As the Master appeared, everyone on the battlefield, including the malevolent ghosts and corpse monsters, was drawn to the aura emanating from him and his companions.
"It's a Ghost Messenger!"
"The Ghost Messengers have arrived."
"Hahaha, I didn't expect this battle to alert the Ghost Messengers."
"Brother Long Teng!"
"Senior Brother Long Teng."
"..."
The Daoist allies exclaimed in surprise. Some were old acquaintances of the Master and recognized him.
However, the Master did not have time to greet them.
Instead, holding the black booklet, he spoke again:
"Soul Reaping!"
As he uttered these words, a burst of black light erupted from the black booklet in the Master's hand.
Following that, a "swishing" sound echoed.
Black soul-reaping iron chains flew out from the black booklet.
Exceeding a hundred in number, they shot towards the malevolent ghosts, vengeful spirits, and demonic cultivators on the ground or in the air.
Their speed was so great that many malevolent ghosts and vengeful spirits were ensnared by the soul-reaping iron chains before they could react.
For those demonic cultivators with physical bodies, the soul-reaping chains would directly pierce their chests, and with a pull backward, their souls were ripped out.
In the blink of an eye, twenty or so malevolent ghosts and vengeful spirits were dragged towards the Master.
But at this moment, Demon Emperor Wang Mang, standing on the altar, let out a cold snort:
"A mere Ghost Messenger dares to act presumptuously again. Kill him!"
Upon his command, the demonic forces roared in unison, surging towards the Master's direction.
Some even produced special artifacts, directly severing the soul-reaping chains that flew from the Master's black booklet.
The Master showed no significant emotional fluctuation towards the demons and evil spirits charging at him.
Perhaps he had anticipated all of this.
Seeing this, he simply let out a cold snort:
"You dare to obstruct the Yin Messengers' soul reaping. This is a capital offense. Kill without mercy."
As his words fell, the more than ten Ghost Messengers standing behind the Master raised their steel forks and curved blades, plunging directly towards the malevolent ghosts and demonic cultivators below.
Each Yin Messenger emanated a fierce yin energy.
With a swift strike of their blades, they slew any enemy they encountered.
This was not soul reaping; it was clearly a pretext for soul reaping, a form of assistance.
Thus, they avoided the karmic consequences of heaven and earth, indirectly aiding the Daoist alliance in their war against the demons.
As for the Master, he also drew his waist-worn saber with a "whoosh."
The saber was clearly no ordinary object, exuding black mist and carved with鬼头 (guǐ tóu – ghost heads).
Upon unsheathing, a killing aura enveloped the area, striking fear into the hearts of many specters.
"Die!"
"Boom!"
With a single slash of the Master's saber, he instantly killed dozens of malevolent ghosts amidst the throng, his power terrifying.
"So powerful!"
I watched the Master from afar, filled with excitement.
However, the ghost soldiers before us, along with the Demon Emperor's seven generals, were no easy opponents.
Their cultivation was not as high as Qing Dai's, but they could still contend with her.
My cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the Dao Body realm, with a gap to the Human King realm. I could not lead the main assault, only assist from the side, continuously attacking Liang Lin.
This fellow, known as the Flying Tiger Marshal, possessed formidable combat strength.
Back at Xiao Han Mountain, I had nearly died under his spiritual medium avatar.
Yet, now, I could fight him bloodily alongside Qing Dai.
"No one can stop His Majesty's ambition."
Liang Lin spoke coldly, wielding a battle saber and relentlessly hacking at us.
"Hmph! Remnants of the new dynasty, I shall see you all annihilated here."
With that, Qing Dai let out a delicate cry.
A sword energy blasted forth.
"Pong!" Liang Lin was directly sent flying.
Seizing the opportunity, I produced three Divine Fire Talismans and hurled them over.
I formed a hand seal and roared,
"As the law commands, decree!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The three Divine Fire Talismans erupted, followed by soaring flames.
The power of the talisman fire was exceptionally intense, spreading thirty meters.
Furthermore, three fireballs descended from the sky.
Liang Lin was formidable indeed; he managed to dodge even this.
Unfortunately, the surrounding ghost soldiers could only wail in the inferno, reduced to ashes…
And at this moment, with the addition of the Ghost Messengers,
The strength of both sides began to gradually balance.
However, it remained a fierce and indecisive struggle.
If either side retreated or faltered, and a section was defeated, it could lead to a complete rout.
Even with the Master and other Ghost Messengers joining, a complete reversal was not guaranteed.
After all, the Master and his companions were not overwhelmingly powerful…
Looking across the entire Black Demon Valley, it was engulfed in a chaotic melee.
The Seven Generals of the Ghost Emperor were locked in combat with our strongest fighters.
The ghost soldiers, like an endless tide, surged forward relentlessly.
The Daoist allies also advanced wave upon wave, refusing to retreat even in death.
Wails and screams never ceased.
The air, besides the stench of corpse monsters, also carried the scent of blood.
The talisman fire from the Divine Fire Talismans burned for a while before being extinguished by a wave of black mist.
Liang Lin, once again, raised his long saber and charged.
But this time, in addition to Qing Dai and myself, the Master and Martial Uncle, accompanied by Xiao Yao and Old Mo, had also arrived.
"Liang Lin, do you remember us?"
The Master spoke.
Liang Lin's eyes swept over them:
"You two are the disciples of that old Daoist, aren't you? I never expected that after decades, you would become Ghost Messengers in the underworld."
"Hmph! Today is your death day."
"A mere Ghost Messenger, I do not consider him a threat."
With that, Liang Lin unleashed a saber strike.
Its power was immense, with black mist rolling forth.
We all dodged to the side upon seeing this; the power was too great, and even Qing Dai avoided a direct confrontation.
But who would have thought that the Master would not dodge, but instead charge forward?
"Master!"
"You old fool, what are you doing?"
"..."
Everyone was in a panic.
But in the next second, all of us fell silent.
The Master raised the black saber in his hand and met the attack.
Black light erupted, and a "humming" sound resonated as a鬼头 (guǐ tóu – ghost head) appeared in mid-air.
It not only blocked Liang Lin's saber strike but also repelled him.
"Such powerful saber intent!"
"The saber in Daoist Gu's hand is extraordinary…"