General of the People

"It's him!"

A Yellow Turban soldier pointed at Ding Ling and said with a face full of fear:

"General of the People, it was him who killed Commander Zhang, Commander He, and the others!"

Just a Little Demon!

Zhang Liang glanced sideways, unable to believe it:

"How is that possible?!"

I would never dare deceive you, General of the People. If you don't believe me, you can ask the others.

The Ghost Soldier spoke in terror.

"No need to ask."

Zhang Liang rode forward at his usual swift pace without stopping. Pointing his spear at Ding Ling, he shouted:

"Just a Little Demon with no Ghost Qi, yet capable of killing generals against the will of Heaven. He must have relied on some kind of divine artifact! The effects a divine artifact can produce must be limited. Charge! Once we've exhausted the energy of his divine artifact, he'll be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Kill!"

At Zhang Liang's command, the Ghost Generals on either side of him accelerated and charged out.

Night Yaksha He Man charged the fastest. He was also three meters tall, towering and imposing, with an utterly ferocious aura. Laughing loudly, he raised the iron staff in his hand. As he neared Ding Ling, he lifted it high and smashed it down heavily.

"Take my staff strike!"

Boom!

The staff seemed capable of supporting Heaven. The moment it came crashing down, ripples spread through the void, and whirlwinds sprang into existence, roaring toward Ding Ling from above.

Ding Ling didn't even raise his brows. He merely waved the Ghost Sword in his hand lightly.

Clang!

In the next instant, a Sword River struck first despite being launched later, surging toward the Heaven-Supporting Staff. In the blink of an eye, it shattered and crushed the giant staff,