That light curtain was a ghostly blue. Clearly, it was no high-level restriction, but a simple move known as Ghost Shield.
Ghost Shield sounded just as impressive, but its power was very weak as well. It was among the most basic of ghost-type spells, about as powerful as a cultivator's Spirit Power Shield.
It could be cast at the Spirit Movement Stage.
However, with so many Wandering Souls and Wild Ghosts using it together, it naturally had a stacking effect.
Of course, it was impossible for ten million of them to stack together and increase the defensive power ten millionfold. Calculated that way, it would be far too absurd.
After all, with such a vast area covered, the defensive power would be greatly weakened.
Of course, compared with a single Ghost Shield, it was still countless times stronger, enough to offer a certain degree of resistance against the Crystal Might Cannons.
Even so, with ten thousand cannons firing as one, it still was not something a mere Ghost Shield could withstand. Countless Wandering Souls and ghostly creatures did not even have time to grunt before they were directly reduced to nothingness.
Yet the expressions of the cultivators remained incomparably ugly, because that did not affect the overall situation at all. It was merely like stirring up a few waves in the vast sea.
Morale. Morale was low, and without a doubt, that was a fatal matter.
When two armies fought, if one side had no will to fight, anyone knew what the result would be: defeat like a collapsing mountain.
Although that saying referred to the secular world, it applied just as well in the world of immortal cultivation.
Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the nearby area, and his brows could not help but furrow. Though he needed to pull