Chapter Ten: The Spirit Clan Jiang Family

  Guo Fei pondered the method of rotation and inhalation, replenishing the depleted sword shadow heat flow. At this time, the human cavalry and the ghost cavalry collided with each other, the killing cries like thunder, echoing in the setting sun desert.

  Guo Fei really wanted to go to the battlefield to check if he could pick up a few high-level corpses and refine them into corpse soldiers, but he restrained himself. On such a battlefield, once you're not careful, your life might be in danger.

  Gradually, a flow of air similar to the Sword Shadow Heat Flow seemed to pour into his body, replenishing the Sword Shadow Heat Flow. However, after the Sword Shadow Heat Flow was fully replenished, it did not increase any further.

  Kuang Fei continued to spit and take in air, only to discover that the warm flow of air that entered his body through this process instantly vanished within his body, as if it had merged with his skin and bones. This left Kuang Fei perplexed.

  "This world's kung fu is quite mysterious, able to draw in the air currents between heaven and earth into one's body, but there are many things that don't make sense." Guo Fei thought about it, feeling that the mutated soldier token must conform to this world's rules, and this phenomenon must be found in this world's kung fu.

  At this time, the battlefield entered a white heat, and the human cavalry retreated in defeat. Firstly, they failed to seize the initiative and were suppressed by the ghost tribe's cavalry; secondly, their numbers were not as many as the ghost tribe's cavalry; thirdly, the ghost tribe's cavalry had a high concentration of experts, with one-third being Ghost Horse Black Knights, some even reaching the level of Ghost Guards. The human cavalry could not withstand them and was forced to retreat to the foot of the black wall.

  "Grandma's, today's situation is a bit off. The ghost tribe has never sent so many elite troops to the Death Fog Sea. We need to think of a way to retreat into the Black Wall." Jin Datong no longer closed his eyes to rest, but instead furrowed his brow and stared at the battlefield. The ten people hid behind a large rock, not daring to show their faces, as a large group of ghost tribe cavalry galloped past from the front, charging straight towards the Black Wall ten kilometers away.

  "Hiss!" A dazzling yellow-brown light burst out from the black wall, and a stout man of about fifty years old, wearing a royal robe, appeared with a giant axe in his hand. His entire body was radiating yellow-brown light, and with one step, he strode out over a hundred meters into the air, leaving behind ripples of yellow-brown light in the void.

  In an instant, he flew to the sky above the battlefield, raised his giant axe with one hand, and a large axe shadow gradually appeared in the air, quickly solidifying into a hundred-meter-long, thick and heavy yellow giant axe that swooped down towards the densest area of the Ghost Tribe's cavalry with a shocking momentum.

  "Hiss!" The black fog released by the ghost tribe suddenly surged up, and a large black flag floated out of the fog. The flag was shrouded in black fog, and from time to time, painful and ferocious faces appeared, emitting sharp wails. The flag was like a gust of wind, instantly supporting the solid axe shadow in the air.

  The yellowish axe's light shadow emitted a dense glow, and the moment it came into contact with the black fog, it was tightly wrapped up and slowly contracted.

  The dark fog gradually solidified, and the axe's light shadow gradually faded. The black flag howled, driving the dark fog to surround the axe shadow. On the flag, ghostly shadows occasionally appeared, flying out one after another, rushing towards the axe shadow, making the dark fog even more solid. The ghostly shadows wailed and stirred up the axe shadow, which quickly dissipated.

  A black great flag unfolded, and a strong gust of wind blew in the air. The black fog surged forward, enveloping the majestic man. The majestic man's figure retreated violently, revealing a look of shock. Suddenly, he said in a deep voice: "You are not the Great Virtue Ghost King, who are you?"

  "Great Virtue Ghost King, that soft egg, was swallowed by me long ago. Zhao Tianyu, I've heard of you before, a low-level earth-type axe sovereign, even if you cultivate fire, you're not my opponent, don't give face and overestimate yourself. Provide 100 million people for me to take away, and you can still be your Zhao Wang, otherwise, today Zhao Guo will be removed from the mainland."

  A low, ominous voice came from the black fog, which churned and bubbled like boiling water. A nine-tiered lotus platform composed entirely of skulls slowly flew out, looking eerie and terrifying. On top of the platform stood a ghostly figure shrouded in black fog, its true appearance obscured from view.

  "Since you are a ghost tribe monk, you should follow the heavenly principle and understand reincarnation. You go against heaven's will, worshiping the banner of ten thousand ghosts, not abiding by the treaty between humans and ghosts, harboring murderous intentions, invading our human territory. We must ask the Ghost Emperor for an explanation." Zhao Tianyu said coldly.

  "Ghost Emperor. Haha, what is my Tianhunzi afraid of? The day I complete my great achievement will be the day I replace you. No more nonsense, if you don't agree to my request today, I'll destroy your Zhao State."

  "Stubborn and unyielding." Zhao Tianyu finished speaking, and with a sudden grip of the jade token in his hand, a white light shot straight up into the sky.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!" The southern horizon was filled with thunderclaps, flashes of lightning illuminating the darkness, and electric snakes tearing through the air. In an instant, a mass of storm clouds appeared, racing towards us in the snowy night sky, looking eerily ominous amidst the swirling snowflakes.

  Guo Fei had never seen such a strange sight before, on a snowy night with flashes of lightning.

  What surprised Guo Fei even more was yet to come. In the blink of an eye, Lei Yun approached, and on top of that, a team of cavalrymen rode electric lights from the air, galloping forward.

  Guo Fei looked up at the sky, his mouth agape in surprise. Eighteen people descended from above, riding majestic leopards that were about three meters high and five meters long, with purple sparks flashing on their bodies, and threads of lightning flickering across them.

  Leopard's footsteps are light, with flashes of lightning underfoot. It floats and hovers in the air, moving swiftly like the wind. On its back sits a knight clad in full silver armor, wearing a shining silver helmet, holding a silver-white long spear that crackles with electricity, and wearing a mysterious silver-white leopard mask on his face.

  At the very front, one person stood out from the others, wearing a suit of purple and gold armor, with no mask on his face, revealing an air of disdain for the world, floating in mid-air, coldly staring at Gui Wang Tian Hun Zi.

  "Xiao Wang Zhao Tianyu has seen Master Ring!" Zhao Tianyu bowed his head and greeted the person in front of him.

  "Hmm!" The person didn't even glance at him and let out a cold snort.

  "You actually dare to use the Ghost Banner, do you think you can enter the Devil's Path through the Ghost Path? Today, I won't let you off." The person Zhao Tianyu called Master Ring sneered and looked at Tianhunzi.

  "Leopard Eighteen Riders! For my sake, your Jiang family is indeed generous. Today, I won't keep you company, and another day I'll personally go to the Ling tribe's Jiang family to ask for advice. Farewell!" Tianhunzi waved his hand, and the black flag that was chasing Zhao Wang rolled back, wrapped around his body, and quickly retreated into the dark fog.

  "Form the Thunderbolt Formation, Heaven's Thunder Refining Hell! Die!" The man in mid-air, whom Zhao Wang called Master Ring, let out a loud shout and swung his hand. The Leopard Riders behind him shot forward like lightning, forming a strange formation in an instant.

  With Huan Shaoye at the center, eighteen people held long guns that pointed forward in unison. The gun tips moved, and threads of lightning suddenly floated out from them. At the top of each thread of lightning was a fist-sized ball of lightning. The eighteen balls of lightning were like shuttles, weaving a large net in the air.

  It was all done in an instant, the great net shot out like lightning, instantly wrapping up Tiān Hún Zǐ along with his Wàn Guǐ Fān and Dúlóu Lián Tái.

  Eighteen Thunder Leopards opened their mouths and each spat out a purple thunderball, gathering on the Thunder Web. The Thunder Web instantly became thick and heavy, emitting a fierce thunderclap.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!" The lightning net contracted, and the lightning flashed in the dark fog, a shocking sound burst out, as if entering the end of the world.

  "Ah!" The mournful cries echoed from the net. "Boom!" The black flag wrapped around Tiān Hún Zǐ's body burst instantly, and one by one, the souls shrieked as they overflowed from inside, rushing towards the outside of the net, but were instantly struck by the lightning net's electric arc, reduced to powder, like moths flying into flames, with no return.

  Outside, thunderballs are rumbling and striking, the thunder net is shrinking smaller and smaller, one by one, souls are being blown into flying ash, as if they had entered a heavenly net, unable to escape.

  "Hmph!" Jiang Huan revealed a hint of disdainful smile.

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