The crescent moon hung in the night sky, shining down upon the gloomy Withered Tree Forest.
From time to time, children's laughter and crying drifted through the forest, raising goosebumps on anyone who heard them.
Lu Ran remained concealed the entire time, lying quietly in wait.
Though he appeared to be alone, he had actually discussed matters round after round with all the generals in the Sculpture Garden.
Ever since they had learned that the talismans pasted atop the Ghost Talisman Dolls' heads were fourth grade magical artifacts, everyone had naturally become even more cautious.
No matter what, they had to tear off the talismans first.
Not only did they have to win—they had to end this battle quickly!
A very practical problem lay before them: on the divine mountain within the Third Heaven, the Dark Cloud Vortices stood close together. If the Burning Gate became bogged down in a prolonged battle, the other gods and devils would very likely come to support them.
And the most effective way to deal with the Ghost Talisman Dolls was naturally to completely blow them away at the instant the boys and girls' bodies became phantomized!
"Wuwuwu~~~"
Sobbing drifted over from afar.
Honestly, after lurking here for several days, Lu Ran had almost grown used to it.
Buzz!!
Just as Lu Ran watched a group of Little Ghosts leave, a sudden tremor put him on high alert.
He stared intently at the distant Ghost Talisman Dolls, bewilderment rising in his heart.
What was going on?
[Immortal Sheep! There's something unusual about the Ghost Talisman evil statue.] Before Lu Ran's voice transmission had even ended, a large number of Evil Underlings assembled around the evil statues and surged madly into the distance.
This was?
[It's the fifteenth.] A voice transmission descended.
Lu Ran took