160: Chapter 160 Observing the Army Formation, Vigilance Arises; Night Infiltration of Enemy Camp Leads to Encounter with the Demon King

The next morning, before the sky had fully brightened, a dull and long horn sound came from far outside Black Wind City, breaking the silence before dawn.

That horn sound was bleak and powerful, carrying a bloodthirsty aura belonging to the wilderness, as if an ancient giant beast was waking from its slumber, letting out its first roar.

"They are here."

Ye Qing pushed open the door, leaped onto the roof of his private courtyard, and looked toward the west.

He saw that on the distant horizon, a dark mass of figures, like a tide, was slowly advancing toward Black Wind City.

That mass of figures was dense and boundless, stretching as far as the eye could see, like a moving black forest spreading across the land.

As those figures approached, the earth began to tremble slightly, as if thousands of troops and horses were marching forward at the same time.

In the air, a thick, nauseating Demonic Qi filled the space, mixed with the scent of dust and blood, forming an invisible pressure that shrouded Black Wind City.

On the city walls, alarm signals blared loudly.

Countless Cultivators, like ants, swarmed onto the city wall, and the lights of various Magic Treasures began to flicker and shine.

The entire Black Wind City, like a giant awakened from sleep, quickly entered the highest level of combat readiness.

Ye Qing stood on the roof, his gaze sharp, looking out at the Yao Race army slowly approaching in the distance.

This Yao Race army was larger and more disciplined than any he had seen before.

The army was divided into neat phalanxes based on different races, advancing in an orderly fashion under the command of their respective leaders.

There were Rock Giant clansmen several zhang tall with skin as rough as granite; Rhino Yao wearing heavy armor and holding giant shields; Shadow Wolf tribes known for their swift, ghost-like movements; and Harpies flying high in the sky, blotting out the sun...

Every phalanx radiated powerful Demonic Qi fluctuations; clearly, they were the elite of the elite.

In the center of the army, there was a huge black tent carried by several giant mammoths that looked like small hills.

Around the tent, several flags embroidered with the pattern of a golden Lietian Eagle flapped loudly in the wind.

From within that tent, several extremely powerful and terrifying auras faintly emanated; each one was no weaker than a Mid-Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

There was even one aura that was as deep and unmoving as a mountain, unfathomable, as if it had merged with the entire world, exuding a suffocating pressure.

"Is that... Patrol Inspector Lietian?"

Ye Qing's gaze fell upon that black tent, a trace of gravity flashing in his eyes.

He could clearly sense that the most powerful aura had definitely reached the Nascent Soul Late Stage, and it was even possible that it had already touched the threshold of Nascent Soul Perfection!

"He is indeed a tough nut to crack. No wonder he was able to force Ancestor Jiang to self-destruct."

He thought to himself, leaped down from the roof, and returned to his private courtyard.

He did not rush to act, but instead remained in the inn, observing the development of the situation.

Over the next few days, the Yao Race army did not immediately launch an all-out attack. Instead, they methodically set up camp outside the city, built fortifications, and sent out small squads to constantly harass and probe the defenses of Black Wind City.

On the side of Black Wind City, they also did not go out to meet the enemy, but relied on the sturdy city defenses to defend passively.

Both sides seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, both waiting for the best opportunity.

During this time, Ye Qing took the opportunity to thoroughly understand the terrain around Black Wind City and the deployment of the Yao Race army.

He even quietly slipped out of Black Wind City on a dark and windy night, and like a ghost, infiltrated the outer perimeter of the Yao Race army's camp to conduct a close-range reconnaissance.

He saw the true face of the Patrol Envoy, Patrol Inspector Lietian, with his own eyes.

It was a man who looked to be about thirty years old, wearing black armor, with a cold expression and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He sat in the center of the main military tent, discussing matters with several Yao Kings under his command; every gesture he made carried the dignity and dominance of someone in a high position.

"Peak Nascent Soul Late Stage... And there seems to be a trace of... an aura different from ordinary Yao Race on him. Could it be that he also has the Bloodline of some ancient exotic beast flowing in him?"

Ye Qing secretly noted this down, did not alert the enemy, and quietly retreated back to Black Wind City.

He had a premonition that this siege of Black Wind City would soon reach its climax.

And he also needed to prepare for it.