Night of Despair-Chapter 408: Four million six hundred thousand spirits, four

"Execute immediately, save as many as we can." The commanding representative from Yasong Official’s side stood up, making a decisive decision and issuing the order with a slam of his hand.

When it came to the ordinary people, it was he who made the decisions. As for the magicians, they all looked to Yu Hong.

"There are twenty-six minutes left, which is roughly the time I estimated. If we don’t send out that Immortal General and the Cai Jing Taoist, who are capable of continuously using instantaneous movement to rapidly approach this location," Yu Hong said, "Everyone, start guiding the civilians to evacuate immediately!!"

"Lian Yunzi, if the Spirit Disaster Army attacks, you’ll be responsible for buying time," he said to Lian Yunzi.

"...Yes!" Lian Yunzi gritted his teeth and could only bow his head.

"Let’s begin. Gentlemen." Yu Hong said no more.

He turned and left the command hall.

Outside, airplanes continuously took off into the sky, departing towards distant places.

It was clear that these were the high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants who had received the news in advance.

However, several of these planes were struck by meteors from Feixia and exploded in mid-air.

These meteors were not in straight lines; they could freely bend and move, each enclosing groups of three-eyed golden armored dragon-men, resembling spaceships descending from the sky.

Yu Hong exited the command hall and first found his master, Yu Mo, to have him pack up and gather at the Taoist Temple.

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Then he alerted the higher-ups of the Spirit Alliance including Qing Huang, the remaining Nine Sects’ Sect Masters, the Golden Light Taoist, and the others.

Additionally, he individually notified Cheng Shu and various other magicians to get in place.

Ten minutes later, nearly ninety percent of the people notified at Qingchen Temple had arrived.

"Where is Ku Chan!?" Yu Hong entered the courtyard, only to find that Ku Chan was not there.

As a top genius of the Heavenly Master level, his self-created Daoist Skills could even directly devour lower-level spirits of the Spirit Disaster to replenish himself, sustaining him in battle.

Naturally, he hoped such a top-level talent wouldn’t perish so easily.

"He and Long Qingzi went together, saying they didn’t want to flee the battle," Lian Yunzi said with a sigh.

"Let him be," Yu Hong had no response, unable to forcibly command someone who no longer feared death, even with his mastery of Spirit Light.

"His entire family died at the hands of the Spirit Disaster, and unlike us, hiding well and sustaining through battle is indeed better for him than hiding away," said the silent Taoist.

"All right." Yu Hong wasted no more words and scanned the people present.

Lian Yun’s group of three, the four Sect Leaders, and their close disciples totaled more than ten people.

At Qingchen Temple, a group of old Taoists and disciples added up to over forty people.

Then there were over thirty old members of the Spirit Light Alliance, such as Cheng Shu.

All together, nearly a hundred people were present—these were the essence of the magicians remaining in the Yasong region of the world for the short term.

"This place... there’s no hope left..." Yu Hong waved his hand, releasing a technique to seal the whole Taoist Temple, preventing sound from leaking out.

"I have an option, to take you away from here, to a place with extremely low temperature, but relatively safer than here. Who wants to come with me!?" he said solemnly.

"Safe? Is there still such a place now!?" the silent Taoist questioned.

"I can’t take too many people, so only those of you present have the right to choose. To go or not, you have two minutes to consider," Yu Hong said, not heeding the doubt and continuing.

"....."

The crowd quieted down, seeing the serious look on Yu Hong’s face, nobody thought he was joking.

At this critical juncture, as the leader of the Spirit Alliance, he surely knew it was not a time for jokes, so this retreat, this so-called relatively safe place, was most likely real.

"Can’t we bring more people?" Yu Hen asked somberly.

"...." Yu Hong shook his head.

His Black Ship was only so big, and the space it could accommodate was extremely limited.

An ineffable silence fell.

Everyone seriously pondered over this choice.

Whether to hide with everyone in the underground nuclear protection facilities, or to go with the Alliance Leader to a completely unknown so-called safe place.

Not long after.

Yu Hong spoke up.

"Those who are unwilling can leave now."

Silently, many from the Nine Sects walked out, including the surviving Sect Leaders and the silent Taoist, who did not have complete trust in Yu Hong. Instead of taking a wild gamble with him, it was better to hold on to what they could see.

The leading silent Taoist cupped his fists towards Yu Hong in a salute and silently led the people away.

As these ten or so people left, Lian Yun’s group of three also set off and left.

"I can probably guess what safe place you are talking about, Alliance Leader, but it’s not our time to go yet. If all of us leave and Master manages to break out, no one will be there to receive him after all his struggling, and that would be terrible," the Golden Light Taoist said firmly, cupping his fists at Yu Hong. Together with Yaochen and Lian Yunzi, the three of them left the Taoist Temple.

Suddenly, only those of the Qingchen line and the original members of the Spirit Alliance such as Cheng Shu remained on site.

The top experts had chosen to stay behind.

Yu Hong did not attempt to retain them, sensing from the Spiritual Sensing that those who stayed harbored a subtle willingness towards death.

Be it due to the bonds they carried, out of hatred, or simply out of weariness, they were unwilling to keep fleeing.

Those who were unafraid of even death, naturally paid no heed to his so-called threats of Spirit Light.

However, the other’s words reminded him—had the greatest share of Quan He’s Spirit Light not returned yet? Was it locked away by Heaven, or... could it be that Quan He hadn’t died? Was he just temporarily trapped!?

This thought involuntarily also raised a faint hope in his heart.

Looking at the last figure of Lian Yunzi leaving, the doors of the Taoist Temple slowly closed.

"Now, is no one else leaving?" Yu Hong swept his gaze over the crowd. "Then release your Spirit Light, protect yourselves. Follow me!"

He took the lead to turn around, heading towards the room where he practiced and retreated. Shortly after, he entered through the opened door.

Yu Hen, Yu Mo, and the other senior Taoists nodded and promptly conjured their Spirit Light, following him inside.

Cheng Shu and the others also released silver light with determined faces and followed suit.

The remaining seventy-plus people filed in one by one, forming a long line as they streamed into the room.

Strangely, as soon as everyone entered the room, they found themselves in a deep, dense Black Disaster Fog.

"Is this... Black Disaster Fog?!" Qing Huang at the forefront, realized the situation and recognized it.

He had surrendered his loyalty early and, with his consistent dedication, was already considered a high-level member of the Spirit Alliance.

And there with him was the old slick, Zhao Jingtang.

He surprisingly hadn’t left either.

"It indeed is the fog of the Black Disaster..." Zhao Jingtang quietly murmured while feeling and observing the surroundings, grabbing a wisp of fog in his hand.

As a top-tier Magician of the Seven Fierce Level, he too was almost at the same level as the Nine Sects’ Sect Masters, naturally having his own method of distinction.

"Don’t worry, just follow me." Yu Hong was still making his way through the black fog ahead, while the furnishings in the surrounding rooms were already completely blurred, obscured, and vanished by the fog.

Though they knew they were inside a small bedroom, they felt as if they were moving across an endlessly vast plain of dense fog, experiencing a weird sense of absurdity.

Before long, the sound of a flowing river started emerging from the front.

Everyone looked intently ahead and saw a pitch-black river appear, with a crudely made dock of stone and wood perched over it.

Yu Hong had already walked onto the small wooden bridge of the dock, proceeding deeper into the black fog.

It was with some hesitation that the others followed. But Yu Hong, appearing to have anticipated this, had his own body glowing with thick silver Spirit Light, acting like a lighthouse guiding them.

This light instantly brought a sense of calm to the crowd.

The bright silver light also penetrated the surrounding fog quite a bit, reducing the previous thick sense of mystery and eeriness.

Before long, a massive Black Ship moored at the riverbank materialized in front of Yu Hong.

The ship was of an old model from ancient times, complete with a wooden mast and sails.

Yu Hong leapt aboard, jumping onto the Black Ship and threw down a rope ladder from the deck.

The crowd followed, cautiously climbing up the Black Ship using the rope ladder.

Upon boarding, Yu Mo touched the side of the ship; the damp, slippery sensation made his scalp tingle, and standing at the edge of the ship, he looked down at the surging black river water outside, where seemingly strange and dangerous shadows peered at them through the flowing water.

Creak.

Quickly everyone was aboard, and the Black Ship slightly trembled, emitting the noise of being laden with weight for the first time.

Then it automatically drifted away from the dock, slowly sailing into the depths of the black fog.

"This ship, it seems to be constructed entirely from materials left by Black Disaster Monsters!" Zhao Jingtang suddenly exclaimed.

He squatted on the deck, tapping lightly on the ground and listening to the sound it returned.

"According to the latest classification by the Spirit Alliance, this deck, is made from at least Nightmare Level strength Black Disaster Monster bones, ground and processed... I have used this material before."

"Nightmare Level, corresponds to which level of Spirit Disaster?" the elder Taoist Yu Hen asked.

"The Cai Jing Taoist alone is roughly at Nightmare Level. I have studied this category; it spans a wide range, from ordinary Three-eyed Dragon Men, to incomplete Colorful Mirrors, then to complete Colorful Mirrors, with a tens-fold difference in the strength of their Dao Breath," Zhao Jingtang explained.

He was well aware that among all the people on the ship, his status was probably the lowest, the least trustworthy, so making a good relationship with the senior Taoists like Yu Hen and Yu Mo was his first priority.

"Colorful Mirror..." Everyone trembled at the word.

Looking down at the black deck under their feet again, they suddenly felt it exuded mystery and danger from every part.

"This ship was originally a private property of an ordinary ship owner, but later it was modified by a powerful force into a special ship capable of sailing through the Black Disaster, so don’t panic, we are now safe...."

Yu Hong stood at the bow, turning back to explain to everyone.

But before he could finish speaking, a vast expanse of black fog behind him rapidly dispersed, and a huge Taoist wearing a golden crown silently emerged from the fog, his face half as big as the Black Ship.

The Taoist, with an iron blue face devoid of expression, had two golden flames burning in his eyes, staring down at the people on the ship.

Yu Hong, sensing something was wrong, saw the shocked and astonished expressions of the crowd and abruptly turned around.

"munaendiyasangluo...."

The immense face of the Taoist began to recite an unfamiliar Mantra and True Word.

A great burst of grey fog rushed from his mouth and nose, forcibly invading the black fog, completely encircling the Black Ship.

A force comparable to a complete Cai Jing Taoist’s terrifying Spiritual Suppression crashed down, slamming hard onto the people on the ship.

Crack.

Fine cracks started to appear on the body of the Black Ship. Some old, decayed parts began to crumble away.

The entire ship also started to slowly take on water.

"What kind of Spirit Disaster is this?!" Pale-faced, Qing Huang braced his Spirit Light, struggling to look forward.