Chapter 62: The Unexpected

Poor Old Black Bear had clearly possessed formidable strength, yet due to a momentary lapse, he had been struck down to his current state. Just as another streak of white whip was about to lash at him, a chilling wind suddenly swept through the vicinity.

Outside the formation, Wang Liang immediately sensed something amiss. He hurriedly shouted, “Ghost, no fear of death!”

In the blink of an eye, Ghost No Fear appeared beside Wang Liang, looking around in puzzlement. Normally, amidst such roaring flames and the energy of the battle array, spirits would dissipate under the overwhelming yang energy. Yet, not far off, an army was charging forth.

This force comprised entirely of ghostly soldiers—shade troops unlike the initial phantom legion encountered earlier. Among them, one-third were ordinary, frail, or infirm spirits. Of the remainder, only a third appeared to be elite soldiers; most were common specters. Still, their advance carried the fierce momentum of tigers descending a mountain.

They surged through the blazing pass, their chilling aura dimming the flames noticeably. Seeing this, Wang Liang gripped his Slaughter Blade and charged forward. “They’re restless ghosts! Hold them back—don’t let them disrupt the formation!”

He swung his blade at the advancing spirits. Only then did Wang Liang understand why these seemingly weak ghosts formed the foremost legion under the Demon Tiger’s command.

These restless ghosts truly embodied what it meant to be ghosts—they cared nothing for their own existence. Upon charging out, they lunged directly at anyone who posed a threat.

Wang Liang and Ghost No Fear were prime targets; even the powerful City God Lu and General Yu were among those pursued. The sole aim of these ghosts was clear: eliminate all who could endanger the Demon Tiger.

Their method was brutal and straightforward: they pounced upon enemies, clinging to them to hold them down, then overwhelmed them through sheer numbers.

After Wang Liang slew several ghosts, they did not retreat. Instead, their numbers only swelled, converging from all directions.

Facing this, Wang Liang twirled his Slaughter Blade outward, then said to Ghost No Fear, “Find the infantry commander. I’ll hold them off here.”

Ghost No Fear immediately grasped Wang Liang’s plan. The arrival of these ghosts had unsettled the entire layout, but the situation was not yet dire.

Though their momentum was formidable, their true combat power was limited—their greatest strength was their reckless aggression.

Ordinary soldiers, intimidated by such ferocity, would falter. But if someone could stand firm and strike back, morale would surge, enabling regular troops to hold the restless ghosts at bay.

Wang Liang knew all eyes were fixed on the formation; he had to step forward.

Riding his bronze warhorse, exuding a violet aura, Wang Liang swung his Slaughter Blade in sweeping arcs, cutting down ghosts one by one. His movements grew grander, culminating in a single strike that shattered three ghosts at once.

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