A Compendium of One Hundred Demons: My Path to Immortality in a World of Demons and Monsters

Time passed, the sun set, and another day went by.

As night fell on the second day, Xu Yuan silently climbed out of the pit.

After stretching his somewhat stiff body, he took out some dry food and water from his storage bag and slowly chewed.

Tonight will be a fierce battle!

After eating and drinking his fill, Xu Yuan began to check his equipment and examine himself.

With the long sword in hand, its blade repaired, it gleamed with a chilling light.

The Devil May Cry Bow was slung across his back, and his quiver contained ten special arrows—five Ghost Arrows, three Explosive Arrows, and two Armor-Piercing Arrows.

Inside the storage bag were talismans that Shen Qingyi had prepared for him in advance, as well as miscellaneous items he had obtained from the Golden-Eyed Old Ghost.

Finally, there was the Netherworld Guide in his arms, and the various abilities and characteristics bestowed upon him by the three major encyclopedias in his mind.

"That should be enough..."

Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and then he looked up towards the north.

There, the blood-red light intensified, almost obscuring half the sky.

The faces in the clouds have become clear, and the wails seem to pierce through the soul.

"Soon..."

Xu Yuan murmured something to himself, then quietly left the poplar forest and made his way towards the Xiongnu supply camp.

Night is the best cover.

After two days of siege, the morale of the Xiongnu soldiers remained high due to the influence of the blood sacrifice, but their vigilance was no longer as tight as it had been at the beginning.

This logistics and supply unit, in particular, appeared particularly lax.

Xu Yuan infiltrated the camp like a ghost.

Instead of killing anyone immediately, he carefully avoided the patrols and quietly found the place where supplies and siege equipment were piled up.

There were more than ten Xiongnu guards there, who were drinking and laughing around the fire.

Xu Yuan took out three explosive arrows and nocked them onto the Ghost Cry Bow.

The Three Arts of Archery — Three Stars in a Row!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The three arrows were fired simultaneously and accurately hit the three largest grain piles.

The moment the arrow pierced through, the explosive runes engraved inside were triggered.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three deafening explosions rang out in succession, flames shot into the sky, and the dry grain was instantly ignited, with the fire spreading rapidly.

"Enemy attack—!"

"Fire! Fire! Help!"

In an instant, the Xiongnu camp was thrown into chaos.

Xu Yuan didn't linger; he turned and rushed towards the storage area for siege equipment.

There, more than twenty Xiongnu guards had also been alerted by the explosion and were nervously looking around.

"There he is!" Someone spotted Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan neither dodged nor avoided, drew his long sword, and plunged into the crowd.

With his full power unleashed at the ninth level of Blood Refinement, every strike carried the force of thunder.

These logistics soldiers were no match for him; in just ten breaths, seven or eight of them had already died.

The remaining Xiongnu guards were terrified and scattered in all directions.

Xu Yuan arrived in front of a catapult, took out a fire talisman, affixed it to a key area, and infused it with his blood and qi to activate it.

"burst!"

The catapult was blown to pieces.

Xu Yuan followed the same method, and in no time, all of the dozen or so siege weapons were destroyed.

At this time, the entire Xiongnu supply camp was completely engulfed in flames.

Many Xiongnu soldiers shouted for help to put out the fire, creating chaos.

Xu Yuan stood in the firelight, looking towards the northeast.

The blood-red light there began to surge violently, clearly indicating that the ancient shaman at the altar had been alarmed by the commotion.

"This is just the beginning."

Xu Yuan grinned, his figure disappearing into the darkness as he sped toward the altar.

The real battle begins now!

The fires at the supply camp illuminated half the night sky.

In the center of the Xiongnu camp, on the blood sacrifice altar, the ancient shaman suddenly opened his eyes.

Black blood seeped from the wound on his severed arm again, a backlash of witchcraft caused by his burning rage.

"What's going on?!" he roared hoarsely.

A Xiongnu officer scrambled up the altar, shouting, "Shaman, our supply depot has been attacked! Our provisions have been burned, and our siege equipment has been destroyed!"

"What?! Who did this?!" Guza Shaman's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"No... I don't know. There was only one person there, but he was extremely skilled. Our men couldn't stop him at all..."

"A bunch of useless trash!" The shaman Guza slammed his staff on the altar, the skull at the top of the staff glowing brightly green. "Order Toghtok Bukha to immediately send troops back to reinforce! Also, strengthen the guards around the altar; from now on, absolutely no one is allowed to approach!"

"yes!"

The Xiongnu officer hastily retreated.

Guza Shaman took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart.

The blood sacrifice has reached its most critical moment and must not be interrupted.

If we can just hold out until tonight, the blood sacrifice will be completed, the Eternal Heaven will descend, and all enemies will be annihilated.

He sat down cross-legged again, raised his bone staff high, and began to chant incantations.

The blood-red light on the altar intensified.

………………

Meanwhile, on the city wall of Qingyang County.

Chen Hanchuan, Shen Qingyi, and others also saw the firelight and commotion coming from the distant Xiongnu camp.

"Brother Xu has succeeded!" Chen Hanchuan shouted excitedly. "Order the entire army to prepare for attack!"

The morale of the Qingyang garrison soared instantly, but Shen Qingyi remained frowning.

She looked toward the direction of the blood cloud, her compass spinning wildly in her hand, as if she could sense that evil aura rising rapidly.

"General Chen, the blood sacrifice is almost complete!" she said in a deep voice. "We must strike immediately to tie down the main force of the Xiongnu and create an opportunity for Xu Yuan."

"That's only right!" Chen Hanchuan said solemnly. "Miss Shen, I entrust the city to you. If we... don't make it back, please lead the people to evacuate through the secret passage."

Shen Qingyi nodded solemnly: "Take care!"

Chen Hanchuan turned around and faced the more than 500 Qingyang garrison soldiers who had already assembled.

Most of these soldiers were wounded, but their eyes were filled with unwavering determination.

"Brothers!" Chen Hanchuan's voice boomed, "The Xiongnu, taking advantage of our lack of manpower, have besieged our city, intending to carry out a blood sacrifice and massacre! Tonight, Brother Xu has already ventured alone deep behind enemy lines, burning their supplies and destroying their weapons! Now, it's our turn!"

He drew his long sword, pointing it towards the city gates: "Open the gates, follow me to kill the enemy—!"

"kill---!"

The city gates slowly opened, and five hundred defenders rushed out like a flood bursting its banks.

The Xiongnu vanguard camp was thrown into chaos.

Toghtogbuqa was mobilizing troops back to reinforce the supply camp when the city's defenders dared to launch an attack.

He quickly divided his troops to meet the enemy, and in an instant, the Xiongnu camp was filled with the sounds of battle and chaos.

And all of this was the perfect opportunity that Xu Yuan had been waiting for.

He moved stealthily through the darkness like a ghost, taking advantage of the chaos to evade wave after wave of hastily mobilized Xiongnu soldiers, and finally arrived at the outer edge of the altar.

The altar was located in the very center of the Xiongnu camp, and was guarded by three hundred steppe wolf guards.

These wolf guards were Tuotuo Buhua's personal soldiers, each one brave and skilled in battle, with at least the strength of the third or fourth level of Blood Refinement.

What's more troublesome is that the blood-red light emanating from the altar itself has formed an invisible barrier, causing anyone who tries to approach to feel a stinging pain in their soul and slow down their movements.

"As expected, there are protective measures in place..."

Xu Yuan hid behind a tent, observing the altar's defenses.

Forcing our way in is definitely not an option.

With three hundred wolf guards and a blood-red barrier, even if he managed to break through, the Guza shaman would detect him beforehand.

We must outsmart them!