"It's him!"
A member of the Yellow Turban Army pointed at Ding Ling, his face filled with fear, and said:
"General Ren Gong, he is the one who killed Marshal Zhang and Marshal Hex!"
'Just a mere little ghost!'
Zhang Liang looked sideways, unable to believe:
"How is it possible?!"
'I would never dare deceive General Ren Gong. If the general doesn't believe me, he can ask others.'
The ghost soldier said in a panic.
"No need to ask."
Zhang Liang continued riding swiftly, as usual, without stopping. He pointed his long spear at Ding Ling and shouted:
"Just a mere little ghost, with no ghostly aura, yet able to turn the tide against marshals, he must be relying on some kind of Divine Object! The power from that Divine Object must be limited. Charge at him, and once he's exhausted the energy, he'll be like a lamb waiting for us to slaughter!"
"Kill him!"
With Zhang Liang's order.
The ghost generals around him accelerated and charged out.
