New and dark light years

Chapter 182 A Planned Response
His hair was disheveled, his leather armor was tattered, and his body was so thin it looked almost like a monkey's.

All sorts of strange and unusual weapons.

It's obvious that the army at the foot of the city wall is malnourished.

Whether in practical or figurative sense.

These people, standing thirty or forty feet away from the city wall, outside the range of long-range attacks, held torches.

Even from this distance, I could feel their...killing intent, and a faint hint of madness.

Jiang Jili's expression was somewhat grim. He walked over to Li Lin and asked in a low voice, "Don't you feel... that something's off about these people?"

Li Lin nodded: "They are surrounded by an aura of yin."

"What do you mean?"

"It is highly likely that it has some connection with the supernatural."

"How is that possible!" Jiang Jili said with an incredulous expression. "You're saying they could all be Spirit Hunters?"

Generally speaking, living people who carry yin energy are mostly spirit hunters.

But Spirit Hunters need talent... Even the Great Qi doesn't have many Spirit Hunters, so how could these barbarians possibly have a large number of them?

“I didn’t say they were Spirit Hunters, I just said they had a sinister aura.” Li Lin looked into the distance and continued, “With so many people, they definitely couldn’t be Spirit Hunters, they could only be…”

"Southern barbarian sorcery?"

"Very likely."

Then both of them looked ahead.

More and more soldiers arrived, and soon the area was completely filled.

More and more Southern Barbarian soldiers appeared slowly behind them.

These people remained silent, simply acting without uttering a sound.

As night fell, the clanging and banging of construction work on a temporary camp echoed near the city walls.

This put a lot of pressure on the local militia guarding the city walls.

Not to mention the soldiers, even Jiang Jili's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

But right now, Li Lin's gaze wasn't on this spot; instead, he subconsciously looked towards the direction of the True Lord Temple.

……

The villagers of Minle Village stayed in the open area behind the temple.

They ignored the dust on the ground and sat down directly.

They were exhausted after running all the way from Minle Village, and they almost couldn't get in. The tension would only make things worse.

After sitting down, they realized that their whole body seemed to be trembling and they had little strength in their hands and feet.

It took me a while to recover.

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was already night, the area around Zhenjun Temple was still brightly lit. He looked around and said, "Yulin County is definitely more lively than our Beiliu County."

Many people around echoed this sentiment, some women began breastfeeding, and others took out large pancakes they had prepared beforehand and fed them to their children first.

At that moment, four people stood up and walked outside.

Seeing this, the village chief hurriedly shouted, "You four boys, don't move around! The officials here have said that if you wander off, you'll be beheaded!"

The four ignored him and instead quickened their pace to leave.

But after taking a few steps, they stopped again.

Because in front of them, Bai Zhiwei, Ding Yingqiu, Yan Sai, and several others were standing there.

“County Commandant Li knew all along that there would be spies like you among them,” Bai Bufan said with a smile.

The group dispersed and surrounded the four people.

Upon seeing this, the village chief hurriedly cried out, "Sir, they are young men from our village who are ignorant and immature. Please let them go."

After saying this, the old village chief rushed forward, knelt down in front of the group, and pleaded pitifully, "Sir, please spare them, they're just children..."

"Grandpa, look back. Are they really people you know?"

The old village chief turned around and immediately realized that the faces of the four men had changed; they were no longer the ones he recognized. Instead, they were four barbarians with deep-set eyes and thick lips.

The old village chief was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

When the four men saw that their path was blocked, they immediately retreated, seemingly intending to take the villagers hostage as bargaining chips.

They had only taken two steps back when they discovered that a very beautiful woman had appeared behind them without them noticing.

The woman's left hand, draped with a water sleeve, partially covered her face, while her right hand held a beating heart.

One of them collapsed to the ground, his body limp.

"The spirits of the Qi people... be driven away."

Among the three, one was relatively tall with a steady gaze. He shouted loudly, took out a white soft whip from his pocket with one hand, and charged outwards.

Then Bai Zhiwei stood in front of the man, while the others attacked the remaining two.

Li Yanjing threw away the still-beating heart in her hand, looking disgusted: "It stinks."

Then she looked toward the city gate, because she could sense that Li Lin was there.

The sounds of fighting rang out, and soon two of the remaining three barbarians were dead. The last one had his right hand severed by Bai Zhiwei and was clutching his severed arm, panting heavily.

"Surrender," Bai Zhiwei said coldly. "Perhaps you can still live."

The man chuckled sinisterly, "Those who can live... will all die. We'll die sooner, you'll die later. The extraterrestrial demons have arrived; the entire world is their hunting ground. The Yin God is dead, the White Elephant is dead... we'll suffer first, but sooner or later it'll be your turn, hahahaha!"

The man then gripped his throat with his left hand and pulled out his trachea with a little force.

Amidst the splatter of blood, he fell backward, a strange smile frozen on his face.

Everyone fell silent.

Meanwhile, on the city wall, Li Lin observed the enemy's actions.

A simple camp was built.

Then, the soldiers of the Southern Barbarians carried a large altar over from the rear.

Unlike the bluestone altars of the Qi people, the altars of the Southern Barbarians were made of red clay, with a blood-red hue, and were very rough, giving them a wild and untamed feel.

As the red altar was brought to the ground, the Nanman soldiers brought out several prisoners. Judging from their clothing, they were likely Qi villagers, those who had not had time to escape or did not want to escape, and had been captured.

The villagers struggled and begged for mercy, but they were still beheaded.

Blood gushed from his neck and fell onto the altar.

Then a True Lord with a snake's head... or rather, a lizard's head floated on the altar.

An eerie atmosphere began to spread towards the city walls.

Before long, the soldiers on the city wall felt a chill and subconsciously rubbed their arms.

Jiang Jili couldn't see the True Lord, but he guessed it.

He instinctively crossed his arms, his face ashen, and said, "County Commandant, I'm leaving the rest to you. I'll step back and organize logistics."

Li Lin nodded slightly.

Fighting on the front lines is certainly not the responsibility of a county magistrate.

At least until the county lieutenant dies, the county clerk will not have to assume this responsibility.

At that moment, a man stepped out from the enemy ranks, holding a bow in his left hand, and nocked an arrow and drew the string from a distance of more than thirty feet.

Feng!
There was an unusual sound.

An arrow came flying.

Li Lin thrust out his spear with a fierce thrust, striking the iron tip of the arrow. The arrow instantly shattered into dust.

The man's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at Li Lin in disbelief.

Li Lin also recognized the other person.

It was that Qin army expert who almost shot and wounded him more than half a year ago.

The enemy man walked forward another dozen paces and shouted, "Whoever blocks my arrows, state your name!"

(End of this chapter)