Several Ninth-Rank Mid-Tier Ghost Spirits were plotting against Song Ankang, unaware that Song Ankang was plotting against them as well.
At the very moment they thought victory was within reach, they did not know that Song Ankang was launching his fatal attack.
As several Ninth-Rank Mid-Tier Ghost Spirits fell, the remaining dozens of Ninth-Rank Low-Tier Ghost Spirits panicked and scattered in all directions.
Even Ghost Spirits knew fear of death. They were merely a little more fearless than most people, since Ninth-Rank Low-Tier Ghost Spirits had rather limited intelligence.
But with all their leaders dead, no matter how stupid these creatures were, they knew to run.
Seeing this, though pain wracked his entire body, Song Ankang still gave chase.
He understood the principle of beating a dog that had fallen into the water. He had now slain half of this pack of Ghost Spirits, and the rest were scared out of their wits. It was the perfect time to wipe them all out.
Boom boom boom...
Screech screech screech...
One Ghost Spirit after another was blasted apart. The more Song Ankang killed, the more fired up he became. Just as only the last few remained, he suddenly heard a piercing cry from ahead. "You deal with that fleeing living human. This living human is for This Palace to handle. Useless trash, all of you!"
Whoosh...
Before Song Ankang could react, he saw a blood-red umbrella spinning toward him in a killing attack. Its ribs flashed with eerie light like sharp blades.
Behind that blood umbrella stood a female ghost in palace robes. Her brows slanted toward her temples, her face was oval, and her black hair flew wildly behind her. She was an exceptionally beautiful middle-aged woman.
Her red gauze dress could not conceal her body at all, leaving