When Loran Hill arrived, the fat man was no longer in human form. His body was covered with lacerations and there was a big hole in his stomach. Blood was flowing out like water.

The light in her pupils shifted from light blue to emerald green, and then a gentle breeze blew by, pushing away the vicious dogs that were pressing on the fat man. Then, strands of light blue light merged into his wounds to stop the bleeding.

It's a shame I haven't yet mastered the Angel Sequence or the Demon Sequence. These two sequences are more adept at emergency treatment like this. The girl sighed inwardly, then pulled a few seeds from her sleeve and scattered them on the ground. Under the influx of the magical power of the Nature Sequence, these seeds quickly sprouted green buds and began to grow. Soon, several rare herbs began to bloom and bear fruit.

Loran Hill's palm emitted a faint light, reflecting the unripe fruits, causing them to gradually turn from green to yellow, from yellow to red, and from red to purple.

Then, ripe fruits fell into Loranhill's hands.

Use a gentle airflow to lift these fruits, and then a few sharp air blades flash by, cutting them into several pieces and letting the juice flow out. Then, use the same method to extract the juice and leaves from several other herbs.

After chopping the ingredients into small pieces and mixing them together, she used her magic to ignite a small flame, roasting the mixed liquid, and then a faint medicinal fragrance emanated from it.

Finally, a dozen purple-red pills took shape and solidified in Loran Hill's hands.

[Heart-Consolidating and Blood-Activating Potion] (Perfect Silver Level): An advanced version of the Blood-Activating Potion, which can be used to replenish large amounts of blood loss, heal wounds, and speed up recovery.

With a casual move, three of the pills fell into the fat man's mouth. After that, Loran Hill thought about it, and asked his companion on the other side to get a pot of water, poured it into his mouth, and let him swallow it.

"You two stay here to look after this man, and the rest of you follow me." The girl commanded the group of black-clothed ghost-masked men who had just arrived, asking them to send a few people to guard the villagers, and then led the remaining seventeen people to the bottom of the mountain road.

The group of black dogs just now were just the vanguard, not all the demons. Those powerful demons and ghosts often let these black dogs run ahead, looking for living creatures around, and then they would just follow.

After arriving at a mountain stream, Loran Hill stopped and looked down at the monsters rushing up below.

These monsters are almost all undead creatures, with strange and ugly shapes. Many of them are transformed from corpses, half human and half ghost, which is very scary. Among them, there are also some ghosts that appear and disappear from time to time, making silent screams.

This is a really big scene...

The girl sighed inwardly, slowly reaching behind her back to grasp the hilt of the warm wooden sword. Meanwhile, beside this stunning girl, ghost-faced men in black also placed their hands on the swords at their waists, ready to strike.

Suddenly, a dark blue flame streaked across the night sky in a long arc, slashing towards the oncoming monsters, slicing several of them in half. Then, the dark blue flame licked up, burning them clean.

But this was only a part of this group of demons. More monsters took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward, like an endless wave of black and red flesh and blood.

They emerged from the cracks in the ground. They were the products of the broken cave in the former Yama Palace. They absorbed the mixed Nine Netherworld magic power in the dragon veins, making them even more powerful. Even if they were killed, they would continue to appear year after year.

These ghostly monsters are the source of disaster and fear in the Sunset Mountains, bringing countless sorrows and separations to this land.

After seeing the leading girl take action, the other demon-slaying messengers beside her followed suit. Cold arcs of the moon emerged in the night, briefly illuminating the surroundings, and then slew the corpses of the monsters in front of them.

Loran Hill stood on one of the boulders, holding the Fire Wu Sword in his hand. The Nine Netherworld Magic Power surged out from the palm of his wrist, then wrapped around the wooden sword and covered it upwards. The original red flame burning on the wooden sword was also infected by this magic power, gradually turning into a cold blue.

The special magic power of killing and purifying souls gradually seeped into the sword and slowly merged with its original structure, making it more lethal against these monsters.

When facing these undead monsters or corpses, ordinary attacks may not be effective. Sometimes, even if you cut them in two, you may not be able to kill them.

Their form of existence is different from that of other living things. Their living bodies are sometimes just more flexible and powerful. If damaged, although their strength will be weakened, they will not die directly.

A dead body can still stand up and fight under the magic power of the Undead Order, just like controlling its own corpse. This is the power of the Undead Order. It is also the reason why the strong men of other orders have been so wary of it for thousands of years.

Unless their body is completely destroyed or their soul is killed directly, it cannot be considered as killing a powerful creature of the Undead Sequence, and they can still survive.

It was precisely because of this strength that the Purple Vine Crescent Banner of the Mercury Dynasty was able to push back the Orc Empire that ruled most of the land, defeat the three arrogant and powerful elves, and ultimately lay the tone for human rule over the world.

However, with the changes of the times and the passage of time, people are gradually unwilling to mention such past events, and the extraordinary people in the Undead Order have gradually become a minority in the world.

After completing the transformation and charging, Loran Hill rose gracefully, his figure as nimble as a swallow, directly landing in the seething demonic beast's spirit. His dark blue longsword danced as he weaved through the demons, leaving behind trails of azure flames, annihilating one ferocious and frenzied corpse monster after another.

The agile figure and the flashing sword light are like music played at night, or like butterflies dancing in the night.

About half an hour later, the mountain stream under the night sky finally quieted down.

Black and red corpses piled up in the cracks of rocks and on the mountain road, with blood and flesh scattered everywhere. The originally dry soil was soaked by the rich blood, becoming black, red and muddy.

A man in black with a ghost mask trudged through the sea of ​​blood and corpses with difficulty. His boots stepped on one pool of blood after another, stirring up waves of bloody mud and dripping waves of blood.

Finally, he stopped in front of a huge, hideous head, raised his head, and looked up at the girl standing on top of the corpses.

The girl had a slender figure, looking like a willow, and the long sword hanging by her side was still dripping with fascinating black blood.

So frail, yet so strong, the figure behind the silver hair stood there. Although the face could not be seen, the hint of white chin was captivating, making people fall into deep intoxication and admiration.

Before, these demon-slaying messengers were still somewhat unwilling to accept the promise, but now no one dared to look directly at the girl. They lowered their proud heads one by one, stood quietly behind her, and waited for her instructions.