Tsukuyomi swept his Ebony Fan, and moonlight poured straight down from the sky. Beneath it, Liu Zhi clearly felt as though the Yellow Springs before him had been frozen in place.
Every ghost in the Yellow Springs received a blessing, increasing their strength by at least thirty percent.
All of Liu Zhi's subordinates, meanwhile, were afflicted by a negative effect. Even the troops he had withdrawn to a distant position were affected.
Liu Zhi understood. This was the true nature of large-scale battle magic.
What left him even more speechless was that the spatial fluctuations nearby stopped as soon as Tsukuyomi appeared.
No matter what method of teleportation they used, they couldn't leave the Land of the Yellow Springs.
It was obvious to anyone: the only way to leave was to kill Tsukuyomi.
Tsukuyomi was treating the Land of the Yellow Springs as his own private territory.
Liu Zhi's heart stirred. He had learned another trick.
When he got back, he would use it on his own plane.
While Liu Zhi was thinking about this, Tsukuyomi had already begun fighting Sadako and the others.
Sadako had gathered all of Tsukuyomi's projections and clones, and everything else, into his true body, forcing him to face them alone.
But the more things came to this, the more Tsukuyomi wanted to kill them as quickly as possible.
After all, what Liu Zhi and the others were doing was tantamount to invading a god's divine kingdom and confronting the god in person.
For a god, this was a fight to the death.
Sadako and the other two took the lead against Tsukuyomi, while the other players stayed back, each at a distance suited to their strength.
Some of the players Sadako had brought along were necromancers, too. Like Liu Zhi, they sent out their