Thirty-odd gray-white shadows were slowly descending from overhead, already less than thirty feet away.
"Above us."
"Goddamn it, looks like we've got a sneaky, tough bastard!"
Liao Yinmu roared and swung his peachwood sword upward. A beam of eerie green light shot skyward, cleaving the nearest yin ghost in two.
The yin ghost let out a piercing shriek and dissolved into a cloud of gray-white mist.
Xie Guiling reacted just as quickly. He shook the Soul Seizure Bell in his hand, sending a ring of dark red sound waves spreading outward. The first three yin ghosts to swoop down were struck and hurled backward as though smashed by a heavy hammer.
"Yin ghosts?!"
Xie Guiling narrowed his eyes and scanned their surroundings. "There's a fellow practitioner nearby!"
Before his words had faded, the remaining twenty-odd yin ghosts were already upon them.
He dared not hesitate. With a flick of his wrist, the Soul Seizure Bell rang out in a frantic jangle.
Seven or eight scarlet vicious ghosts erupted around Xie Guiling, colliding head-on with the approaching yin ghosts.
Ghostly howls immediately tore through the air above the slope, and killing intent surged.
Xie Guiling's vicious ghosts were wreathed in blood baleful intent, with hooked claws and hideous faces.
By comparison, the Merit Banner's yin ghosts looked somewhat insubstantial, their ferocity lacking.
Despite their superior numbers, the yin ghosts were being beaten back.
Chen Mo crouched behind a carriage two hundred feet away, his face expressionless.
He had no intention of stepping out.
Those yin ghosts were merely an appetizer, meant to draw the Twin Fiends of Plum Mountain's attention.
The true killing move lay elsewhere.
At that moment, eight Shadow Puppets had finished forming within the shadows behind the two men.
Black mist curled around their bodies. They had no