In the frigid lands, after my exile, I began to slay demons and monsters.

Chapter 15 Fierce Battle Against the Crow Demon Envoy

【Tuanzi, can they win?】Through the screen, Ning Xiaoxi looked at the group of enthusiastic constables in the side hall. The human race is weak, while the demon race has demonic magic to support them. Can they really fight against the demons with just this little trick?

"Host, you must have confidence. Although ordinary humans lack the power to support us, you see they can grasp the weaknesses of demons and attack in a targeted manner; they are not reckless. Moreover, Ding You is right, this ghost messenger is indeed newly formed and not yet a force to be reckoned with. With everyone's concerted efforts, we will definitely succeed." The little dumpling became more and more excited as it spoke, as if it could already see the scene of the raven ghost messenger being destroyed. Its chubby face shone with excitement.

Ding You took a deep breath, gripped his long sword tightly, and led several carefully selected brothers out of the post station like arrows released from a bow, feigning a breakout. He deliberately roared loudly to attract the attention of the Cold Crow Ghost Messenger. His voice sounded particularly loud and heroic in the silent night sky, but it could not hide a trace of tension within it.

Enraged by this provocation, the crows—fifty or sixty in number—abandoned their encirclement of the post station and instead swarmed towards Ding You and his companions. Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust, and the flapping of their broad wings stirred up gusts of eerie, cold wind.

Ding You brandished his longsword, slashing at several approaching raven spirits. Those raven spirits struck by the blade dissipated into wisps of black smoke, only to re-form and charge forward again. Ding You and his companions feigned defeat, unable to break through the encirclement, and began a retreating battle.

His steps appeared hurried, but in reality, they were methodical. Following a pre-designed route, he gradually led the crow messengers back to the tung oil array within the post station. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he was oblivious, his eyes fixed on the messengers' movements, trying to see if he could spot their true forms among them.

The brothers beside him were all focused, cooperating with Ding You, occasionally letting out feigned cries of terror, making the Cold Crow Ghost Envoy even more convinced that they were trapped and unable to break out. The Cold Crow Ghost Envoys gathered in greater and greater numbers, and even the Cold Crows that had originally stayed in the courtyard couldn't help but swarm towards the entrance. The dense black figures almost covered the sky above, and their cawing was deafening.

Ding You and the others slashed at the crows surging towards the door with their swords, retreating in coordinated steps. The smell of tung oil grew stronger, and the area on the ground shimmering with a faint, eerie light gradually drew closer. His heart was in his throat, but he forced himself to remain calm, his long sword flashing through the air, trying not to arouse the crow demons' suspicion. At this moment, he had disregarded life and death, his only thought being to lure these evil demons into a trap and eliminate these invading monsters.

The crow demons, who had arrogantly pounced on Ding You and his group, did not expect to follow them into the tung oil trap.

Ding You suddenly swung his long sword forcefully and shouted, "Run!"

The men closely following Ding You simultaneously brandished their waist knives, scattering the crows in front of them, and then took several large strides to rush out of the tung oil circle.

"boom!"

Flames shot skyward, and in an instant, scorching tongues of fire danced in the air, swiftly engulfing the descending crow demons.

The constables and postmen who had been hiding under the eaves of the nearby house began to pour tung oil into the sky. When the tung oil in mid-air touched the sparks, flames flew up and filled the entire courtyard with tongues of fire.

The crow demons trapped by the tung oil suddenly raised their eerie cries, becoming so sharp they seemed to pierce eardrums, echoing desperate wails in the night sky. Layer upon layer of crow demons turned into black smoke and dissipated in the flames.

They flapped their wings frantically, their once orderly ranks now in complete disarray. The chilling aura around them was now chaotic and rapid, the dark mist swirling and swirling like disturbed miasma. Their eyes, which had once gleamed with an eerie red light, were now filled with terror and panic, their usual cunning and ferocity completely gone as they looked around.

Their feathers, stained with tung oil, became wet and heavy, their once graceful forms becoming clumsy and awkward. They then turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air, no longer able to reform as smoke after being cut by a knife, but truly vanishing into the air.

They collided and shoved each other. One of the crows accidentally bumped into its fellow crow and was angrily pecked. But it didn't bother to retaliate and just struggled desperately. Flames leaped and swept over anything that touched it, giving it no chance at all.

As the torches drew closer, their flickering flames reflecting the distorted faces of the raven demons, their eyes were filled with the fear of death. They seemed to foresee their tragic end, being consumed by the flames and reduced to nothingness, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Ding You, who had been guarding the side, noticed that among the constantly dissipating swarm of crow demons, there was a slightly larger crow that was struggling to fly into the sky, surrounded and piled up by a group of crow demons. The layers of crows around it were being consumed by the flames.

No sooner said than done, Ding You swiftly threw the tung oil bucket in his hand at the crow.

"Whoosh~"

With a "boom," flames burst into flames in mid-air.

"quack!!!"

A piercing scream rang out, and everyone around froze, feeling a chill creep up from the depths of their souls.

A ball of flame blazed up, and the heavy wings could no longer carry it away. Its scarlet eyes suddenly turned and stared at Ding You, who had splashed tung oil on it.

"Whoosh!!!" A plume of smoke carrying thick smoke rushed toward Dingyou, seemingly determined to take him down with it.

"Ding Tou'er, be careful."

The constables standing on either side of Dingyou simultaneously swung their waist knives at the ball of flame.

Ding You also quickly threw the tung oil bucket in his hand towards the ball of flame.

"quack!"

"boom!"

A shrill scream rang out, and the flame suddenly went out. The tung oil barrel exploded from the inside, and a cloud of cold mist dodged the slashes of the two knives and rushed upwards to Ding You's front.

A chill ran through Ding You's right hand and quickly spread to his right side.

"Snapped!"

A thick wooden stick struck the icy surface.

"Click-clack!"

"Splash!"

"boom!"

A sound like ice shattering rang out, and a dark, raven-like object fell heavily to the ground, then fell silent.

"Officer Ding?" The postmaster threw down his wooden stick and was about to reach out to help him when he saw that the hand of the constable who had been supporting Officer Ding was also beginning to be stained with white ice.

"Lord Postmaster, please don't touch me! This is a curse of ice!" The ice on Ding You's body lingered below his neck, but he was already half-paralyzed, and even the constable who was supporting him was affected by the cold. Although he let go in time, his entire arm was frozen solid.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and the chill was biting.

The postmaster's face changed drastically. "What... what should we do?"