Chang Qiaopeng was stunned. The delighted look vanished from his face in an instant. He pressed his palms together, then slammed them against the ground. The earth rumbled and shook, and several tongues of earthfire burst up beneath my ghost generals. It was as though I were standing at the foot of a volcano!
I could not help feeling a surge of fear toward these red talismans. They were not dyed red; they were written entirely in pure yang essence blood. Usually, making even one of them took tremendous effort. Cultivators of the Arcane Sect at Chang Qiaopeng's and my level could not make them unless the purity of their essence blood was high enough.
I had not brought my ghost mask, but with the Blood Robe, the ghost generals seemed to have gone berserk. Xijun was also rendered dazzlingly beautiful by the robe's power, her eyeshadow like golden flames blazing in the wind. The sight startled me.
As expected of a fire-attribute ghost general, even the air around her was filled with roaring flames.
Xijun glanced at the flames beside her and ignored them. When the flames on the ground surged toward her, she simply took one step forward and dodged them.
The Black-Haired Hou was even faster. The earthfire could not do a thing to it.
Cold sweat poured down Chang Qiaopeng's face. He had run out of moves. He had watched the first match, so he had used his strongest ancestral secret technique right from the start. Unfortunately, it could do nothing to me, not with Jiang Han bearing the brunt for me. Unless he could kill Jiang Han, there was no way to fight this battle.
"I surrender!"
Chang Qiaopeng threw down his magical artifact and gave up attacking. The Black-Haired Hou and Song Wanyi had