At a thought from Su Che, four paper horses transformed into fine steeds with black manes and fully fitted saddles. He led Lu Bai and the other two onto their backs, and they hurried toward Shanyin County Town.
It was nearly late autumn. Riding into the sharp autumn wind brought a sudden sense that all things were withering.
The hill where Su Che had built his altar was not far from Shanyin County Town. After a short gallop, they could see routed soldiers fleeing toward them.
Under Yuchen's direction, Shanyin County had become the rebel army's center, so a large force had naturally been stationed there. Now those troops were the first cannon fodder to face Su Che's formation.
Even setting aside the spectacle of his clash with Yuchen, there was the situation now. Without Su Che to maintain it, the formation was collapsing on its own.
All formations in this world worked that way. Though they drew on the mighty forces of heaven and earth, the power that set everything in motion came from a cultivator. Formations that could run without a cultivator as their source of power had another name.
Divine Prohibitions.
In Shanyin County, the countless ghosts Su Che had conjured were now half out of control. They had lost their master and their enemy. But they were only illusions Su Che had fashioned, with no sense of self. They simply followed their most basic instructions, going through the motions.
Even so, they spelled trouble for the rebel soldiers, most of whom were still ordinary people. The army did have a few capable members from the Great River Alliance, however. With those cultivators leading them, breaking through the ring of unattended ghosts was not difficult.
Thus, on his way into town, Su Che had the privilege of