Almost forgot, Sweet Potato Shao is also a young woman devoted to progress...

For the past few years, she has not forgotten to improve herself.

It's just that while others pursue realms or more mysterious and profound dharma methods, Sister Gua's path is a bit different.

She seeks destruction...

Perhaps it was this determination that made her think first of creating such a grand "Magic".

Looking up, she saw three paper men hovering eerily, crossing the human head formation, drifting towards Menghu Pass.

In that rolling black mist, more and more floating or ground-bound human heads were starting to turn with their movement, and as they began to shift their gazes bit by bit, the entire human head formation moved towards Menghu Pass.

Reverse the formation center, lead the formation into the pass.

Sweet Potato Shao didn't think about destroying the human head formation; she simply wanted to send it where it belonged.

Where there's revenge, there's a debtor, and the one who killed these civilians was actually the God-given King, only it's foul sorcery that's bound the souls, causing these heads to look outward, never inward to the pass.

This way, the resentful souls can't find the ones who harmed them, thus unable to avenge themselves.

Just like a fierce ghost, if it can't find its enemy, it would vent its resentment on innocent people.

This is the inherent trait of "souls", which the Xinghun Sect understands best.

"Redirect the resentful gaze, who on the opposing side has such skill to break the formation?"

At Menghu Pass, there had always been someone watching, but no one expected the opposition to break the formation this quickly and fiercely. As the gong sounded, many magicians roused from their quarters, hurriedly rushing over to observe.

The tattered elderly man who initiated the formation was already drenched in cold sweat, puzzled by how the opposition had managed such a feat.

The deadly aspect of the human head formation is that no one can enter it. Once inside, one is targeted by the heads and enveloped by resentment. Under the daunting pressure of this resentment, even an army of ten thousand would struggle to withstand its demand.

Yet the opposition merely used three light paper men to bear the weight of ten thousand resentful souls?

Logically, the deeper into the formation one goes, the greater the pressure, making it impossible for anyone to breach the entirety of the human head formation.

But now looking, not only has the opposition breached it, those banner bearers even started jogging...

"Ancestor Qian, it's that trouble-maker from Quzhou back in the day..."

Amid the chaos, someone shouted: "The disciples returning from Zaozi Ridge said they saw her, that demoness who should be skinned and gutted ten thousand times; she's now with the Food Protection Army, coming along using her paper man skills, her real trump card..."

"It's her?"

This ancestor who had initiated the human head formation, played the advisor role in the army.

But placed on West Mountain Road, he was a notable figure, having served as Hall Officer under the Impermanence Li Family in his earlier years. Later on, due to his age, he bribed the Impermanence Messenger and thus survived.

Now he's nearly the foremost person on West Mountain Road besides the Impermanence Li Family's Hall Officer, but upon hearing it's that demoness, his face paled drastically.

Normally, he would first assess the situation; now, however, there was no time.

He could only scream hoarsely: "Quick, call the Eleven Gates, the demoness is here, join me in casting magic!"

With his shout, figures dashed out frantically from all around, some not even properly dressed, yet carrying or dragging, or having disciples lift them, as they hauled large boxes up to the pass, lining them up.

Curiously, despite the growing commotion inside the pass, neither the God-given King nor the Futu Army had made a move yet.

"Go!"

The arriving eleven were prominent figures on West Mountain Road.

Originally, there were fourteen, but having grudges earlier with others, their entire families got slaughtered.

Not to mention, it happened gruesomely.

But now, as they acted together, it appeared impressive. Those boxes were opened one by one, their contents tossed out with a clatter.

As they jointly burned incense and chanted, the box's contents unfolded to reveal paper-crafted bridges, towers, trees, courtyards, even delicate small figures, and mountain-like shapes.

Lightly landing, they set up paper on the ground, white and rustling, stirred by the breeze.

From afar, it looked eerie yet somewhat delightful.

This is a skill to deceive ghosts, a pre-conceived magical method before setting up the human head formation, a contingency of the head formation.

Xuan paper for the casing, willow twigs for the framework, despite being paper-crafted, the masters from the Punishment Soul Sect used them to deceive, appearing real to live eyes, but to resentful ghosts, they appeared genuine.

Refined by their meticulous crafting, hiding ancient items from all sects within, working in unison, they could disrupt the resentful ghosts' senses, making them believe they've reincarnated.

"Heh, using such skills before me?"

On the other side of the human head formation, obscured to others by the dark mist, Er Guotou could see the movement in front of Menghu Pass, chuckled coldly, and was about to make a move, cast magic to burn down the tattered setup before the enemy pass.

Unexpectedly, as he just intended to act, he saw Sweet Potato Shao wave her hand: "No need."

She squinted at the opposite side, coldly smiling: "If that's all the means you have, how could you be the matriarch of your clan?"