Zhan Wubusheng's soul power was actually not weak—indeed, it was quite strong. After all, he was not a true body cultivator; he merely specialized in this path.
But he had to admit that Ying Chuan's soul power was terrifyingly strong, completely above his own!
Zhan Wubusheng took out a massive bronze battle axe. This was his Natal Magic Weapon.
He then took out a suit of armor and put it on. The armor possessed formidable resistance against soul attacks, and once he wore it, the pressure on him dropped sharply.
"Sure enough, only young geniuses make opponents interesting. Everyone else falls a little short."
Facing this dangerous situation, Zhan Wubusheng felt no anxiety. Instead, he was excited—the excitement of encountering a worthy opponent.
Ying Chuan truly deserved to be called a little ghost who had attained the Dao. To climb from a lowly ghost in the mortal world to his current heights, he was indeed no simple character!
"Kill, kill, kill!"
He swung his battle axe, hacking and slaughtering wildly within the Ghost Kingdom, annihilating countless waves of the Ghost Tide.
The Ghost Tide within the Ghost Kingdom was endless. The slain ghosts continuously revived, growing stronger before charging at him once again!
Anyone who saw this scene would have their scalp go numb. These ghosts seemed to be absorbing the power that had killed them!
Zhan Wubusheng was forced to fight while retreating, constantly pondering countermeasures along the way.
He looked up and saw a circle of light overhead. That should have been the exit.
Zhan Wubusheng charged toward it, wanting to break out of this Ghost Kingdom. He was far too passive here. These ghosts could not be killed, and they could even absorb his power. If this continued, would he not become an experience pack?
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