"Bewitched creature, meet your end!"
Zhao Ming's eyes reddened with fury as the Peach Wood Sword transformed into a crimson arc, thrusting towards a charging red-skinned Ghost Soldier.
The sword tip pierced the Ghost Soldier's shoulder, emitting a sizzling sound, black smoke rising as the Ghost Soldier screamed in pain, its movements slowed.
But another One-Horned Ghost Soldier was already closing in from the side, its sharp claws carrying a rancid wind targeting Zhao Ming's back!
"Decree! Five Thunders Body Protection!"
Another older cultivator hurriedly tossed several Yellow Talismans, the talisman papers bursting into clusters of weak electric light in the air, barely forcing back two nearby Ghost Soldiers, though he himself was shaken, blood surging, his face deathly pale.
The cultivator holding the Compass was exerting all efforts to activate it, attempting to form a barrier to interfere with Sha Qi, yet he was heavily surrounded by multiple Ghost Soldiers, peril looming.
