The warriors of Rock-Piercing Stockade had already been wary of these Wizards, afraid they would stir up trouble while the Tribal Stockade was weak.
Now both sides were suspicious of each other. Even the smallest spark could have set them off.
And Tang Changsheng had struck hard, killing three Wizards in succession. Rock-Piercing Stockade could no longer explain its way out of this, and a clash with the Wizards soon erupted.
On one side stood more than forty Wizards versed in all manner of Witchcraft. On the other stood the sturdy warriors of Rock-Piercing Stockade.
The Wizards at the front suffered badly under the warriors' powerful bows and crossbows, losing more than a dozen men. But once the Wizards, their eyes red with slaughter, unleashed their Witchcraft, the tide turned at once.
None of these Wizards possessed much Dharma Power, but each had vicious, uncanny methods. Commanding Ghost Creatures and savage souls was child's play to them. Releasing Poisonous Qi that killed dozens in one breath was hardly remarkable either.
Before long, the Wizards gained the upper hand. The warriors of Rock-Piercing Stockade could only fight them back step by step through the passages between the caves.
One Wizard charged into a cave filled entirely with the old and the weak. With a savage grin, he opened his mouth and breathed out a cloud of black vapor. It became a ghostly face that swiftly engulfed hundreds of elderly people, women, and children.
When the black vapor re-formed into a ghostly face and the Wizard swallowed it back down, all three or four hundred people in the cave had turned black in the face and died of poison.
The Wizard bared his teeth in a grin and strode away. Not long afterward, a squad of Rock-Piercing Stockade warriors passed through. At