The ghosts and monsters of Black Wind Ridge rode on that patch of black earth, cutting down tree trunks and pulling fur off their companions to serve as banners.
Then they followed Wang Quan, continuing to pursue the fleeing New-Method Cultivators.
After traveling tens of thousands of miles like this, they saw flames shooting into the sky ahead, with black smoke billowing.
Some ghosts and monsters charged over with banners on their shoulders to scout the area.
Soon, they discovered some surviving ghosts and monsters.
These fellows were missing arms and legs, looking utterly wretched.
At the sight of Wang Quan, they gritted their teeth.
But they had vaguely heard Wang Quan's name and knew this Flower-Scatter Daoist was not someone to provoke, so they dared not roar at him.
Wang Quan asked, "Have you seen some people passing through?"
One monster gritted his teeth and said, "A group of people just came roaring through, surrounding some pitch-black monsters."
"They ate ghosts and slaughtered monsters, vicious beyond measure. They don't deserve to be human at all."
"What do you want with them?"
Rather than answer directly, Wang Quan said casually, "Anyone who wants to avenge their grievances, come with me."
Seeing that some ghosts and monsters were already following him, this group gritted their teeth and agreed.
The ghosts and monsters on the black earth lowered ropes, hauled up those missing arms and legs, then followed Wang Quan in pursuit of the New-Method Cultivators.
On and on they traveled:
As they hurried along, they encountered more and more surviving ghosts and monsters.
When these ghosts and monsters learned that Wang Quan intended to hunt down that group of New-Method Cultivators, they immediately joined the procession.
A hundred thousand ghosts and monsters...
A million ghosts and monsters...
Ten million ghosts and