"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Jiang Qiao charged through the horde of ghosts, lightning and Stove Fire filling the entire corridor. At that moment, he seemed to have become a human-shaped meat grinder.
With every punch he threw, a Vicious Ghost was blasted apart by lightning.
The scorching flames swallowed countless Vicious Ghosts whole.
Though the Vicious Ghosts were numerous, before Jiang Qiao, they were like paper mache.
They were no match for him at all.
In less than five minutes, the Vicious Ghosts in the corridor had been completely swept away. Charred fragments and burning remains lay scattered across the floor, while a pungent burnt smell filled the air.
Jiang Qiao stood amid the wreckage, then withdrew his fist.
Looking at the crisscrossing black scorch marks in the corridor, he raised an eyebrow.
At least several hundred Vicious Ghosts had poured out of the rooms. The spectacle had looked intimidating, but no particularly terrifying entities had appeared.
Even Dragon Tiger Daoist had put on quite a display.
His last Palm Lightning had directly blasted the final stick-thin Vicious Ghost to pieces.
"Looks like that's all of them."
Dragon Tiger Daoist shook the arcs of electricity from his hand.
He was breathing slightly heavily.
"That's all."
"This feels pretty abnormal."
Jiang Qiao looked around. "This ship itself has a very high supernatural level, but the Vicious Ghosts in the third-level cabins seem more like minor figures trapped aboard the ship. They can't stir up much trouble at all."
He swept his gaze down the corridor.
There was no longer any movement inside the open rooms.
As the Vicious Ghosts were eliminated, that cold, oppressive presence had mostly faded away as well.
"Let's keep going up."
The two did not linger. They passed through the scorch-marked corridor and entered the staircase leading to