Facing the attack of so many Ghost Spirits, Song Ankang's expression turned grave. He looked toward the distant Ghost Mist, where it was already impossible to see one's own fingers, though the sounds of fierce fighting could faintly be heard from within.
If Song Ankang had heard correctly, the ones locked in a frenzied battle should have been Lady Red Umbrella and Jiang Yunhe. If Jiang Yunhe had not held Lady Red Umbrella back, then what had come here now would likely have been far more than just these Ghost Spirits.
Suppressing the pain wracking his body, Song Ankang gritted his teeth and charged toward the Ghost Spirits pouncing in for the kill.
"Flesh Injury Fist!"
"Tendon Injury Fist!"
"Bone Injury Fist!"
Based on the strength of the Ghost Spirits rushing at him from all sides, Song Ankang used different forms of the Seven Injuries Fist accordingly. This also reduced his injuries, lest he collapse before he had even finished off these Ghost Spirits.
After battle upon battle, especially fights where it was kill or be killed, Song Ankang's combat experience and fighting techniques had soared at a tremendous pace, far surpassing what he had gained from exchanging moves with Jiang Yunhe.
After all, when sparring with Jiang Yunhe, Song Ankang had needed to conceal his strength and had never been able to unleash his full combat power. The training effect had been quite limited.
Moreover, his bouts with Jiang Yunhe had basically involved no danger and no pressure at all, further diminishing the training's effectiveness.
But in this battle, the slightest carelessness meant injury for Song Ankang, perhaps even grievous wounds. There was even the possibility of death and the dispersal of his soul. Honk honk honk honk.
Song Ankang could also exert every last bit of his