Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 378 - 225: Demon Summoning Banner Appears_3

“From now on, you shall be my second brother’s mount.”

Chen Qing turned his head, then suddenly came back and continued, “By the way, remember what you told me last.”

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Xuan Mang didn’t know how to feel at this moment; Chen Qing could see that Xuan Mang was somewhat conflicted.

Chen Qing reached out and patted Xuan Mang’s shoulder, “Second brother, your mount is dead, I know you’re upset, but we can’t let more people die in battle.”

“You must also take on your own responsibilities and become a true general.”

Xuan Mang finally said, “Alright, I’ll go plant the Dragon Horse Gu and get acquainted with it.”

Chen Qing then waved his hand, “Clean up the battlefield and set off immediately, everyone rests on the tower ship, destination, Heavenly Dragon City!”

With that, everyone resumed their duties, and the entire army began to operate rapidly once more.

Meanwhile, Shu Hao was struggling through the Death Sea.

If it were anything else, Shu Hao wouldn’t need to intervene personally, but this time the little rat demons brought back news that they found a bronze box with an ancient king character on it.

Shu Hao recalled the white rat demon telling him that this seemed to be the King’s Box, and their king was sealed within it.

If he personally risked entering the Death Sea to retrieve the King’s Box, he would surely be valued by the king.

This task could not be left to those little rat demons!

He trudged forward with difficulty, feeling as though a mountain weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Fortunately, he had Bone Shrinking Skills to relieve some pressure, and he used all his strength to move forward until finally seeing an ancient array, at the center of which lay a square bronze box.

The King’s Box, this had to be the King’s Box!

He used all his strength to try to take the King’s Box but couldn’t move it no matter what.

He persevered, feeling that with a little more effort, he could lift it.

But the box was unexpectedly hot, causing his hands to start burning.

…

A day later, the white-haired rat demon looked at the large array, which had been enclosed with bronze bricks to hold the Death Sea above.

The Death Sea was a very strange place; living beings here endured pressure like a mountain, but ordinary items without souls only felt normal water pressure.

The white rat demon kicked the dead Shu Hao, “He died under his own greed.”

“If he had told us earlier and built this underwater tunnel, how could he have died?”

“Give him a proper burial, and by the way, send his wife to my place.”

The white rat demon circled the ancient array and commanded, “Order all Ghost Face Realm members here, gather the entire clan’s strength to open this array and release our king!”

A green-haired rat demon quickly responded, “Yes, my lord, I’ll go now!”

The white rat demon turned and glanced at the green-haired rat demon, “Who are you?”

The green-haired rat demon replied, “My lord, you forgot? I’m the new one!”

The white rat demon inquired, “What is your name again?”

The green-haired rat demon answered, “Fei Lie, my lord, subordinate Fei Lie!”

The white rat demon nodded with a smile, “Okay, also inform the two generals to come here to welcome our king back to his kingdom!”

The green-haired rat demon was overjoyed, “Alright, I’ll go right away!”

After the green-haired rat demon left, the white rat demon looked at the numerous white bones on the ground, all rat demons who had been digging for three hundred years but had their lives taken by the Death Sea.

The rat demon’s corpses now formed a continuous expanse behind him.

Suddenly, there was some shaking in front of him. The white rat demon looked at Shu Hao’s corpse, which trembled.

The white rat demon was startled, stepping back, “A reanimated corpse?”

“Could it be that he’s not dead yet?”

However, the next moment, blood and flesh gathered from Shu Hao’s corpse, slowly condensing into the form of a golden banner.

“Hmm?”

“This is…”

In the next moment, the masses of white bones behind him flowed like a river, converging near the King’s Box, merging into that golden banner, which grew larger as it absorbed them.

The aura of majesty from the banner made him involuntarily kneel, and he used all his strength to look up, eyes filled with fear, “Demon… Summoning… Banner…”

Wangbei City.

The north wind howled, snowflakes danced in the air.

The white snow on the ground had holes melted by blood, staining the snow red.

Li Chonghuan stood on the dark gate of the city, looking out at the dock, beyond which lay wolf corpses as far as the eye could see, numbering no less than two thousand.

Li Chonghuan recalled what Ao Feng once said, “Indeed, thousands upon thousands. Ao Feng, that guy was not exaggerating.”

Including their blood kin under them, there were ten thousand.

Which meant over five thousand Wolf Riders.

Dressed in white, even after several battles, he remained in pristine white, unstained by blood.

Previously, when confronting Chen Qing, he was neither victorious nor defeated.

Later, facing Wushang, he was neither victorious nor defeated.

Now leading four thousand newly entered Death Realm troops against tens of thousands of attacking wolf demons, he was still neither victorious nor defeated.

Ji Dang had taken away eight hundred elite Noble Family’s Sons; when he later entered the Death Realm, he brought these four thousand troops.

The north wind curled the white snow into spirals, and just as Li Chonghuan was about to leave, he suddenly sensed something unusual.

In the next moment, thousands of green eyes lit up in the north, as the wolf riders on their blood kin and their white wolves looked up and howled.

“Awoooo!”

“Awoooo!”

Countless wolf corpses, stirred by the snowstorm, drew towards the center of the vortex.

Many wolf corpses dissolved and merged into the fierce winds, beginning to outline the massive silhouette of a white banner.

In the whistling snowstorm, numerous white wolves made way, and the wolf riders reached out to touch their chests and bowed their heads, leaving an open path.

A young man, looking about twenty-three or twenty-four, with a snow-colored long sword at his waist, draped in a white fox-fur cloak, and his head full of white hair fluttering in the wind.

Riding a giant white wolf with fur as pure as snow, of great height, handsome and extraordinary, he slowly proceeded to the center of the storm.

Many wolf riders chanted his name, “Snow Wolf Lord!”

“Snow Wolf Lord!”

“Snow Wolf Lord!”

The wolf demons, never proclaiming themselves kings out of fear, thus their king was called “Lord.”

Li Chonghuan watched as the whirling center of snow slowly dispersed, revealing a white banner three feet tall, carefully depicting the image of every wolf demon.

“The Demon Summoning Banner appears…”

“The calamity of demons is now unavoidable.”