Boom!
Another thunderous explosion rang out in midair, shaking the earth without end. The mist above the Great Marsh was swept apart by the powerful currents, and the charging Bai Yuzi was blasted apart in the air without suspense.
Before Chen Chuan had even withdrawn his fist, the ground below bulged upward. A massive body pushed through the collapsing earth, while another enormous arm stretched out and grabbed at him.
At the same time, farther away, one tall, withered body after another broke through the ground and emerged.
His gaze flickered as his field spread outward like invisible ripples. Within its reach, the demon ghosts that had emerged all shuddered violently and froze in place. Some of the frailer ones simply collapsed.
At that moment, the mist behind him surged. Ling Su shot down from the sky like a meteor, and after a deafening explosion, crushed the demon ghosts that had not yet fully emerged into pulp.
Yet beyond the range of his field, within Beize and beneath Haixi Province's frozen earth, even more demon ghosts emerged. Bright Spiritual Light flickered in their eyes as they took to the air and darted toward him, like sparks converging from every direction.
Hovering in the air, Chen Chuan looked toward those streams of light. Haixi Province was vast and sparsely populated. Throughout the ages, the disasters wrought by ghosts and gods had always been a headache for every dynasty. Over the past several thousand years, who knew how many Mystic Martial Experts had been sealed and exiled here, along with foreign gods and ghosts that had fallen into this place.
Furthermore, tribes from the west had migrated here without cease, and the powerful figures of those tribes had also been laid to rest here. If all this were exploited by someone with