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Chapter Eighty-One: Alone in the Snow
The sound of hooves echoed on the ground, producing a rhythmic clatter. Countless clattering noises overlapped, creating a tempo so rapid that it made one’s heart race with anxiety.
The people at Horizontal Blade Camp gazed at the innumerable warhorses and the Spear Soldiers atop them. They instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons. This was a battle with no end in sight.
Even clad in Xuanjia, they were vastly outnumbered by the Cavalry. But how long could this Xuanjia withstand wave after wave of attacks? How long could their Vital Energy hold out?
Mo Mo once again demonstrated the immense power and terror of her Mentor.
With her eyes slightly closed, she swiftly formed hand seals.
In that moment, Mo Mo's slender body concealed a tremendous energy. At this instant, that energy erupted. She stood amidst the Snowstorm, her white dress billowing without wind, making a rustling sound. Powdered Snow fell all around her, yet not a single flake touched her delicate form.
The Cavalry drew ever closer, now only fifty paces away from Horizontal Blade Camp. The murderous aura emanating from the countless Cavalry members enveloped the camp like a thick fog, making it hard for them to breathe.
In their lives, they had never experienced such an overwhelming battle. The immense pressure forced them to kneel and surrender.
Clatter, clatter, clatter...
The warhorses neighed, tearing through the void. The entire Cavalry was now only thirty paces from Horizontal Blade Camp. The Demon Cavalry revealed sinister smiles as they slowly raised their sharp spears.
"What should we do?"
This deadly question lingered in the hearts of everyone at Horizontal Blade Camp, including Lin Feng. They knew well of Mo Mo's prowess; she could take on hundreds, even thousands.
But the problem was that they were facing tens of thousands of Cavalry now. Unless a divine being descended, there was no way to survive this catastrophe.
Lin Feng was not afraid of the Cavalry, but what would happen if he left? Without these brothers, who would guard his back and flanks?
“Roar, roar, roar…”
The Demon Cavalry let out eerie cries as they closed in at a speed only a Spirit Steed could achieve. From above, the line formed by the Demon Cavalry appeared as a palm-sized horizontal line, while the Armored Soldiers of the Horizontal Blade Camp seemed like mere dots—insignificant points that could be easily ignored. As this line swept across, those dots would cease to exist.
The members of the Horizontal Blade Camp gripped their weapons tightly, the only thing they could do was swallow hard, their throats dry, holding onto their arms. Faced with countless Cavalry, they forgot to strike.
Thunderous Roar…
Countless Cavalry ruthlessly swept past that point, and then it vanished completely.
The Demon Clan Armored Soldiers seemed to have triumphed over a formidable enemy and were filled with joy, unable to contain their excitement.
“Did we really wipe them out just like that?” Magic Seventy asked.
“Aren't we supposed to keep that woman alive? What a bunch of fools,” Magic Seventy-One replied with frustration.
Magic Sixty-Eight furrowed his brow and after a moment of silence said, “There are no corpses on the ground, nor any blood. They’ve fled; we need to chase them.”
At a critical moment, Mo Mo led everyone to vanish into thin air. When they reappeared, they were much closer to the encirclement of the demon clan. At this time, a large number of demon troops were attacking the area where the Horizontal Blade Camp had previously been and Tang Jiner's camp. The forces here were not many, relying on snow and dust for cover. The Horizontal Blade Camp could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
“That was close.”
The members of the Horizontal Blade Camp each exhaled deeply; their clothes were soaked with cold sweat. It felt as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.
At that moment, Mo Mo's face turned as pale as paper, and she stumbled. If Lin Feng hadn't caught her in time, she would have fallen to the ground.
Then, with a splutter, Mo Mo coughed up a large amount of blood, her complexion worsening, and her breathing became much weaker.
"Miss Mo, are you alright?" Lin Feng asked.
Mo Mo shook her head and said, "The General is just ahead, but I am now blind. I leave the rest to you."
Mo Mo's deep sense of loyalty and selflessness moved everyone in the Horizontal Blade Camp, making them feel ashamed of themselves.
"Lord Lin, at our current speed, it will be difficult to catch up. Even if we do manage to catch up, we might be too late. Although we avoided danger just now, they should have realized what happened and are likely pursuing us. Instead of running away, we should wait for them to arrive and then scatter to draw their attention under your name. You should take Miss Mo to rescue the General."
Chang Long looked at Lin Feng with a serious expression.
"This won't do..." Lin Feng immediately refused, knowing what this implied—it meant that these people would likely perish.
"My lord, we have no other choice. Are we really going to let a woman outdo us seven-foot men?" Lindor understood Chang Long's intention and quickly pleaded.
"My lord, I also volunteer."
"And me."
"Count me in."
"..."
The remaining thirteen Armored Soldiers of the Horizontal Blade Camp knelt on one knee, gazing fearlessly at Lin Feng. Having walked through the gates of hell, they no longer feared anything.
Chang Long and Lindor also knelt on one knee.
Chang Long said, "It is my honor to meet you, my lord. I have fought against the demon race's Tens of Thousands of Troops, and I have no regrets in this life. To die on the battlefield alongside others is a privilege for me."
Lindor looked at Lin Feng with a serious expression and said, "Junior Brother, this is the first time I call you that, and it will be the last. With you in Solitary Moon City, how can we worry about revival? I cannot do much for you, but if my life can buy you some time today, I would find solace in that. As a disciple of Solitary Moon City, I have lived up to the elders' expectations. Junior Brother, do not let your elder brother die in vain; I wish to close my eyes in peace."
Lin Feng looked at his brothers, his vision blurred as he choked back tears. It was the first time he had ever shed tears for the bond between men.
The cold wind blew, yet no one felt a chill; instead, their blood surged with heat.
These brothers had shared camaraderie before, but their bond was not strong enough to entrust each other with their lives. Today, through life and death on the battlefield, they had become true brothers.
The brotherhood among men sometimes arises like this—unrelated to time but rooted in character and ignited by a single moment.
Lin Feng held back his tears; to refuse now would be pretentious and meaningless. He said, "It is my honor to know all of you."
"If we do not die today, we shall not return until we are drunk another day," Lin Feng declared emphatically.
"Not drunk, not returning!" everyone echoed loudly.
Hahaha...
Suddenly, Lin Feng let out a long howl, took out a cauldron, placed Mo Mo inside it, and then left without looking back.
"Twilight approaches, the sunset glows, walking alone without a care."
The crowd watched Lin Feng leave with an air of nonchalance, savoring his final line of poetry. Once Lin Feng’s figure vanished into the snow and dust, they stood up.
They lined up, gripping their weapons tightly, waiting for the demon horde to pursue them.
Thunderous Roar...
Tens of thousands of demons surged forward, their momentum overwhelming. Even before they arrived, their presence crashed upon them like a Tide. The Hengdao Camp Armored Soldiers exchanged glances and nodded, recognizing each other's resolve to face death head-on.
"Let’s go attack them directly ahead."
"Twilight approaches, the sunset glows, walking alone without a care."
Thirteen individuals echoed Lin Feng’s verse as they charged out in thirteen different directions.
The Demon Army watched as the crowd scattered, momentarily unsure of which direction to pursue, forced to wait for the Cultist’s orders.
Lin Feng moved through the snow with Mo Mo. With limited psychic energy, Mo Mo followed Lin Feng’s instructions to conceal the Ancient Cauldron, blocking others' sight and Divine Consciousness.
With the cauldron in his left hand and a sword in his right, Lin Feng dashed through the heavy snowfall at a speed akin to a meteor. The main force of the Demon Army had split into three parts: one encircled Tang Jiner, another had just attacked the Horizontal Blade Camp, while the last part engaged fiercely with the Border Troops resisting the Tang Empire.
As Lin Feng encountered scattered demon Soldiers, he dispatched them with swift strikes. He was getting closer to the central area.
Inside the Ancient Cauldron, Mo Mo’s shoulders peeked out above its rim. As Lin Feng rushed forward, her hair danced in the wind. At that moment, she was blind, unable to see anything around her. Yet there was no need to see; she already knew her direction in her heart.
If you truly want to see, then it must be this man dressed in gray coarse cloth.
According to the teachings of my sect, all men in the world are untrustworthy and not worthy of entrustment, especially not those who are disciples of the Yunlu Xian Sect.
However, this man in gray coarse cloth seems to be different. He does not fit the description given by the teachings.
Lin Feng finally arrived at the center of the battlefield, where he saw piles of corpses. Blood soaked through the white snow, and the strong smell of blood was nauseating.
“Tang Jiner…”
Lin Feng shouted out loud to the countless corpses, repeatedly calling her name.
“Did we arrive too late?” Mo Mo felt a wave of gloom sweep over her heart.
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