"Those same few golden men again. Last time, it was only a ghost talisman. I'd like to see what these mere lifeless things can do!" the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord bellowed, tossing the lifeless Snowfield Demon Deer aside. Without hesitation, he raised his left palm, and a ghost lamp formed from five connected skulls appeared in midair.
It was the Scorching Ghost Lamp. At close range, the ancient, primordial, and sinister aura it radiated was even more palpable.
As the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord poured in his magical power, solidified purple light shot out like an indestructible sword, slashing toward the ice-, wind-, and thunder-element golden men.
The impact was fierce, yet not a sound could be heard. Still, the long blades of the ice-, wind-, and thunder-element golden men were each held at bay by those streaks of purple light, unable to advance any farther.
"Is that all?" the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord sneered, about to make his next move. Just then, brilliant golden, green, blue, red, and earthen light flashed past. To be precise, fifteen golden men appeared: three giants apiece for the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth elements. The giants, once spread apart, now moved as one. In groups of three, they leaned back-to-back and spun forward. Like five drifting three-petaled flowers, they descended straight toward the Scorching Ghost Lamp.
"Now this is the complete Eighteen Golden Men!" The eighteen golden men left behind by the Great Emperor Qinling moved as one, bringing their formation to the pinnacle of perfection.
The purple light released by the Scorching Ghost Lamp had been fierce enough to hold back the ice-, wind-, and thunder-element golden men. But now, under the combined assault of the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth golden men, the solidified purple light broke at once,