Although Critical had grown several times taller after advancing to Ghost General, he now looked powerfully built and imposing, with the air of an unrivaled warlord. But compared to the Dragon Turtle, in terms of size alone, he was many times smaller.
But a Ghost General was still a Ghost General. The blade and shield formed from Soul Force were razor-sharp and sturdy. As he swung his blade again and again, coils of black qi swirled around him, each sweep painting the air like an evocative ink-wash landscape. In terms of sheer strength, the Ghost General might have been no match for the Dragon Turtle. But his movements were swift; he darted about like a cloud of thick black mist, dodging the Dragon Turtle's bites and slashing at its vital spots with every strike.
The Ghost General's soul blade was naturally far more powerful than it had been when he was a Ghost Guard. Its sharp edge sliced through the Dragon Turtle's Body Protection Qi and cut into its flesh. But this Dragon Turtle had astonishing natural defenses. The Ghost General could cut into it, but usually only by a few inches. As for its shell, that was out of the question. When the Ghost General's soul blade struck it, the blade bounced right off.
In the aerial battle, the Ghost General had clearly gained the upper hand. The others watched, stunned and envious. They all wondered to themselves: This thing is really fierce. If I had a Ghost General like that, I probably wouldn't even need to fear Golden Core Cultivators. What they didn't know was how much Lei Dong had sacrificed to obtain this Ghost General. Ever since he began cultivating, he had never stopped practicing the Spirit Forging Art. For decades, he had persisted day after day,