"How is that possible?" Even the uncle's face paled. He hurriedly started the carriage again, speeding up and rushing forward.

Another chase took place in the wilderness, and this time, as the car ran, the faces of the people in the car became worse and worse, and their expressions became more and more desperate.

The horses used to pull merchant carts weren't considered good horses, and after running at such a high speed for so long, they were already reaching their limit. Even whipping the horses, leaving bloody marks on their bodies, couldn't stop the horses, panting so hard they were practically foaming at the mouth, from gradually slowing down. They were truly trying their best.

Seeing this, the seventh uncle also showed a sad look on his face and stopped waving the whip.

"Good nephew, take out the knife. This is where we end up today." There was a hint of melancholy in his voice as he sat on the seat where he usually drove the horse.

"Uncle..." The young man looked at his seventh uncle who was in despair in front of him and wanted to say something, but in the end he was only confused and puzzled.

However, just when the people in the two carriages fell into despair, several standing figures suddenly appeared on the road ahead.

"White Knife!" the young man suddenly shouted.

"What?" Uncle Seven in front was also awakened, and then saw the group of people wearing white clothes and long swords on their belts.

This group of people have fair skin, blue pupils, black hair and cold faces. They are the patrol team on the border that specializes in killing phantom monsters.

Seeing a large group of evil spirits approaching from behind the carriage, the small group of seven people immediately became alert and placed their hands on the hilts of their swords at their sides. After the carriage rushed past, they immediately moved sideways a few steps, blocking the center of the road.

Faced with these white-clothed men blocking the road, the running evil spirits rushed forward with a fishy wind and pounced on them fiercely, with their long fangs emitting a cold and bloody light.

In the blink of an eye, just as these evil spirits pounced on them, sharp cold knives were pulled out of their sheaths and swung around. A cold and elegant arc of light like a crescent moon flashed by, directly cutting these ferocious demons into pieces of flesh and blood, which fell from the sky.

A thin strip of white cloth was wrapped around the handle to prevent it from slipping. Threads of blood rolled down the sharp blade and dripped onto the edge of the road.

But the demons continued to swarm forward, one after another, trying to bite and devour these living creatures. Rather than being fearless, it would be more appropriate to describe them as crazy and irrational.

Just like that, cold and beautiful crescent moons flashed across the wilderness, and these patrols dressed in white, half human, half demon, began to fight with these evil spirits.

As dusk approached, under the dark, moonless sky, blood flowers flew up along with the long sword, gradually dyeing the white clothes red, until no more evil spirits could breathe in the wilderness.