The Eight-Treasure Arhat was utterly rattled.
"How did that thing get here so fast?!"
Still, shouting aside, he was the head monk of the Eastward Temple. He immediately produced a golden brush and began drawing on the wall.
A dozen passages of scripture appeared on it. They ought to buy them at least a little time.
And yet.
It was still only a drop in the bucket.
The thing outside slammed into the wall again and again. Golden dust showered down, and the barrier was about to give way—
Just then, Zhou You unleashed his sword.
A piece had broken off Myriad Fathoms, making him unsuitable for use at present, so Zhou You held Duanxie instead. Baleful energy wreathed its edge as he slashed fiercely forward!
He held absolutely nothing back. Not only baleful energy but even his Primal Force went into that strike, which actually forced the entity back a little.
But only a little.
The thing gathered its strength and slammed into the wall again, accompanied by countless miserable howls like those of vengeful spirits. This time, even the barrier the Eight-Treasure Arhat had erected could not hold. But just as it was about to break, a soft chant suddenly sounded.
"Check the roll in the Eastern Peak's court, strike the names from the register on Blade Mountain! Zhang, Wang, Li, Zhao, all you ghostly soldiers, in life you were loyal and valiant souls..."
There was no magic power infused into it, nor was it a command to summon a god. Strictly speaking, it was merely the White Gate's Spirit Passage method Old Li had taught him back then.
Yet, for some unknown reason, the thing abruptly stopped battering the wall.
A moment later, a tuneless murmur sounded.
Unfortunately, its words had long since become unintelligible.
Just then,