Making the Game

A lone man charged the enemy ranks, sowing slaughter across the field.

For someone who practiced the occult arts, charging into an army formation was the quickest way to get himself killed—there was no faster way.

It wasn't as if no occult practitioners had ever toyed with commanding generals. Some had moved freely through armies a million strong, and those who pulled it off had instantly become renowned across the land, revered as gods. But most who tried were simply seeking death, and ended up leaving not even a corpse behind.

Being able to display supernatural powers within an army formation was a formidable threshold.

But charging headlong into the ranks, with no one at your back, and still being able to use those abilities—that was an even higher threshold.

Truth be told, Hu Ma had long since cleared both. Whether it was the Talisman Suppression Mansion or the Great Might Heavenly Duke General Seal, each gave him the confidence to stand against an army formation.

There was also the General's Order, which could summon a hundred thousand Yin Soldiers. With them charging into battle, even an ordinary Grass Head King could be wiped out in a single night. But now, someone had driven a nail into the Dharma Image of the Great Heavenly Duke General, gravely wounding his soul.

As a result, the wordless Treasure Seal clutched in the Dharma Image's hand, the General's Order, and even the Sky Measuring Boots, Ragged Armor, and other Ultimate Skills associated with the Great Might Master were all beyond his reach.

And the Talisman Suppression Mansion would not kill the living, so he could not summon golden warriors to charge in and slaughter the enemy, either.

Following the ghostly path, he could certainly set up an altar. He had the Hu Family