It was still that white plaza, still those twenty-odd blurry shadows.
Watching the black figures crowd toward him with ill intent the moment he appeared in the plaza, Bai Zhi gave a cold laugh and waved his hand.
Then, with that motion, 336 Ghost Slaves instantly spread out and covered nearly half the plaza.
Although he could have cleared this stage by himself, since the individual shadows were not particularly strong and only held the advantage in numbers, why fight one-on-one when he could gang up on them?
This wasn't answering tooth for tooth. This was learning from barbarians to control barbarians.
Faced with this sudden reversal in numbers, the shadows immediately halted in their tracks. But Bai Zhi paid them no mind and waved toward them.
"Get them! Hang every last one of them up for me!!"
As he spoke, black mist condensed in his hand, taking the form of several ropes that he tossed to the Ghost Slaves beside him.
The drastic increase in Ghost Slaves had rapidly boosted his current strength. Using that black mist to shape objects into various forms was no longer much of a problem.
"..."
After a brief silence, the shadows turned and fled without hesitation. If they could speak and had minds of their own... wasn't anyone going to do anything about someone cheating here???
Twenty minutes later, Bai Zhi reappeared at the entrance to the third-floor corridor.
"The nature of the black mist seems to be changing..."
Lowering his head to look at his hands, Bai Zhi pondered for a moment before stepping up to the fourth floor.
The office building had a total of nine floors, and he had now reached the Third Stage.
Aside from wanting to see what the black mist would become after its properties completely changed,