"Walking ghosts claim to reverse yin and yang, move mountains and seas, but when it comes to mobilizing mountains and summoning the earth, my Witchcraft sect reigns supreme with the Five Ding Mountain Opening Skill!"

Amid the vast mountains, the King of Chaos personally beats the drum, awakening the mountains, feeling entirely at ease.

Under his command, an army of a hundred thousand is divided into five groups, delving deep into the mountains, each guarding a domain.

Their guarded domains are the five strategic points of the vast mountains.

According to folklore, there are snakes in the mountains, regarded as Snake Gods, or Mountain Ghosts, born from the mountains themselves.

Half of them reside in the mountains, half outside. If a Warrior finds the snake's tail and pulls with all his might, the mountains will shake and a path will open through the dense forests, hence the Five Ding Mountain Opening Skill's origin.

Ordinary people cannot perceive this unseen mountain snake, but the Witchcraft sect's magic can awaken this invisible snake with the beat of the Evil Heart Drum, spewing poisonous mist, devouring countless people.

Likewise, to awaken and control this snake for devouring, one must beware of the snake's backlash.

Thus, when the Evil Heart Drum beats, a hundred thousand troops are stationed at the snake's vitals: the seven-inch mark, neck, valley gate, chest cavity, and tail spine, acting as five nails to pin the mountain snake, enabling it to devour without backlashing.

This Evil Heart Drum and Awakening Mountain Skill are the King of Chaos's keys to invincibility.

In terms of brave troops and horses, he falls short of the Northern Long-winning King and Long Hero King. For absolute obedience, he lags behind the King of Mingzhou. In strange skills, he falls behind the Fuyao King. In sinister malice, he is not as fierce as Prince Changping.

But with the Awakening Mountain Skill, he can remain undefeated, feeling confident in ultimately conquering the world.

Originally, his plan was to sit and guard the Southern Border, waiting for the Northern world to weaken in mutual conflict. Then, he would lead his forces out to seize the fruit, winning the battle and stabilizing his reign.

If defeated, he could retreat to the mountains, remaining unthreatened. But later, the Zhu Family's elder issued a command, forcing him to act prematurely, joining the campaign against the King of Mingzhou.

But no matter what, as long as he is in the vast mountains, no one can harm him.

Even his soldiers feel this battle is overwhelmingly easy, simply positioning themselves in five areas. The vast mountains naturally engulf any invaders, making it easier than farming or gathering herbs.

This simplicity ensures even stronger defense from his forces.

One two-hour span ago, amidst the forest, Sweet Potato conducted her magic, using incense-burning and scattering paper money, conjuring thick mists, summoning little ghosts to carry sedan chairs.

They diligently followed the gu insects released by Monkey Wine, traversing yin and yang, using the path of the underworld, directly reaching the five well-guarded points, targeting the seven-inch, then the valley gate, and finally the chest cavity, attacking chaotically.

No effect!

"Can't break through, can't break through!"

Sweet Potato, frustrated, couldn't help but worry.

Her five hundred Cloth Army, though conjured accidentally, was formidable, using ghosts to transport, striking unpredictably, traversing a thousand miles at night, raising white flags, utilizing the night to unleash ghost armies on the enemy.

Yet the five crucial mountain points, each with over twenty thousand troops, soaked in malevolent energy, were filled with mountain people accustomed to strange events, bolder than ordinary folk.

Sweet Potato's large wound-up gestures led to little ghosts running chaotically, with white flags swaying, ghostly winds howling, filling the air with ghostly cries and disturbances, enough to terrify ordinary people. But the King of Chaos's troops, undeterred, repelled them with offerings of dog blood and wolf smoke, blocking each surprise attack.

"Saving people, why is it so difficult?"

Since entering the jianghu, Sweet Potato had never encountered such a setback, bringing her to the verge of tears.

Monkey Wine, her old friend, only tasked her with a small mission—to drive them out of the mountains and secure their lives. Yet it's so challenging?

Indeed, harming is easier...

"Biggest problem with being kind-hearted..."

The nearby little ghosts gathered, offering advice.

"We're not good at tough battles, but we're skilled at other things. Should we all run to the mountain ridge, catching the wind to blow them away, carrying off their fortune and souls?"

"Or we brothers could urinate upstream, letting them taste little ghost footwash, ensuring lifelong poverty."

"During the night, let's send them dreams, a few capable ones, seven or eight visits per night, ensuring they're unable to rise the next day..."

"..."

After hearing these suggestions, Sweet Potato shook her head, "Too slow."

But it opened up creative thinking, looking ahead with a fierce gaze into the mountain basin.

Facing this Mixed World Army is difficult; the little ghosts' winds can't dispel their military malevolence, and luring them out proves futile as they simply obey the King of Chaos's command, unmoved by any disturbance.

Yet an idea formed.

Determined, she firmly stated, "To save them, we might have to annihilate their families..."

Thus, taking advantage of this Mixed World Army's inflexible defense, she led the five hundred Cloth Army, along with thousands of little ghosts, rushing over mountains, causing chaos in outlying villages and counties.

It was unexpectedly easy to find trouble.

South of the vast mountains, countless Witch villages resided. On the plains stood large cities and grand earthen fortresses, housing the wealthy and noble Tusi elders.