It was night. Torches covered the Mountain and fields, and beneath them stood the warriors of Hongdong Stockade, closing in from every side.
The warriors of Eastqu Stockade had retreated again and again. Now they could only defend their stockade.
Eastqu Stockade stood halfway up a Mountain and was easy to defend, hard to attack. It might not be a pass where one man could hold off ten thousand, but any attacker would still pay dearly.
Unfortunately, Hongdong Stockade had learned some strange Witchcraft from who knew where. They drove corpses impervious to blades and spears ahead of them as a vanguard against Eastqu Stockade.
Ordinary warriors stood no chance against these Zombies. Blades and spears could not pierce them, and they feared neither injury nor death. Their bodies were poisonous, too; anyone they scratched or bit often became a Zombie as well.
In short, they were a terrible nuisance. Without them, Eastqu Stockade would never have been driven back so quickly.
Even in such desperate straits, the Wizard gritted his teeth and said, "Eastqu Stockade will never surrender..."
As if answering him, fervent drumming rose from within the stockade, along with flickering firelight and shrill cries.
The elderly, women, and children who could not fight were dancing in worship around the Totem Pillar. They slaughtered livestock one after another, making offerings to the Ancestral Spirit.
"Ah..." A cry came, half laughter and half scream. Someone had cut his own throat before the Totem Pillar, offering his life and soul to the Ancestral Spirit.
At that moment, in the Netherworld, the Ancestral Spirit likewise faced an assault by countless Wild Ghosts and Essence Souls.
Having devoured five or six Ancestral Spirits, the Eastqu Ancestral Spirit had grown immensely powerful. Its spiritual radiance burned like a raging fire around the entire