If slaughter was unavoidable, then they would fight with everything they had.
The Snake Demon Boy and Little Stone stood as steady as reefs. Saber light flashed with icy brilliance as they used divine power to resist the surging tide of ghosts, relying on each other as they rose and sank amid the ghost tide, murderous intent billowing around them!
"Hiss~!"
The Ring-pommel Saber's cold, razor-sharp edge hummed!
Forged with dragon aura, it possessed the power to sever evil, slaughtering ghosts, fiends, and zombies!
A simple horizontal slash! A half-moon saber qi swept out an empty stretch, then the saber came down in a savage cleave! A powerful evil ghost split into two.
The Ring-pommel Saber was slender, straight, sturdy, and sharp—fierce, rugged, and practical. It was most suited for slaughter on the battlefield. It was heavy enough; other light and nimble blades might do for one-on-one duels, but in a large-scale war, they would be useless. In a brutal, drawn-out battle, reliable weapons were what mattered.
As more evil ghosts fell, the saber's momentum grew fiercer.
The Ring-pommel Saber became more spiritual with every battle. Perhaps before long, it would give birth to a Blade Spirit and become a divine weapon.
Beside him, Little Stone's chest reddened, and dark-red veins surfaced across his body, brimming with strength!
Little Stone had originally been short, with the appearance of a child, yet after going berserk, he actually transformed into a stern young man. His brows were like swords and his eyes blazed with fury, though his head remained bald.
The monk's robe that had once seemed oversized now looked too small on him. His arms and legs bulged with solid muscle as he seized evil ghosts with his bare hands and tore them apart alive...
Wild and violent, hot-tempered and ferocious,