moment he finished speaking,

a sharp blade qi erupted from the array, slicing through dozens of zhang with unstoppable force, forcing the thick fog to scatter in an instant.

Dozens of demon barbarians screamed without even time to react, cut clean in half.

Lu Fang stood imposingly, his chopping stance frozen, the spectral shadow of Guan Yun Chang behind him solid as a divine figure.

In a few breaths,

the thick fog closed in again.

Shui Yao transformed into a mass of black mist and darted toward the direction where the whip cracks echoed.

Wei Chaochun eagerly said, “Let’s go! We’ll enter the array, get you to safety, and I’ll kill a few demon barbarians too.”

Song Ce nodded, letting Wei Chaochun pull him into the array, his face filled with worry—he believed this plan to annihilate all demon barbarians was overreaching arrogance from the Marquis Wenguan.

Remember, the Golden-Haired Demon Monkey among the demon clan had also gained an ancient divine art within the Xuan Guang Qi Bubble Barrier.

Even if the Marquis Wenguan were mighty, who among the humans could stand against Chi Jue or the White-Eyed Tiger if he were pinned down by the Golden-Haired Demon Monkey?

Inside the thick fog, chaos reigned—metallic clangs rang in every demon barbarian’s ears; Chi Jue and the White-Eyed Tiger’s commands were utterly drowned out.

Added to this were the sudden attacks by Xue Luo Sha, Pei Kuang, Wang Teng, Shui Yao, and others—the demon barbarians’ screams never ceased.

Compared to the demon barbarians, who could neither hear nor see, the humans, though blind, could all hear Master Lingxiao’s voice guiding them through the “Wangwu Array.”

With this advantage, even though the demon barbarians outnumbered them, they were at absolute disadvantage from the first clash.

In less than an incense stick’s time, the demon barbarians lost a third of their forces.

Crack!

A jet-black whip, lashed with force, struck the White-Eyed Tiger’s arm, making it gnash its teeth in pain, its eyes blazing with fury. It roared, revealing its monstrous form—dozens of zhang long—and charged at Xue Luo Sha like a storm.

Qing! The Yingyue Sword split into a hundred blades of light, shielding Xue Luo Sha’s retreat.

The White-Eyed Tiger dodged thrice, then swatted the Yingyue Sword away with one claw, opened its bloody maw, and sucked in hard—the surrounding fog poured into its belly.

Around it, the fog vanished briefly.

Seeing this, the demon barbarians surged forward, jostling to reach the White-Eyed Tiger.

Chi Jue seized the chance to smash Pei Kuang away with a punch, but as he stepped forward to pursue, his brow furrowed—he sensed overwhelming pressure and swiftly retreated.

“Green Dragon Reclining Blade Slash!”

Lu Fang unleashed his five-soul’s full might, swinging his blade toward the clustered demon barbarians.

The White-Eyed Tiger and Chi Jue both flew sideways, but the dozens of demon barbarians who had just gathered had no time to react—they were cut down by the blade qi.

The remaining dozens, still trembling from the slaughter, saw a hundred blades of light streaking toward them.

Several more demon barbarians died.

The survivors, barely catching their breath, felt the terrifying pressure return—and instantly, the blade light slashed down, annihilating every demon barbarian who had gathered.

The demon barbarians suffered heavy losses; some lost all will to fight, turning to flee into the fog—but to their despair, as they reached the array’s edge, illusions appeared before them, forcing them to circle endlessly.

Seeing this, the White-Eyed Tiger let out a deafening roar: “Golden-Haired Demon Monkey! Why are you still holding back?!”

Almost the moment the words left its mouth,

a streak of golden light shot into the eastern side of the “Wangwu Array.”

Within a dozen breaths, the fog rapidly thinned—Master Lingxiao, who controlled the array, spat blood from his lips, blood gushing from his chest.

The Golden-Haired Demon Monkey descended from a distant mountaintop, landing steadily before the demon barbarian ranks, sighing, “If I’d waited a moment longer, I could’ve killed this Daoist with certainty. What a pity!”

“It’s over!” Song Ce, standing just behind Master Lingxiao, trembled in terror—the array was broken, and Master Lingxiao was wounded.

Looking around, the ground was littered with demon barbarian corpses, blood turning the earth into a muddy sludge, and numerous unclaimed qi-destinies floated in the air, large and small.

Song Ce quickly counted the numbers: about a hundred demon barbarians remained; our side had five or six wounded.

Undoubtedly, we had won a great victory—but without the array’s protection, none of us would escape alive.

The Golden-Haired Demon Monkey glanced at the wounded humans, then smirked at Lu Fang: “No wonder you’re the Marquis Wenguan who gained an ancient divine art—your combat power frightened me.”

“Too bad! Without the array’s protection, you’re doomed to die here.”

“I truly feel sorry for you. How about this—you ignore these humans’ fates, and I’ll let you go. What do you say?”

The Golden-Haired Demon Monkey’s voice was seductive, its smile growing wider.

All the demon barbarians frowned, puzzled—why would they let Lu Fang go after he’d slaughtered so many of them?

Lu Fang sneered, “You’d let me go?”

The Golden-Haired Demon Monkey nodded firmly, “Why would I lie?”

Song Ce couldn’t hold back anymore: “Marquis Wenguan! You proposed this plan—you can’t just run off! You’ve gained an ancient divine art; your strength must be immense. You must stay behind to cover our retreat!”

Master Lingxiao coughed twice, expressionless: “If the Marquis Wenguan can hold them off for a moment, I can evacuate everyone.”

At these words, all eyes turned to Lu Fang—if he agreed to stay behind, he would surely die against the demon barbarians—but the rest could escape.

“You go first!”

Lu Fang didn’t hesitate.

Master Lingxiao nodded, swallowed an elixir, and activated his primordial qi to summon a Bagua flag as large as a house: “Get on!”

He Zixuan frowned deeply, his feet rooted to the ground, motionless: “I’m not leaving.”

Xue Luo Sha cracked her whip: “Neither am I.”

Tao Yidie sighed heavily: “If I leave now, I’ll be haunted by nightmares for life.”

Wang Teng pounded his chest, bold and resolute: “If my head falls, it’s just a scar the size of a bowl—let’s fight them!”

Pei Kuang suggested: “How about this—those without combat ability, or those who want to leave, go first. The rest of us will stay behind with the Marquis Wenguan.”

The six wounded exchanged glances, whispered among themselves—Wei Chaochun, clutching his dangling arm, said:

“If we were afraid of death, we wouldn’t have boarded the Clan Destiny Whale. We can still fight—we’re just not as strong as before.”