The second-to-last ghost soldier felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
“What is it?”
Instinctively, the soldier turned his head to ask.
The moment he turned, he actually saw his own great-grandfather!
“Great-grandfather...”
...
“Ghost General Shi Ge, do you feel like something is a bit off?”
Ghost General Shi Ku, who was walking in front of Shi Ge, asked.
“Yeah, it is a bit weird...”
Ghost General Shi Ge replied, pulling his neck back slightly.
He had been a ghost for so many years, yet he actually felt a chill?
Hearing this, Ghost General Shi Ku couldn't help but look back.
“Holy crap!”
Ghost General Shi Ge’s eyes widened as he let out a startled cry.
He saw black mist billowing behind Shi Ge, and the entire squad of elite ghost soldiers had vanished.
Seeing Shi Ku’s shocked expression, Ghost King Huang Dun couldn't help but look back as well.
“What’s wrong?”
The moment Shi Ge turned to look, his eyes bulged, and he shrieked, “Great-grandmother!”
“Great-grandmother my foot!”
Boom!
In that split second, Ghost General Shi Ku’s figure flickered forward.
He grabbed Ghost General Shi Ge and yanked him back!
Shi Ge felt his legs go weak as he snapped back to his senses; there was no great-grandmother in front of him.
Within the churning black mist behind them, a massive dark shadow rose. Its body was a grotesque patchwork of countless corpses!
A single face was crammed with a multitude of mouths and eyes.
“Urgh...”
Ghost General Shi Ge nearly gagged.
He realized that these hideous ghost-beasts were forcibly stitched together from the ghostly bodies of those soldiers!
“Roar!”
The hideous ghost-beast let out a sky-shaking howl and stomped down toward the ghost generals.
Boom!
Shi Ge and Shi Ku quickly summoned their weapons to block the attack.
The commotion they made also drew the attention of Ghost King Huang Dun and Monk Fa Zhen up ahead.
Seeing the ghost-beasts fighting the generals, Huang Dun noted they were only at the Soul Transformation stage.
Ghost King Huang Dun frowned slightly.
“Is this the danger of this path?”
He felt it was almost too simple!
After all, they had walked for quite a while only to encounter one monster.
Although the ghost soldiers he brought were all lost, the ghost generals were still present.
Monk Fa Zhen scanned the surrounding darkness, feeling that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
“Amitabha. This poor monk feels something is wrong!”
Sure enough, just as Monk Fa Zhen finished speaking, the black mist on both sides of the narrow yellow path began to churn.
“Roar... Roar...”
One massive ghost-beast after another emerged from the black mist.
They looked exactly like the one currently locked in combat with Ghost General Shi Ge.
Seeing the dense crowd of giant ghost-beasts, Ghost King Huang Dun and Monk Fa Zhen’s expressions changed drastically.
If there were only a few, they wouldn't be afraid.
But they couldn't withstand this many Soul Transformation stage ghost-beasts!
“Roar!”
Countless ghost-beasts roared as they charged toward Huang Dun and his group!
Boom! Boom!
In an instant, they were locked in a chaotic battle.
“Why are there so many identical monsters appearing?”
Huang Dun cursed as he fought.
Monk Fa Zhen’s aged face was also filled with gravity.
These monsters were likely copies created by some unknown cause!
However, now was not the time for contemplation.
They had to deal with the situation at hand first.
Yet the monsters seemed endless, their numbers only growing as they were slain!
Fa Zhen’s expression grew even more solemn.
This couldn't go on. If they didn't find a way, they might very well be ground down until they died of exhaustion.
...
While Ghost King Huang Dun was locked in combat with the endless horde...
Suddenly, a beam of golden light pierced through the storm and descended.
“Om!”
Accompanied by a sacred and majestic Buddhist chant.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
One beam of golden light after another shot down, and Sanskrit characters began to manifest.
“Roar!”
In an instant, any ghost-beast touched by the golden light trembled and wailed incessantly as parts of their bodies began to fester and melt.
“Ma!”
“Ni!”
Ghost King Huang Dun looked toward the source of the sound, his heart trembling. “Is this the old monk’s true power?”
As Monk Fa Zhen’s Buddhist chant echoed, a series of yellow defensive barriers visibly formed.
“Pad!”
“Me!”
“Hum!”
Monk Fa Zhen’s eyes were filled with a majestic wrath, and a thousand-foot-tall golden avatar stood behind him.
It was as if a Buddha had descended upon the world, its pressure sweeping in all directions.
A barrier made of Buddhist light enveloped Ghost King Huang Dun and the ghost generals.
Even though they were protected by the light, the Ghost King still felt incredibly uncomfortable in its presence.
He wasn't the only one; the other ghost generals felt the same way.
It was clear that this golden light was specifically designed to target vengeful spirits and ghosts like them.
With the protection of the Buddhist light, the monsters could only stand within the black mist, roaring in frustration.
...
While Ghost King Huang Dun and his group encountered the ghost-beasts, the other ghost kings faced similar situations.
All of them were desperately trying to find ways to deal with the onslaught.
...
Lu Ming and his group had circled the area but found nothing.
“That’s strange. Why is there nothing here?” Lu Ming wondered.
“How have those guys not come out yet? Is it really that hard to fight off some ghost claws?” Big Yellow said, wagging its tail.
Hearing Big Yellow’s words, Lu Ming’s eyes flickered with thought. Could it be because those guys haven't come out yet?
Is that why the next stage hasn't refreshed?
In any case, there was no rush. Why not wait and see what the ghost kings did when they finally emerged?
Perhaps they knew something more about the situation?
Suddenly, he remembered that after Huang Tianbao collected the ghost claws, a yellow object had flown into his body.
With that in mind, he turned to Huang Tianbao.
“Old Third, when we came out, it looked like a streak of yellow light flew into you. What was that? See if it’s of any use...”
Hearing Lu Ming’s words, Huang Tianbao also remembered something flying into his sea of consciousness.
Immediately, Huang Tianbao closed his eyes and sank his divine sense into his sea of consciousness.
There, he saw a yellow orb of light.
Huang Tianbao frowned, not understanding what it was.
After a moment of hesitation, he decided to try refining it.
He began to use his divine sense to refine the yellow orb.
Huang Tianbao soon discovered that this thing was actually the control authority for the narrow yellow path they had just traversed.
After a bit of thought, he refined it directly into the shape of a token.
Once the token was formed, Huang Tianbao recalled a phrase Lu Ming had mentioned on the path, and a smirk played across his lips.
He directly carved three characters onto the token: “Yellow Springs Road.”
The moment the token was completed...
Boom!
Huang Tianbao felt the authority of the Yellow Springs Road fall entirely into his hands.
At the same time, Ghost King Huang Dun and the others, who were still in the middle of their life-and-death struggle, suddenly felt the scenery around them shift.
To their shock, they found themselves outside the Yellow Springs Road. The narrow yellow path before them was gone.
The endless monsters had vanished as well.
However, all the ghost soldiers the ghost kings had brought were dead!
The survivors were covered in wounds and utterly exhausted.
Only Ghost King Huang Dun was in slightly better shape, as the protective barrier Monk Fa Zhen had raised shattered the moment they emerged.
Monk Fa Zhen’s face was also deathly pale, and he looked as though he might collapse at any moment.
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