We looked back at the battlefield, amidst Zhu Zining's sneers, and saw a large number of warlocks had appeared beneath the Liangjie Mountain.

That was precisely the elite force that Jun Jixue had trained.

I later learned that Jun Jixue's disappearance from the martial world with the Tiān Shà Sixteen Riders was because he had rushed to Liangjie Mountain to deploy defenses in advance.

That was the only time Jun Jixue obeyed the orders of the underworld officials, and it was also the last.

The faction of civil officials, in order to ensure that Jun Jixue could successfully seize power aside from the Emperor of the Underworld, not only sent him to Liangjie Mountain two years in advance, but also allowed him to take away sixteen thousand warlocks who had been won over by the underworld officials.

Jun Jixue had been stationed at the foot of Liangjie Mountain for two years, and had long since trained those warlocks into an elite army.

No one had expected that this elite force would collide with the sudden appearance of Liangjie Mountain before they even had a chance to show their talents in the world of magic.

Jun Jixue stared at the Tianlao (Heavenly Prison) gate slowly opening on Liangjie Mountain, and raised his hand, saying, "Pass down the order, the entire army assembles!"

Horns blared one after another in the warlocks' camp, and tens of thousands of warlocks rapidly gathered.

Above the Gate of Heaven, celestial souls surged.

Below Liangjie Mountain, figures swarmed like the tide.

Jun Jixue said, "Have Huang Tiangong come to see me."

Before long, Huang Tiangong, the sect leader of Tiangong Sect, hurried over: "Commander Jun, you summoned me."

Jun Jixue said, "Sect Leader Huang, if I were to have you build a city wall here, how long would it take?"

"At least a week," Huang Tiangong looked up at the Liangjie Mountain where ghostly figures were scurrying about. "But someone has to block the celestial souls. Without anyone to protect the disciples of Tiangong Sect, we can forget about building a city."

"One day!" Jun Jixue said, "I can only buy you one day. Within one day, you must build a wall strong enough to withstand the celestial souls for ten days."

"That's impossible!" Huang Tiangong almost jumped up. "My Commander Jun, you asked me to build a city, but you didn't say anything about running into the return of celestial souls!"

"Our Tiangong Sect has dispatched all of our disciples, only a thousand or eight hundred people in total! How do you expect me to build a city?"

"Also..." Huang Tiangong pointed to the moat in the distance, "If we want to build a city, we have to do it at that location. It's turned into a chasm there; we can't even lay the foundation. How are we supposed to build a city?"

Jun Jixue had indeed invited Tiangong Sect to build a city wall, but at that time, Liangjie Mountain had not yet revealed its full appearance, and Huang Tiangong dared not choose a location easily, so he had to put the matter of building the city on hold temporarily.

Now that Liangjie Mountain had appeared, building a city was extremely difficult.

At this moment, an old man wearing a padded jacket and carrying a long horse whip in his hand staggered over: "What if I lay a foundation for you?"

"You?" Huang Tiangong said, "Old man, don't be funny. What are you going to use to lay a foundation?"

"You're just a carriage driver; do you even know how to lay a foundation?"

Huang Tiangong recognized the man.

He was one of Wang Hun's "Eight Jianghu (Martial World) Sons," Whip. In other words, a coachman in the martial world.

"With our lives!" Old Whip said with a chuckle, "Our deaths can block the celestial souls for an hour. That's enough time for you to lay the foundation. Are you in or not?"

Huang Tiangong was dumbfounded. "Wait... even if you lay the foundation, there's no way I can build a city wall in one day!"

"You can!" Jun Jixue raised his hand and patted Huang Tiangong on the shoulder. "I believe in you!"

"You believe in me?" Huang Tiangong roared, "What do you believe in me for? I don't even believe in myself, yet you believe in me!"

Jun Jixue smiled slightly: "Feisha, pass down the order, the entire army prepares for battle!"

"Prepare for battle..." Orders echoed one after another in the warlocks' camp.

Jun Jixue turned and bowed deeply to Old Whip: "Farewell, Senior!"

"Haha..." Old Whip waved his hand. "What's with the farewell? Isn't it inevitable for us warlocks to take a trip to the Yama Palace sooner or later?"

"Fight well! We're all old now. The future of the warlock path rests on you."

Old Whip raised his head and cracked his whip in the air: "Old buddies, prepare for battle! Don't let these young warlocks look down on us old geezers!"

Old Whip laughed loudly and walked away. Huang Tiangong squatted on the ground, covering his head and sobbing, "You old bastards! You're forcing me into this!"

"Prepare for battle, prepare for battle! All disciples of the Tiangong Sect, prepare for battle!"

Jun Jixue smiled slightly and said, "Sect Leader, your righteousness is admirable!"

"Admirable my ass! I'm about to be screwed over by you!" Huang Tiangong walked away crying.

When Jun Jixue turned back to the command platform, sixteen thousand warlocks were already standing neatly outside the military camp.

At the very front was Old Whip, leading one hundred and twenty carriages loaded with Mount Tai stones.

Old Whip pulled out a cigarette from a pack and handed them out one by one to the coachmen. He mumbled, "The cigarettes aren't that good! This is the last pack."

"I knew I should have brought some wine. Everyone, don't rush. When we get there, I'll treat you to a drink. Good wine."

Those coachmen were all old. The youngest of them already had gray hair.

A group of people sat on the carriages, smoking and waiting for Old Whip to speak.

Old Whip took a pleasant puff of his cigarette before putting the rest back in his pocket: "I have to keep this; maybe I can have a couple of puffs before I go down."