The Ghost Realm

Ye Kongzi had never fought such a stifling battle in his life.

Unable to strike back, he could only passively endure the beating.

Like a fool, he struggled forward along the road. Before, behind, left, and right, deathly light shone everywhere, while cultivators around him fell as if grass beneath a scythe.

Though he used every divine ability at his disposal to protect everyone, and the ten Immaculate Realm cultivators joined forces without holding back, their opponents were simply more cunning and vicious, their methods more venomous. They specifically targeted the weak. As the saying went, better to break one of the enemy's fingers than wound all ten; on the Road of Judgment, this principle was brought to its very peak.

All the stone statues were focusing their fire. The cultivators' only hope was that they would not become the next target—and that they could escape this swamp of death as quickly as possible.

But how could Ning Ye possibly give them that chance?

Seated high at the observation post, he was like a cold and merciless chess player, controlling every stone statue and directing each soldier under his command. He even had time to explain things to Jiang Xiaofan beside him—Jiang Xiaofan was the only one who had not acted. Instead, he sat properly at Ning Ye's side, watching him command the battle.

This left Jiang Xiaofan somewhat confused. "Master? Why do I need to learn this?"

Ning Ye replied, "You possess a spirit-communing constitution. Innately, you can contain the consciousness of countless Primordial Spirits. For you, absorbing and acquiring have never been difficult. Only two things are difficult. Do you know what they are?"

Jiang Xiaofan answered, "Victory on the battlefield of souls is one. But this disciple does not know the other."

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