The ghost soldiers surged in without end, and Wu De and the others felt immense pressure. The arrival of ghost soldiers at the Immortal stage made things especially difficult. By now, Xing Ao had already used up most of the Demonic Sha Power within him. Although Wu De, having also cultivated his heart, possessed several times the energy of cultivators at the same stage, he was holding back far more ghost soldiers than Wen Dao and the other two, so his situation was hardly reassuring.
Xing Ao knew Wu De's situation. Gritting his teeth, he summoned the last of his strength and whirled the Mad Demon Battle Axe, sending layers of axe shadows crashing down and instantly killing many ghost soldiers. But after using this move, he was in even worse shape, panting heavily. He probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"Big Brother Xing, go back into the formation and rest for a while. I'll take over for you." A voice like silver bells rang out. Linglong Immortal Fairy appeared beside Xing Ao, and when she saw the delighted expressions on Wu De and the others' faces, she nodded. "That's right. I've finished setting up my attack formations, but Tian'er still needs a little more time to finish his. We can't retreat yet."
"Linglong, it's great that you're here. I can't go on; I need to rest for a while." Xing Ao knew he couldn't push himself any further. He flashed toward the place where Ling Tian was setting up his formation. "Once I've rested for a bit, I'll fight them for another three hundred rounds."
"Keep boasting, you old coot. With your current cultivation, you'll be lucky to swing the Mad Demon Battle Axe a few hundred times." Wen Dao teased him. The faint sheen of