Inside the military tent, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
Thinking of how those demons were invulnerable to swords and spears, and how their soldiers fell in droves when they used their magic, they realized that the demons were invincible.
In that case, there's absolutely no way to fight.
Although they have gathered the forces of both countries and seem to have a very strong military, their defeat is only a matter of moments.
The reason they have been able to hold out until now is because of the obstruction by the City God gods and underworld officials along the way.
However, even now, these City God and underworld officials are no longer able to stop it.
"Master."
After a moment of silence inside the military tent, someone finally turned their gaze to the Daoist priest whose clothes were somewhat tattered.
The two Daoist priests, one old and one young, sat calmly to the side.
Hearing the commander's shout from inside the tent, he couldn't help but raise his head and bow to the other party.
"General."
The commander nodded slightly, then looked at the old and young Daoist priests in front of him with a hopeful expression.
"Both of you are highly skilled individuals with Divine Ability. I wonder if you are capable of dealing with these demons?"
These words immediately drew the attention of everyone nearby.
At this moment, all the soldiers' eyes were focused on the old man and the young man in front of them, and the hope in their eyes was easily seen.
Upon seeing this, the old Daoist priest in the lead gave a wry smile; he had naturally noticed the hopeful look in everyone's eyes.
Seeing this scene before him, he sighed inwardly.
"Gentlemen."
"My apprentice and I are not worthy of the title of 'masters,' we have merely learned a few minor magical Law Technique by chance."
"If it were just dealing with some ordinary little demons, that wouldn't be a problem. But now there are Devil Cultivator among them, and not only are their cultivation levels extremely high, but their numbers are also enormous. How could my meager cultivation possibly possibly defeat them?"
The old Daoist priest had a bitter smile on his face, his expression one of utter helplessness.
To be honest, he came here because he had a little bit of Law Technique, and he was also found.
Remembering what the ancient book said, he followed the army to this place.
During that time, he did manage to slay some demons using the skills he had learned.
As a result, the old man and the young man were highly respected in the military.
After all, they are the only ones in the current army who possess such demon-slaying power.
However, that's all he can do.
It's completely impossible to kill more demons or turn the tide of battle.
He had never encountered or killed any of those demons who possessed profound magical powers.
Not to mention that there was Devil Cultivator among them.
He didn't know about Devil Cultivator at first; he only learned about them after the demon talked too much.
Hearing that all those demons were under the rule of that Devil Cultivator and were at his beck and call, he felt extremely uneasy.
Because based on this information, one can fully understand the terrifying extent of this Devil Cultivator.
Upon hearing these words, the last glimmer of hope that had been ignited in the soldiers' hearts was extinguished.
Is there really no other way?
"Even the Daoist priest doesn't know where that immortal is?"
Previously, some soldiers even regarded these two as immortals.
After the Daoist priest explained in detail, the soldiers had no choice but to believe that these two were indeed not immortals.
Upon hearing this, the old Daoist priest gave a wry smile. "The meager skills I possess are merely acquired by chance, not taught by any immortal."
How can we find out where that immortal is?
After the old Daoist priest explained in detail, seeing the growing disappointment of the crowd, he was at a loss for what to do.
After all, he couldn't just lie to the other party about something like this.
Therefore, he had no choice but to tell the other party the truth.
At this moment, the soldiers felt increasingly disappointed, but they didn't show any displeasure towards the two men.
After all, the fact that these two were able to come here and fight the demon meant they were already in a dangerous situation.
"In that case, are we just waiting to die?"
The soldiers looked somber as they recounted this.
They all knew that without the intervention of an immortal, they would not be able to win this battle.
I was originally curious to see if the old Daoist priest had any other skills.
If there are other fellow disciples, that's fine too.
If this old Daoist has many fellow disciples, then the role he plays will naturally be significant.
But all these ideas came to nothing at this point.
The soldiers in this military tent all knew the current situation.
However, the situation was kept secret from the soldiers outside, as it would be too late if all the soldiers knew about it.
This could potentially cause a mutiny.
Some soldiers naturally had the desire to protect their country, but inevitably some were afraid of death.
Inside the military tent, the group chatted for a long time.
In the end, they couldn't come up with a solution, and it wasn't until late at night that everyone reluctantly dispersed to rest.
The young Daoist disciple, following beside his master, soon returned to the tent.
Compared to the soldiers, the two Daoist priests were treated quite well.
"Master."
As soon as he returned to the tent, the young Daoist priest beside him immediately spoke up.
"Those ancient demons, some thousands of years old, are all among the enemy forces, and there are quite a few of them. Among those ancient demons are also those mysterious and unpredictable Devil Cultivator."
"We've never witnessed this Devil Cultivator's strength before, but it's certainly not to be underestimated."
"Under these circumstances, we have absolutely no chance of winning. Why did Master come here? Although we were found by that soldier, with Master's abilities, escaping would be as easy as turning his hand."
Why bother coming here?
The young Daoist stopped speaking at the end, but did not continue.
But the meaning behind those words was quite clear.
That means coming here is a dead end, so why seek death?
With Master's abilities, he could find a secluded spot in the deep mountains and forests to hide, and even if he encountered some ordinary demons, he could still save his life.
Once you get here, with so many demons around, you're doomed if you run into them.
Moreover, there is absolutely no chance of winning; in the end, it will still be death.
The old Daoist priest was already sitting to the side, picked up a pot of tea and poured himself a cup. Hearing this, he paused slightly, then put his hand down and sighed softly.
"That was my original plan, but do you know what the first sentence of that anonymous booklet is?"
"An anonymous pamphlet?"
Upon hearing this, the young Daoist was taken aback for a moment, then his expression became slightly solemn.
He naturally knew about this booklet, because all the skills his master had learned were contained within it.
If it weren't for this booklet, my master would never have possessed such skills.
Please give me your instructions, Master.
The young Daoist had never seen this booklet, nor had his master ever shown it to him, so naturally he was unaware of it.
He had tried to borrow it to take a look several times before.
Unfortunately, his master wouldn't give it to him at all, and wouldn't even mention a word about its contents.
Now that the content of that story had been brought up, he immediately perked up.
Perhaps, his own master is now going to teach him these things.
That makes sense, given the current situation; it's quite possible that both of them will perish here.
At this point, there seemed to be no need to hide anything anymore.
Unfortunately, the material in this booklet isn't easy to learn, and it's probably too late to start studying it now.
"The first sentence in it is: 'Those who learn my Daoist methods, having entered the Daoist Sect Daoist Sect, must uphold justice and protect my righteous path.'"
The old Daoist priest slowly recited one of the lines, then sighed deeply.
"Back then, I was only in my early twenties, and when I first heard these words, I was deeply shaken, feeling that we should all follow this path."
"After that, I diligently practiced the demon-slaying techniques, and whenever I traveled far and wide, I would slay any demons I encountered."
"Even now, I have never gone against this promise."
"I have lived my whole life this way. If I were to desert now, wouldn't that betray my Dao Heart?"
At this point, the old Daoist shook his head with a sigh, then looked at his disciple.
"As for you, you joined my sect too early, and now you've gotten involved in this mess. If you're afraid, then I'll send you out of this military camp. You should run for your life as soon as possible."
The old Daoist felt that his apprentice hadn't learned much skill yet.
It seems somewhat inappropriate for them to simply stay by my side and die here, clinging to their own stubborn beliefs.
Therefore, he also gave his apprentice this choice today.
Whether they want to escape or stay is up to the other party.
Inside the military tent, anyone who dared to flee for their life would be executed without mercy.
Accomplices are no exception.
However, the old Daoist priest was not afraid; he was somewhat different.
After all, he had killed some demons here, and his own disciple was still just a child.
No matter how strict military law is, it should not allow a child to die while serving in the army.
Therefore, the old Daoist priest was certain that he would not be punished if he escorted the other party out.
The boy was taken aback by these words, probably not expecting his master to say such a thing.
I never expected that the first sentence in that booklet would be such a statement.
However, after only a moment of stunned silence, the boy immediately knelt down and bowed in submission.
"Master, what are you saying? It was three years ago that my parents died of illness, leaving us with nothing. It was thanks to you, Master, that we were able to pay for their burial."
"After that, you gave me something to eat. If it weren't for you, Master, I wouldn't be alive today."
"To your disciple, your master is like a father. How could your disciple flee for his life while your master is fighting? To do such a thing would make you worse than a beast!"
"Moreover, I also find the words in this booklet to be very reasonable. If Master had not practiced this way, how could I have survived?"
The boy's words were sincere and heartfelt.
And that's exactly what he thought.
Having received great kindness from his master and subsequently relying on each other for survival, he naturally could not abandon his master and flee for his life.
The old Daoist priest was overjoyed upon hearing this.
Having such a disciple makes this life worthwhile.
"Hmm, you've been eyeing this booklet for a long time. Why don't you take a look? I wonder how much longer we, master and disciple, will live."
At this point, the old Daoist priest couldn't help but sigh.
His expression was somewhat somber.
The demons were ferocious, and he couldn't find any way to repel them.
The old Daoist priest handed the booklet to his disciple.
The joy that the young Daoist should have felt upon receiving the booklet vanished at this moment.
If he could, he would rather not read this booklet.
The reason I received this booklet now is entirely because a great calamity is imminent.
The young Daoist picked up the booklet, carefully opened it, and saw the very first sentence his master had just spoken.
His gaze swept over the words, and he couldn't help but reach out and stroke the sentence for a moment before turning to the next page.
The next day, as dawn broke.
The young Daoist was still engrossed in the booklet in front of him.
He was looking at the booklet in the hope that he could learn some skills as soon as possible, or at least skills that could save his life.
And just like that, a whole night passed by.
While he was still intently studying the booklet in front of him, learning the methods of exorcising demons contained within,
Outside the military camp, suddenly the sound of drums rang out, followed by the galloping of fine horses.
Accompanying this were shouts of "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! All troops prepare for battle!"
"All troops prepare for war!"
With a series of roars, all the soldiers in the camp immediately jumped to their feet and instinctively reached for the long swords beside them.
The cold blade providing a slight sense of security offered a welcome reassurance.
The soldiers quickly donned their armor and, under the command of their squad leader, began to assemble rapidly.
A moment later, the army had arrived at the city wall, their eyes fixed on the dark mass of enemy troops in the distance.
Within the enemy ranks, there seemed to be swirling black mist, accompanied by the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
Upon witnessing this scene, all the soldiers felt a chill run down their spines.
After checking themselves and confirming that their swords had been coated with cinnabar, they felt somewhat relieved.
This is what the Daoist priest said earlier.
Applying cinnabar to swords and blades can cause harm to demons.
If it's a demon with lower cultivation, it's not impossible to kill it.
However, it has no effect on demons with high levels of cultivation.
At this time, the old Daoist priest and the boy also arrived at the city wall.
Seeing this awe-inspiring scene in the distance, the old Daoist priest couldn't help but take a deep breath, his expression solemn.
Such power suggests the presence of a powerful demon or even Devil Race behind it.
If that's the case, then the enemy must be planning to take this city today?
"It seems today is the decisive battle."
At this moment, both commanders also went up to the city wall, looking at the demons and soldiers in the distance with grim faces.
They are no longer as ignorant of demons as they once were.
These demons never test anything; when they attack, they go all out.
Therefore, the cities along the way were destroyed one by one in such a rapid manner.
And now, we have arrived at this place of the Shang Dynasty.
"Waaaaah!!!"
A horn sounded, seemingly emanating from the netherworld, and the army in the distance began its advance.
The soldiers at the front had blank eyes, their minds controlled by the demons, and they were completely unafraid of death.
Soldiers like these already put immense pressure on the generals and soldiers.
Only those who have fought against such soldiers know how terrifying they are.