A group of human cultivators was locked in combat with Undead converging from every direction, only a few dozen li from Xunfeng Valley.
The fighting was fierce. Although the Undead surrounding them were still limited in number, every one was a powerful Hundred-Eyed Monster, each with different Divine Abilities. More importantly, they were brimming with fighting spirit and never retreated, nothing like the scattered heaps of bones encountered along the way.
The battlefield covered a considerable area. Dai Xun hovered in the center, coordinating both flanks. Mm, they could still hold out.
His aim was to draw the fighting toward Xunfeng Valley as much as possible, clearing the way for the Daoist Sect's true main force and creating chaos. The chaos had begun, but it was still far short of what he had anticipated: not close enough, and not brutal enough.
Only by killing these Undead ruthlessly enough could they force those hiding elsewhere to burrow out of the ground, clearing obstacles for the forces coming behind them.
He shouted encouragement. "Keep at it, everyone! The precious ore deposits aren't far away. The Undead won't come out in force, for fear of leaving Xunfeng Valley exposed!"
The lure of profit and analysis of the battlefield-neither could be neglected. Otherwise, heaven knew whether these Rogue Cultivators might suddenly scatter and flee.
He had brought some of these people out from the Tea-Horse Road and used his glib tongue to persuade others along the way. Joining in twos and threes, they had gathered into a group of thirty or so, somewhat more smoothly than he had imagined.
He cared nothing for whether these people lived or died, only whether the mission could be accomplished. Since they made their living in the Binxu Desert, everyone understood what that entailed.
He also had several