"Everyone, heed my command! Ahead lies the camp the Incense Accumulation Sect established here. Wipe it out, and you will be richly rewarded!"
"All wealth, magic treasures, and cultivation resources will belong to whoever slays their owners! Anyone who shrinks from battle, retreats without orders, or incites mutiny will be executed without mercy!"
"Everyone, foundation establishment and core formation await you, with boundless prospects beyond! Your chance to change your fate is today! Charge!"
"Charge into battle today, reign supreme as patriarchs tomorrow!"
On a high slope before the valley, the Demonic Path cultivators from the Netherworld Sect were making their final rallying speeches.
They had selected several silver-tongued speakers to trumpet the rewards awaiting the Demonic Path experts after victory. Those experts were no fledglings fresh out of the nest and merely listened for what it was worth. Still, the Netherworld Sect had always been generous and rewarded merit handsomely, so they could not help feeling a little anticipation.
For them, a battle like this truly could be called a chance to change their fate.
But more often than not, behind the saying that a general's triumph rested on ten thousand withered bones, most people ended up as those bones in the background.
Since their target was neither a fortified stronghold nor protected by a proper Mountain-Guarding Grand Array, they chose to attack directly in one surging rush, relying on their plentiful troops, numerous commanders, and prowess in battle.
At once, the cultivators all tilted back their heads and swallowed pills, downing various secret medicines and spirit wine.
Those with sufficient funds slapped talismans onto themselves, then charged forward wreathed in multicolored enhancements and a jumble of auras.
Some went even further, donning multiple layers of Daoist robes and treasure artifacts.
They no longer cared about style or value