Chapter 545 - 387: Eighteen Ghosts
Over Sanyang City, the sky appeared to twist in an unnatural fashion, with a chilling wind sweeping through and dark clouds engulfing the sky, as if something of great significance was about to happen.
Fortunately, it was night, and the residents within the city were already asleep. Those occasionally awakened by this unusual phenomenon thought it was just a sign of an approaching storm and didn’t take it seriously at all. They simply closed their doors and windows and went back to sleep.
At this very moment, Li Yi stood tall atop the city walls of Sanyang City. He was enveloped in a brilliant silver radiance, so bright that he resembled a shining lantern in the dark night sky, conspicuously visible even from miles away.
This display by Li Yi was intentional—by mobilizing his Qi-Blood and flaunting the extraordinary, he sought to attract the attention of ghosts and demons, luring the enemy to himself.
Beneath the silver gaze of his vertical pupils, vast forces were amassing outside Sanyang City, where a massive black cloud pressed down upon the land, thundering forward. Within that black cloud, ghost soldiers and Yin Generals arranged their formations, with Yin Gods revealing their presence, majestically as if poised to flatten the entire city. Even a Refining God Realm warrior would need to retreat in the face of this grand Underworld army, lest they be surrounded and perish.
It must be said, the ancient heritage of these ghostly beings is indeed profound, capable of crushing everything mere with the forces under their command, even without making a personal appearance.
No wonder the Eight Great Families have bowed down as vassals for a thousand years, daring not to make the slightest move.
In just a moment’s time, this Underworld army had already reached the city walls and, judging by their disposition, seemed intent on charging into Sanyang City to engage in a slaughter, erasing the city from the map of the Four Seas and Eight Continents.
Li Yi, seeing this, had no intention of humoring them. A silver Sword Gang condensed in his hand, and he then cast the Guiding Skill. The originally silver Sword Gang blazed brilliantly as if exuding Divine Power. With a wave of his hand, the silver Sword Gang slashed towards the ghost soldiers in front of the city wall.
A towering Yin God had just begun to react and prepare to defend when it was cleaved in two by the silver Sword Gang, dying miserably on the spot. The residual force undiminished, the silver Sword Gang was like a spark igniting the darkness, splitting all the Yin Generals and ghost soldiers it encountered into halves along its path.
The bodies of these ghosts were as fragile as paper mache before the dazzling Sword Gang, utterly no match for it.