The area outside the camp gate fell utterly silent. Feng Lin, the general who had always seemed like a god to everyone, had actually been defeated by a mere Daoist Child.
"Haha! Zhang Guifang, why don't you open the gates and surrender? Or does your young master have to fight his way in?" Nezha stood outside the camp gates, Fire-Tipped Spear in hand and Wind Fire Wheels beneath his feet, shouting loudly.
"Zhang Guifang, surrender!"
Inside the camp, Zhang Guifang listened to Feng Lin's account, his brows tightly furrowed. Nezha had learned impressive Daoist arts, possessed unfathomable abilities, and had strange magic treasures.
Zhang Guifang sighed. "There's certainly something unusual about this Nezha."
Feng Lin said dejectedly, "General, you know that I refined a Demonic Beast's Inner Core. It can release demonic energy that muddles the mind and leaves an opponent dazed. If the Inner Core reaches them, it can even attack their soul. But when the demonic energy reached Nezha, it didn't affect him in the slightest. I suspect Nezha may be a person without a soul. If not for the power of the Inner Core, he would likely have been reduced to a lump of flesh long ago."
Zhang Guifang was astonished. "My art specifically targets the soul. Anyone conceived from Essence Blood has three souls and seven spirits. I have a technique that attacks the soul: with a single shout, the soul is separated from the body, and the victim must fall from their horse. Who could have guessed Nezha would be so strange?"
Feng Lin said, "General, you must be on your guard. If the technique fails, you'll need to make preparations in advance."
Zhang Guifang fell silent. Just then, a personal guard reported, "Nezha has called you out by name." Zhang Guifang flew into a