Fan Lang descended, killing ghosts to save ghosts. The Tathagata Staff-Sword touched down at the center of the Evil Ghost Army, and dazzling Buddhist light burst forth.
"Ah!"
"It hurts!"
The Evil Ghost Army cried out miserably, as if they had been burned by fire. Their bodies rapidly dissolved and faded.
The evil ghosts were actually very powerful. They had only become so vulnerable because they had encountered their nemesis. It was like fire burning ice—even the sturdiest ice could only melt when faced with flames.
Fan Lang thrust his sword repeatedly, striking the evil ghosts around him one after another. Each strike destroyed one, and not a single one could withstand it.
Moments later, all the evil ghosts around him had been destroyed—or rather, all of them had been delivered from suffering.
This is barely a drop in the bucket. The next level is still so far away. Even with seven times Experience Points, it'll still take a long time to level up.
Fan Lang complained inwardly, wishing he could soar straight to the heavens and become a Mystic God at once, then kill Fan Sha and sweep across God Vast Star.
He withdrew his sword and continued onward. After flying for some distance, he sensed an overwhelming surge of yin energy. Rather than being alarmed, he was delighted.
He must have encountered a huge group of evil ghosts!
This was exactly why he had come here!
From afar, he saw an Evil Ghost Army advancing. Its numbers were impossible to estimate, but there were at least tens of thousands. There were Ghost Soldiers and ghost generals among them. Those ghost generals had been powerful in life and remained powerful after death.
Fan Lang looked as though he had discovered a treasure, his eyes lighting up as he flew