As they trudged forward with difficulty, intending to find a safe place to heal their wounds, the ground beneath them, which had been as still as stagnant water, suddenly shimmered with an eerie, unfathomable dark glow. In an instant, countless translucent ghostly figures burst from the earth like bamboo shoots after rain and gathered together at astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, they condensed into a terrifying Soul-Eroding Ghost Demon, its entire body radiating bone-chilling yin energy! The sinister cold it emitted seemed capable of piercing directly through human flesh and devouring precious souls. At that moment, the sacred bell that bore endless hope and light had become incredibly weak; the melodious sound it released was so faint that it could barely inflict any real damage on those savage ghosts. As for the sacred sword, which symbolized unyielding perseverance and eternal spirit, though it still flickered with faint, barely visible traces of light, it too was being frantically gnawed away and corroded by the ghosts. The entire sword seemed on the verge of collapse. As everyone watched their souls about to be violently torn from their bodies, the heart-rending, unbearable agony turned every face deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down...
Yet at that critical moment, a young man in the crowd suddenly seemed to remember something important. His expression changed sharply, and he cried out, "I remember! Our ancestor once told me that if we encounter evil ghost monsters like these, we can try using the purest moonlight to suppress them!" With that, he hurriedly looked up at the sky—and just as expected, a full moon hung high overhead tonight! Everyone immediately gathered tightly together and, without hesitation, poured their last remaining wisps of Power of Belief into the exhausted Hope Sacred Bell. The bell instantly erupted with