Across the entire stretch of sea, the wandering souls floating above the water and the corpses bobbing among the waves all came alive at that moment and turned toward the Thin Daoist.
That included the dozen or so Third Realm Crocodile Demons that had just been killed.
The Thin Daoist waved his Banner Flag and pointed toward Red Rosy Cloud Island. The gray mist that blotted out the sky surged toward the island, thick and low like storm clouds before a midsummer downpour.
All the wandering souls, corpses, and Star-Plucking Hall cultivators formed a vast army concealed within the dark clouds, their auras merging with the clouds as they surged toward Red Rosy Cloud Island.
Meanwhile, as the dark clouds advanced, they continued absorbing the abundant blood energy on the battlefield, growing ever larger and spreading farther. By the time they approached Red Rosy Cloud Island, they actually surpassed Red Cloudglow in grandeur.
Second Aunt Red, likewise trapped within the dark clouds, underwent a drastic change of expression. Once thousands of Crocodile Demons had died and been turned to the Thin Daoist's use, the battle had become one-sided. Even her Dharma Form chasing down and beating the Sea God Dharma Form was no use anymore. And at this very moment, that damned scrawny reed was bringing more than a dozen Golden Core Yin Clan members to surround her.
This was the most loathsome thing about fighting the Three Corpses Cult: the longer you fought, the more people they had!
And today, Golden Crocodile's entire force being wiped out was something she had never anticipated. Just what were those Crimson Blood Vines and Golden Gu Insects?
"Fall back to the island and hold!"
Second Aunt Red shouted, driving her Chiwen Dharma Form back toward the island. Flying ahead of the dark