The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 135 In the Clouds 15 Pei Kuang

The next morning, in Guiyue Village, every villager knelt before the small temple with the statue of the god and prayed.

The small temple is no more than half a person's height, and it enshrines the only god in the world.

Outside Guiyue Village, Wen Li and the others, already clad in armor, mounted their horses and galloped towards Yueban.

Outside the city of Yueban, an endless expanse of yellow sand stretched out, occasionally stirred by the wind, as if veiling the distant city in a mist.

Shen Yingsi and his party of five all wore veils, with masks underneath, and even their horses wore masks and blindfolds.

Riding his horse, he gazed at the desolate city in the distance, ignoring the approaching demon corpses, and waited quietly.

A moment later, demonic corpses began to appear in the distance, slowly walking towards the people.

Wen Mingzhu pulled the horse back and hid behind Zhao Sicheng, not daring to look ahead.

As the demonic corpse drew closer, Zhao Sicheng clenched his fists: "Fourth Brother, what are we waiting for?"

Shen Yingsi closed his eyes: "Wait for the person who will save your life."

"But these demon corpses are about to charge!"

Zhao Sicheng couldn't contain himself any longer and drew his sword, eager to use it.

A spear suddenly blocked his way, and Shen Yingsi's voice reached his ears.

"I told you, don't expend your spiritual energy before activating the formation, and you also need to keep your physical strength high, so that we don't all die inside if the formation fails to activate."

Zhao Sicheng roared, "Your Highness!"

Wen Mingzhu gripped his clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly. He glanced back at her and said, "I don't know when they'll arrive. I'll go upstairs and wait a bit."

"Doing nothing is just waiting to die!"

They didn't even use their swords to fly today; they rode horses all the way here to ensure they had enough spiritual energy to activate the formation.

However, no one has ever used or even heard of this formation before. If he hadn't come here, Zhao Sicheng would have had no idea that such a formation existed.

This formation only requires four people, but no one knows exactly how much spiritual power it needs.

Shen Yingsi lazily raised his eyes, saw that the group of demonic corpses, capable of crushing a person with a single step, were still a hundred meters away from them, and then closed them again.

"There's still some distance."

Aunt Song glanced at them and, unusually, spoke up: "Don't worry, I won't let you die here."

Zhao Sicheng glanced at Wen Mingzhu, who was trembling with fear, grabbed her hand, and watched helplessly as the horde of demon corpses drew closer and closer.

Xie Xiao warned, "Si Cheng, don't look."

Zhao Sicheng turned his head and saw that everyone had their eyes closed, so he could only lower his head and stop looking ahead.

The yellow sand in the air was increasing, making it difficult to see the surroundings even with eyes open.

The ground seemed to tremble, the horses were startled and swayed restlessly, almost as if they were about to flee.

"coming."

A cold voice rang out, and Wen Li slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was a gorilla's stinky foot, already raised above their heads, about to stomp down.

Hearing the noise behind her, she casually yawned.

A black arrow streaked through the air and pierced the black mist atop the gorilla's head.

The gorilla vanished instantly.

A majestic man in armor and a mask dismounted, brandishing his sword, and stood in front of Shen Yingsi and his companions.

Holding the bow in her right hand and shooting the arrow with her left, Wen Li's gaze fell on the man's right hand, which was missing two fingers.

He didn't turn around, but Wen Li knew that this was Pei Kuang—the only mortal in the world without spiritual roots who held real power.

The whistle blew, and the ground shook more and more violently.

The group turned around and saw a dark mass, like a vast expanse of loess being gradually covered with a black cloth.

The Northern Desert Iron Cavalry is an army mainly composed of ordinary people without spiritual roots, plus a small number of cultivators.

Like the newly established Feather Spirit Army of the Xie family, it was built and nurtured by the twelve-year-old Crown Prince.

In his previous life, after Shen Yingsi was transformed into a demon and thrown into Ghost Valley, Pei Kuang led the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry to occupy the Snow Ridge area of ​​Northern Desert, raised an army, and declared himself king.

They declared that the Pei family was not loyal to the royal family, but rather to His Highness the Crown Prince, who had the world at heart.

"Chaoyan will lead one battalion to fight their way out! Lin Hu will lead the second battalion to follow and set up a protective barrier!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

About five hundred men rode past them on horseback and charged forward.

Everyone was dressed the same, making it difficult to distinguish them, but the armor of the first battalion was clearly much better than that of the second battalion.

Wen Li carefully observed this special army.

Everyone was clad in armor, with what appeared to be a layer of soft armor underneath. They carried bows and arrows on their backs, held swords in their hands, had various hidden weapons strapped to their calves, and had grappling hooks wrapped around their hands. They also had storage bags hanging from their waists, which were probably mostly filled with gunpowder, poison, and sleeping potions, with pills and food as secondary items.

It seems that since the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry followed His Highness the Crown Prince, their equipment and gear are indeed several times better than those of ordinary armies. Even the Xie family's Feather Spirit Army has to give way to them in terms of weaponry and equipment.

However, even after more than ten years of training and combat, ordinary people are still inferior to cultivators with spiritual roots in terms of speed, strength, stamina, sensory sensitivity, self-recovery ability, and physical endurance.

Not to mention, they can't even cast spells.

But is this army really inferior to the Feather Spirit Army, which is composed entirely of cultivators?

The soldiers worked together seamlessly, and their martial arts skills and internal strength were extremely formidable. They utilized all the gunpowder, poisons, and hidden weapons they carried to their fullest potential!

This clearly made up for their lack of combat effectiveness.

It was obvious that the people in the first battalion did not have spiritual power, but their numbers seemed to be more than five times that of the second battalion. The soldiers in the first battalion seemed to be sticking together in pairs, while the soldiers in the second battalion were relatively more independent.

"Ordinary people are more fragile and their physical strength is consumed more quickly. Two people can cover each other and replenish their pills in time."

Seeing that she was interested, Shen Yingsi mentioned it briefly.

Seeing so many people, Wen Mingzhu felt much more at ease. Seeing Wen Li's interest, she felt somewhat disdainful.

She had heard her father mention the Pei family at home.

The Pei family ancestors were founding generals who fought alongside Emperor Taizu of Jin to establish this empire. When the world was debating who should be the ruler and who should be the subject, the Pei family willingly served as subjects, neither vying for power nor fighting for anything, and voluntarily requested to go to the northern desert to guard the empire for the Great Jin.

The Pei family had been generals for generations, wielding military power and enjoying the emperor's deep trust.

Until demons appeared, the reclusive demon-hunting family emerged from seclusion. However, the Pei family had not had a single member with spiritual roots for three generations, and gradually declined.

In this day and age, regardless of talent, if you don't have spiritual roots, you can't possibly be a soldier, let alone a commander.

General Pei was unwilling to accept defeat, so he led his army into battle several times, only to be almost completely wiped out each time.

They didn't win a single battle.

People jokingly call the Northern Desert Iron Cavalry the Death Corps.

It wasn't until he joined the Crown Prince's faction that he gradually made a name for himself.

However, my mother said that they were nothing more than dogs that barked louder, fed with piles of money and pills. If these things were given to her family's Liang family army, their achievements would be far beyond what this suicide squad could compare to.

Seeing Wen Li's curious expression and admiring look, Wen Mingzhu found it laughable, since all the pills they carried were provided by the Liang family.

"Why is it them? It would be better if my cousin sent some people. Maybe we could win this battle more well."

Pei Kuang, who was in front, turned around at some point and snorted coldly: "I'm afraid Liang Qi doesn't have the guts to hit him."