Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

She couldn't refute it.

Even more terrifying, Yunping added, "How about this, since you think I'm being a scoundrel to you, to be fair, I'll lie down on the ground now, and you can be a scoundrel in return?"

Ye Yuchan and the other two: "..."

Our own teacher is truly shameless.

Finally, Gu Xingzhuo interrupted Yun Ping, who was trying to be seductive: "Teacher, let's get serious... what are you here for?"

"Didn't I tell you, I'm here to deliver a message—"

"What news?"

Before he could finish speaking...

A terrifying chill suddenly emanated from the dark horizon in the distance.

Extreme cold and a blackness like a tidal wave rolled wildly in the distance.

The three of them turned their gazes in that direction simultaneously, their brows furrowing as if facing a formidable enemy.

The old rogue, who had somehow gotten up from the ground, slowly walked forward and stepped onto the city wall.

A strong wind swept in, and dark clouds loomed overhead.

Yunping stood atop Broken Wood City, atop the towering city walls, his expression slightly solemn, his tone as icy as the cold air in the wind.

"Mo Chao..."

"It's arrived ahead of schedule."

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28. Female apprentice launches missile!

in the dark.

Countless eyes opened simultaneously.

In Broken Wood City, the few hundred remaining Guardian Soldiers simultaneously sensed a deathly, chilling aura emanating from the distant horizon.

That was the malevolent energy emanating from the Demon Dynasty.

It was completely different from what I had expected.

Logically speaking, given that 20,000 demonic cultivators were recently annihilated by a white-robed youth who suddenly appeared, it would certainly take some time for them to reorganize their army and launch an attack.

How could the Demon Dynasty have suddenly attacked in just a few days?

Where did they get their troops?!

This thought lingered in everyone's mind, yet no one dared to be negligent. In an instant, all the troops available for combat in the entire Broken Wood City poured out.

Length of night.

The whistling, icy wind echoed in his ears as an anxious figure leaped onto the city wall, his dark eyes reflecting four distinct figures.

"senior……"

The young man, still shaken from his rest, came to the city wall. He looked at the figure beside him, one foot on the battlement, gazing at the distant clouds. Then, blankly, he turned his head to look at the dark horizon.

There, there was darkness upon darkness... beyond words.

It is pure darkness, different from the demonic aura on demonic cultivators. It is not transformed from spiritual energy, but is the most evil and sinister thing from the very beginning.

Clad in jet-black armor formed from their own demonic energy, their pointed heads were dominated by two scarlet eyes that occupied most of their faces. They had no mouths or ears, only those crimson pupils that seemed to gleam with killing intent and bloodlust.

Their limbs were so thin they looked like skeletons, and their skin was a constantly flowing black, except that their arms and calves were covered with black spikes.

"What's this?"

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, more so than any rigorously trained soldier.

Their murderous intent was overwhelming, more chilling than any general who had fought on the battlefield for many years.

Their numbers were like a tidal wave, their morale unmatched by any army.

"demon."

Yunping responded.

His calm gaze swept over the rolling waves in the distance, and he said indifferently, "I didn't expect that they could actually get something out of the Abyss of the Demon Clan. It seems that there are indeed extraordinary figures on the Demon Dynasty's side."

"From the Abyss of the Demon Clan...?" Fang Yan was taken aback, then asked, "How many?"

Let me see—

Yunping glanced at it briefly and quickly came up with an accurate figure in his mind: "About 100,000."

"One hundred thousand?!"

Not to mention Fang Yan, Ye Yuchan and the others were also startled.

Twenty thousand demon army soldiers were already enough to give Broken Wood City a hard time, but now the number has increased fivefold.

Unlike the previous demonic cultivators, this time, the one who came was a real demon who had crawled out of the Abyss of Demons.

Whether in terms of individual combat strength or numbers, it is an absolute crushing defeat compared to the last time.

"It seems they don't intend to give us much time."

As if finding it very interesting—

Beneath this terrifying black tide, Yun Ping smiled slightly.

He turned around and looked at his three disciples and Fang Yan with a smile.

"Are you ready?"

With a smile that revealed his confidence that he would never lose, Yunping asked.

……

……

Shatterwood City is just ahead.

With each step forward, my heart skips a beat.

Wang Xiaomo didn't know what this feeling was like, but her steps were indeed getting heavier and heavier, and for some reason, she was becoming more and more unwilling to move forward.

But it felt as if there was a hand behind her, constantly pushing her—

Her destiny as a demon general is the reason she has no choice but to move forward.

Holding a giant axe, with a hundred thousand demons behind her, her delicate face remained calm.

To her left was the former adjutant of the Guardian Army, a man named Lü Chonghou.

To her right was a figure dressed in a black robe, exuding a putrid stench, who appeared to be a corpse puppet.

The three of them, marching in unison as representatives of the Demon Dynasty, approached the precarious Broken Wood City step by step.

Of course.

At the same moment, all three of them stopped walking.

"Ok?"

Lu Chonghou looked up and saw the wide-open gates of Broken Wood City, and the people leading the Guardian Army rushing out of the gates.

Clad in heavy armor, a dark sword gleamed coldly; it belonged to his former comrade-in-arms, who was also the culprit behind his jealousy.

Lü Chonghou smiled.

He knew that this day had finally come.

"Leave that person to me."

He pointed his finger at Fang Yan, who stood tall in front of Broken Wood City in the distance, his eyes gleaming.

Wang Xiaomo did not refuse Lü Chonghou's request, while the corpse puppet nodded calmly, tacitly approving of his actions.

After all, their goal this time is to capture Broken Wood City, and Lu Chonghou's willfulness will not have much impact on the overall situation.

And so—

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of dark figures hidden within the black tide leaped up!

These people are all corpse puppets made from the corpses of the dead Guardian Army soldiers. This battle is a duel between the Guardian Army under Lü Chonghou and the Guardian Army under Fang Yan.

No one can disturb the two of them.

With Lü Chonghou's departure, Wang Xiaomo wanted to continue moving forward, but the figure that appeared in her sight forced her to stop.

He was a young man with hair as white as snow.

It wasn't just him.

Standing beside him were a tall woman with silver hair and a woman with black hair, blue eyes, and a stern expression.

And that mysterious young man with a faint smile on his face.

It is worth mentioning that--

At that moment, a strange black cuboid suddenly appeared on the shoulder of the dead-fish-eyed youth.

Magic weapon?

The Demon Dynasty army suddenly halted its advance.

The corpse puppet hidden under the robe and hood also silently raised its head and looked warily at the strange cuboid.

However, it wasn't just them; even Gu Xingzhuo and Zhang Ruoxue didn't understand what this thing was.

"Teacher, what is this? Is it a new magical artifact?"

“Yes.” In response to Zhang Ruoxue’s question, the old rogue patted the thing in front of him with an air of seriousness: “This is something to boost morale. As long as we have this thing, we won’t lose.”

Ye Yuchan: "..."