Not only were they defeated, but they were defeated so miserably and desolately.
Now, they could only flee.
They were all dead. The ghost general with tens of thousands of Dao Intent Inscriptions was as fragile as paper in front of Yang Chen, like a child torn apart effortlessly.
They could only escape.
But, could they be saved by fleeing?
Well, they had to ask Yang Chen for permission first.
As the three ghost generals were about to escape, Yang Chen's figure emerged.
"The Hand of the Giant Golden Bell."
In the blink of an eye, with the Hand of the Giant Golden Bell, they were suppressed again.
When the three ghost generals turned around, they tried to resist Yang Chen's Hand of the Giant Golden Bell, but the result was tragic.
Boom!
The sound echoed, and the voices of the three ghost generals lingered in the sky.
"Lord Nine Yin, save us."
