"Impudent fiends, behold my Corpse Plague Baleful Fiend!"
On the beach at the Divine Incense Gate, a horde of hideous aquatic demons and ghosts ran rampant. The disciples struggled desperately to hold them back, their lives hanging by a thread.
Gate Master Shu Changsheng finally arrived. As he flew through the air, the Corpse Plague Daoist behind him, resembling a monstrous shadow, struck out repeatedly with his palms, spreading poisonous miasma like black smoke in every direction.
This was the Corpse Plague Baleful Fiend he had devised from the teachings Li Ling had imparted. The demons and ghosts that touched it immediately melted like ice and snow beneath the sun.
Some let out piercing screams and recoiled as swiftly as if they had touched a branding iron.
He tore through them like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, none able to withstand a single exchange. The demons and ghosts, which had already occupied almost half their defensive positions, were routed, abandoning their helmets and armor.
The disciples cheered. Thunderclap Lightning Fire, Divine Fire Crows, and other magical artifacts unleashed a barrage, driving the invaders back in one push.
"Gate Master, thank goodness you returned in time. Otherwise, we would truly have been in danger."
"Indeed! Who knows what madness possessed the Mirage Tower's subordinates? They actually attacked us!"
Once the battle subsided, everyone gathered around him, their faces full of joy as they spoke excitedly.
Shu Changsheng showed no sign of happiness. Instead, his expression grew grave. "They weren't acting out of madness. They came specifically to probe us."
"What?" Those around him were shocked. "A mere newly risen demon king actually dares provoke us!"
"Even the Blood Shark King died at the Old Ancestor's hands. Has fish oil clogged the Mirage Tower's heart? Does he have a