A vast, seething mass of ghosts and monsters followed Wang Quan like a tide, engulfing everything.
After wiping out dozens of waves of straggling New-Method Cultivators, the ghostly host finally caught up with the defectors.
These New-Method Cultivators were likewise a seething multitude, stretching beyond sight.
Their methods were limited, and few could ride clouds and mist, so they could only run across the land.
The few who could ride clouds and mist circled overhead, scouting their surroundings.
When they saw the black tide of ghosts and monsters sweeping toward them under Wang Quan's command, they immediately grew frantic.
Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!
Someone sounded a horn and beat a war drum.
Horns blared in waves, and war drums thundered.
Black Hand and the other evil beings looked toward the sounding horns. When they saw the seething mass of ghosts and monsters sweeping toward them, their expressions changed drastically.
"Damn it, why are there so many ghosts and monsters?"
"What are they trying to do?"
There were many Golden Core Ancestors among the defecting New-Method ranks.
Although these Golden Core Ancestors were no match for Foundation Establishment cultivators among the Orthodox Cultivators, much less Dao Seal Cultivators,
they were still ancestor-level powerhouses within the New Method.
As powerhouses, they had ambitions.
They were scattered throughout the ranks, using the Foundation Establishment Ancestors as the sinews and bones linking together the many Qi Refining Realm New-Method Cultivators.
Now, faced with the black tide of ghosts and monsters sweeping toward them, they were alarmed, but forced themselves to remain calm as they ordered everyone to defend their positions and prepare for battle.
At the same time, they contacted the evil being Black Hand.
Among the many Golden Core Ancestors was a cultivator known as White-Haired Ancestor.
This White-Haired Ancestor had originally had a