Lei Dong's Brutal Legion

Almost the moment Andrew was killed, the generals under Lei Dong began to move. First was Lei Dong himself. After enduring countless hardships and spending a vast quantity of Heaven Stones, he had finally reached Nascent Soul High-tier. Advancing from mid-tier to high-tier had not only greatly increased his physical strength; the most remarkable improvement was in the power of his divine sense.

At this moment, Lei Dong's divine sense was only a little weaker than that of an established Early Spirit Transmutation expert. But it was already absolutely on par with those who had only recently advanced to Spirit Transmutation. Capturing this fortress was strategically vital to Lei Dong's campaign. Apart from certain special circumstances that prevented him from deploying Spirit Transmutation-level forces for the time being, he had no reason to hold back. Instead, he operated the Netherworld Great Law at full power. In an instant, pure Netherworld Ghost Qi surged forth like a roaring flood, swallowing light and space until darkness shrouded everything.

At the same time, the Netherflame Ghost Banner spun out of his Nascent Soul. It had looked no bigger than a fingernail, but grew rapidly in the wind, transforming into a banner that seethed with ghostly energy. Ancient and imposing, it nonetheless possessed an otherworldly beauty.

Across its ink-black surface, patterned with countless intricate arrays, the fierce ghosts seemed to scent the sweetness of flesh and blood. They writhed with insatiable hunger, terrifying, half-formed ghost claws swelling across the banner. Their miserable, chilling cries rang out, drifting in every direction.

Lei Dong's expression was as still as a deep pool. With a flick of his fingers, the countless fierce ghosts poured impatiently from the Ghost Banner. Each one had a blue-green face and fangs bared, its eyes gleaming with savage cruelty. Their sharp, excited