I didn't dare sleep for long at all. After only an hour, I woke up.
Yet I was still stunned by the horrific scene before me. One person after another lay fallen in pools of blood.
The others were still fighting tenaciously. The Fierce Ghosts around us were constantly being eliminated, their black blood spreading across the ground layer by layer.
After taking a look, I asked with an indifferent voice, "What happened?"
"A particularly vicious ghost came just now. Several of us died before we managed to take him down. He was a Ninja, and he was simply too fast. It was impossible to guard against him."
"What a hassle." I shook my head, then gripped the Demon Blade and continued joining the grueling battle.
My appearance greatly shocked these people. The Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand came down, cleaving an enormous, armored Fierce Ghost in half. I raised the Demon Blade, then swept it straight across.
A terrifyingly fierce radiance tore through everything. The light shattered outward, instantly annihilating everything within ten meters.
At that moment, I looked around, and a trace of unease welled up inside me. I had no idea why, but I kept feeling that someone was watching me.
The sensation was intense. I faintly understood that the true powerhouse among the Fierce Ghosts had already noticed me.
In the eyes of these Fierce Ghosts, we were the most unstable factor. It was likely that a powerful Fierce Ghost had already set its sights on me.
At that thought, I held back some of my strength. Wielding the Demon Blade, I merely harvested the Evil Spirits around me.
"Looks like this guy has discovered us," the woman in the kimono said.
"Even if he has, it will be useless." The old woman smiled faintly.