The black-and-white ghost infant's combined strength was ultimately at the Ghost Lord level. With no need to worry about the ghost army behind him, he had cast off his earlier restraints entirely, allowing him to unleash his full array of abilities.
Wen Yan could still draw on the power of the dragon clan's totem, making her even stronger than usual. But without the boost from the battle formation's momentum, she no longer posed the greatest threat to the black-and-white ghost infant.
This operation had already ended in a crushing defeat. His battle against Wen Yan and the other two had become his only chance to claw back some of his losses and save face.
The Ghost Realm, formed from the fusion of law power and his ghostly energy, exerted an overwhelming suppression. The clamor and slaughter of the battlefield had been completely cut off from them.
The surroundings were utterly still. Not a sound could be heard.
"This Ghost Realm can actually cut us off from the battlefield entirely. Impressive. As expected of a Ghost Lord's divine ability—truly unbelievable!" Jin Tong, with the twin Wind-and-Thunder Hammers slung across his back, surveyed their surroundings at his leisure.
"Don't let your guard down. In his fury, the black-and-white ghost infant is bound to strike like a bolt of thunder.
"Our dragon clan army has completely seized the initiative on the battlefield. The black-and-white ghost infant knows he can't afford to drag this out, so he'll try to end the fight as quickly as possible. With time so short, a Ghost Lord's attack is bound to be a killing move."
Wen Tingdao's expression was grave as he warily surveyed their surroundings, but he couldn't find any trace of the black-and-white ghost infant either.
"The three of us should stay together as much as