The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 418

Chapter 418: Chapter 414: Ghost Soldiers Borrow the Daoist Path Chapter 418: Chapter 414: Ghost Soldiers Borrow the Daoist Path However, before the two of them could attack the other evil ghosts, the yin souls that they had “killed” earlier, regardless of whether their torsos had burst open or were cut in half, had black fog swiftly gathering at the wounds, which then rapidly healed them. One after another, they stood up again.

Upon seeing this, both men were momentarily surprised before once again taking command of their magical instruments and battling on.

But this time, both of them ceased attacking the yin soul ghosts' torsos and simultaneously targeted their skulls instead.

Once the skulls of these yin soul evil ghosts shattered, their bodies would rapidly decay, ultimately turning into a mass of black fog that melded into other evil ghosts. The bodies of the evil ghosts that absorbed these residual spirits would become even more substantial.

“Heh, they can absorb each other, how interesting…” Lu He remarked with a snide laugh upon seeing this.

After speaking, he chanted a few spells, made a magic spell gesture with his hands, and then raised his hand forcefully in front of him.

The ground immediately responded with a rumble resembling the shattering of stone; fragments of stone levitated in the air, rapidly transforming into sharp stone cones under a yellow halo, and launched a surprise attack on the yin soul evil ghosts.

Dozens of stone cones whizzed out, shooting like a violent rainstorm inside the yin soul ghosts, sending out a wave of “puff puff” sounds, instantly turning a dozen ghosts into sieves.

The heads of several ghosts were smashed to a pulp, reduced entirely to ash, while the rest fell to the ground unable to rise, their wounds shrouded in a lingering yellow halo as if burdened by stones.

Shen Luo silently commended them after observing this. These people, each with differing mana attributes, all possessed formidable skills. Specifically this tall Lu He, despite appearing simple and clumsy, controlled his earth attribute techniques quite delicately.

“These ghostly beings that linger at the boundary of Yin and Yang exist in a state between reality and illusion. Unless countered with thunder or fire, other methods are only half as effective even though they might still work,” Hu Yong commented, downing a mouthful of wine and turning his gaze toward Shen Luo.

His gaze seemed to imply – everyone has demonstrated their skills, now it's your turn.

Shen Luo, originally intending to just brandish his golden blade, had no choice but to pull seven or eight Small Thunder Talismans from his sleeve after hearing Hu Yong's words. He slipped them between his fingers, slightly activated his mana, and tossed them towards the yin soul ghosts.

As the Small Thunder Talismans flew out, a flash of lightning emerged and seven or eight snowy white thunder bolt-like snakes shot out. Yet, under the guidance of several transparent water ropes, they hit their targets–the yin soul ghosts' heads–without missing a single one.

“Boom” sounds echoed as the heads of the struck yin soul evil ghosts emitted a wisp of white smoke and disintegrated to ashes.

“Not bad,” Hu Yong nodded in approval at the sight.

The others also turned their gaze towards Shen Luo, their eyes reflecting different emotions.

“Daoist Shen, you're not only handsome, but your skills are impressive too. With us joining forces, doesn't that sound perfect?” Yun Niang's eyes sparkled upon seeing this. She withdrew from the battle and approached Shen Luo again.

Subconsciously, Shen Luo took a few steps back to create some distance between them.

Just then, a sound similar to rolling thunder echoed from a distance. A rhythmic vibration emanated from deep within the dense forest. The sound grew louder and closer.

Shen Luo's eyes narrowed just as he saw a large horse burst out from the mountain forest on the other side. It emerged from a thicket of bushes as tall as a man. It had no flesh and was entirely comprised of white bones. Only in its eye sockets, a flickering verdant ghost fire burned.

A white bone skull sat astride the skeletal warhorse, clad in bronze armor, clutching a bronze spear in its hand. Despite the spear being thoroughly corroded with greenish-blue rust, it charged with a ferocious momentum.

A lone White Bone Warhorse stormed forward, closely followed by a group of identical ones. More than a hundred ghost soldiers surged out, charging directly towards Shen Luo and his companions in a battle formation.

“Ghost Soldiers intruding…”

After a soft shout from Yun Niang, the playful look that was previously on her face receded immediately.

At her call, Lu He and the others ceased their combat with the Yin Soul Ghosts and stood shoulder to shoulder, facing down the incoming horde of ghost soldiers.

The reason these mindless Yin Soul Ghosts attacked Shen Luo and the others was by instinct, driven by the desire for the blood meal of living creatures. In comparison, the combat prowess of these ghost soldiers was much higher.

Although they also lacked consciousness, they retained some inherent fighting instincts. Each rider had the combat power comparable to Qi Refining Early to Mid-Level Cultivators. When united, the collective power they displayed was truly not to be underestimated.

Just as they established their positions, the Bronze Armor Ghost Soldiers had already rushed near. The lead rider lunged his spear straight for Shen Luo. The tip of the spear accumulated a cluster of luminous green light, aiming straight towards Shen Luo's heart.

Shen Luo brought up the long knife in his hand, the blade cut upwards diagonally. The body of the knife was filled with golden light as it clashed into the spear's ghostly glow.

Despite the fierce momentum of the charging ghost soldier's spear attack, Shen Luo's feet were rooted firmly on the ground, not budging an inch. With both hands tightly gripping the handle of the knife, he launched a strong counterattack.

There was a loud “crash”.

Golden light shimmered from Shen Luo's knife as a half-arc light surged upwards, bending the Bronze Spear into an exaggerated arc and then smashing it back. The Bronze Armor instantly shattered at the passing of the blade.

Under the strong impact, the Bone Warhorse beneath the ghost soldier reared its fore hooves, retreating backwards.

Shen Luo's delay of the onslaught of the hundred-plus Bronze Armor Ghost soldiers bought little respite as the rear soldiers continued to charge. Yun Niang, Lu He, and the other two were also locked in fierce battle amongst them.

Just as Shen Luo cleaved open a spear thrusting towards him diagonally from the side, intending to advance and kill the rider, he heard the sound of hoofbeats from behind him. His heart sank, quietly cursing “This isn't good”.

According to the descriptions in ancient books about battle formations that he had read, the common tactic employed by cavalry was to encircle from the left and right wings, continuously charging the enemy in the middle to disrupt their formation and inflict heavy casualties.

Clearly, another group of Bronze Armor Ghost Soldiers was launching a surprise attack from behind. If these two forces trapped them in a pincer attack, the danger would escalate even if their cultivation levels far surpassed those of the ghost soldiers.

However, Shen Luo soon found his concerns to be unnecessary, as Hu Yong, who had been observing from the sidelines, sprang into action.

He calmly fastened his Wine Gourd back to his waist. With a twist of his wrist, an Apricot-Yellow Flag of half a person's height appeared in his hand. On it was embroidered a beast's image with a dog's head, lion's body, and wings on its back, using black silk thread.

“Wind Beast…” Shen Luo immediately recognised the exotic beast depicted on the flag.

“Move.”

A gentle shout came from Hu Yong's mouth, and with a sweep of the Apricot-Yellow Flag in his hand, a violent gust was directed towards the Bronze Armor Ghost Soldiers coming from the opposing side.

In a flash, the mountain forest was caught in a raging sandstorm. The flag let out a high-pitched howl as black wind blades shot out from it, and coalesced in the void to form a turbulent wall of wind in its path.

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