Chapter 537: The Three Great Lords of the White Marsh Demon Kingdom! Daoist Spiritual Master Jiugong! Stirring the Hearts of Men!
At the outset, Prince Qing’s army had relied on cultivators and demon creatures to wreak havoc across the battlefield. Now, however, Prince Qing’s forces appeared to be at a disadvantage.
The key issue was that even if the casualty ratio were reversed, with three garrison soldiers dying for every one of Prince Qing’s troops, Prince Qing’s side still couldn’t afford such losses. After all, he had not truly taken control of the entire military strength of Donglin Prefecture.
Unlike the Xu family of Beifeng Prefecture, whose Northern Marquis wielded absolute authority and held the power of life and death with all the prefecture’s troops firmly in hand, Prince Qing couldn’t afford to lose his men like this.
Yet General Wei Pingchuan did not feel at ease at all. He was a seasoned commander, and Prince Qing’s Mansion’s abnormal behavior now cast a heavy shadow over his heart.
If the slaughter continued like this, the final victory would undoubtedly belong to Donglin Prefecture’s garrison troops. Why, then, would Prince Qing’s Mansion willingly expend its strength in such an obviously losing battle?
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Suddenly, earth-shaking roars erupted from the mountain forests, and demon qi surged sky-high. Countless wild beasts in the woods, with their eyes blood-red, charged toward the military camps fearlessly like a rolling flood.
“A beast tide?” General Wei Pingchuan’s brows knit tightly.
At this time, an uncountable number of birds and beasts surged forward in a frenzy. Not only that, mixed among them were many demon creatures as well, and demon qi filled the skies.
Suddenly, three enormous figures appeared upon the battlefield: a mighty eagle with a wingspan of seven or eight zhang, a massive python as thick as a water vat, and a black panther standing three zhang tall.
Although the demon clan’s strength was not judged solely by size, the moment these three demon beings appeared, they carried an intense aura of bloodshed, demon qi so dense it was nearly tangible, and an overwhelming sense of pressure. They were clearly no ordinary foes!
They were the three Lords of the White Marsh Demon Kingdom; the Wrath Lord had already died at Li Yanchu’s hands, and there were still six other peak powerhouses in the White Marsh Demon Kingdom.