Driving Back the Enemy

The entire battlefield was cowed by Nan Lao alone.

Four overwhelming attacks crashed down, drawing the gazes of countless elders, deacons, and disciples from both valleys. Then, like stunned geese, they froze in place, not daring to move a muscle.

Tang Huo'er's heart shook. Xiao Yan was dazed. The Ice River Valley Master flew into a furious rage, his face twisted with murderous intent, while the Burning Flame Valley Master threw back his head and laughed before charging at him.

The other black-robed venerable, Lin Lao, stood with one hand behind his back and stroked his graying beard with the other. Smiling, he asked Star Plucking Old Ghost, "What do you think of the venerables of my Ancient Clan?"

Amid the raging astral winds high in the sky, Star Plucking Old Ghost lowered his head and looked at the battlefield below, littered with corpses. His eyelids twitched violently. He did not care about those people's lives; they were all from Ice River Valley. What did their deaths have to do with the Hall of Dead Souls?

But now that Ice River Valley had lost so many people, they would likely find it difficult to capture Burning Flame Valley...

Unable to complete the task assigned by the Vice Hall Master, Star Plucking Old Ghost felt as though a mountain weighed upon his heart, leaving him so burdened he could barely breathe. How was he supposed to return and report back?

The Vice Hall Master, whose cultivation had reached Dou Sheng and whose position within the Hall of Dead Souls was second only to one and above all others, was no easy person to deceive!

"Fuck, that's so ferocious it barely seems human!"

In midair above the battlefield, I let out a long breath of stale air. My wariness toward