A horde of ghosts against a horde of corpses—and a horde of female ghosts that could vanish and reappear at will. Fan Xuwen was somewhat surprised too. Seeing that the corpse horde had been held back and could not advance, he began thinking of escaping.
There was still one Corpse King in my household—and it was the king among Corpse Kings, the kind that was clever enough to buy a BMW on its own. This brainless, maddened female Corpse King was simply incapable of doing anything to my household's ghost generals.
"Borrow the power of Yin and Yang—Divine Suppression!" I did not waste a moment. Although I had divided Wang Yan's ghostly aura, I still had to keep borrowing power. Otherwise, once the corpse horde charged in, everyone from the Aristocratic Clans would die. If I ended up all alone, I would not be Fan Xuwen's match.
Divine Suppression was an area attack. The corpse horde was crushed flat by the tremendous pressure, and even the two Corpse Kings staggered. But that brief disruption was enough for Xijun to seize her chance. She closed in swiftly, and one claw came down over her opponent's forehead!
The Corpse King's shell was unbelievably rigid. Xijun's fingers only sank halfway in before being stopped by the skull. After being knocked back, Xijun could only attack with clusters of light and light bullets.
High-powered spells were still quite effective. Under the encirclement, the Corpse Kings were beaten into a thoroughly miserable state. But completely destroying a Corpse King was clearly impossible unless one's power far surpassed its own.
Although Xijun had broken through from the peak of the Ghost General realm to the Ghost King realm with the blood robe, she now had the strength. What she lacked were techniques. The Corpse King, however,