Tang Yu's severe injuries were beyond treatment. The four of them saw the Corpse King pounce and hurriedly scattered before attacking with magic, while those who fought in close quarters drew their blades and clashed head-on with Zhao Yu!
Zhao Yu's strength was immense. It was dangerous enough just to approach him, let alone restrain him—the sword wind could widen out of thin air by several inches!
"Today, I'll erase your Tang family from the Aristocratic Clans! All of you lackeys following the Tang family will die!" I touched the Soul Urn, and Xi Jun, Song Wanyi, the Black-Furred Hou, and Jiang Han all appeared beside me.
I took out the ghost mask, the corners of my mouth curving into a cruel arc. "Heroic souls at the end of the road, blood and fury crossing the sky, lend me the power of the ghost path! Blood Garment!"
After three layers of Blood Garments, all the ghost generals advanced into Ghost Kings. The four Ghost Kings madly pounced on Tang Yu's four brothers. With Zhao Yu added to the fray, the four of them had nowhere to hide!
"By the decree of the netherworld, borrow the thunder in haste! Erase the traces of men and gods, destroy the forms of ghosts and monsters!" A streak of Lü Ying suddenly flashed past me like lightning. Black thunder roared like a raging torrent, and with a sharp crack, the head of a man still clutching a Tang saber fell to the ground!
It was Liu Xiaomiao. That heroine really couldn't stand being left out—she had flown over at the crucial moment too!
Countless Tang family disciples were stunned. Everyone rushed out from all directions, and the Tang family had clearly never expected me to have so many soldiers and generals. They were all