"Ha ha, foolish human, your so-called starlight is utterly useless against us Nether Ghosts."
Although more than half the demons had been slain, the Nether Ghosts present had suffered few casualties. With their formless, shadowless bodies, they could turn substance into insubstantiality, allowing the starlight to pass straight through them and bombard other places.
The Nether Ghosts immediately grew smug. As expected, they were a race favored by heaven. A weak race like humanity simply could not kill Nether Ghosts—this was an innate force of suppression.
"Human, release us at once. Otherwise, once we find a flaw in this barrier, you're dead. Even your soul will be devoured clean."
A Nether Ghost roared, threatening Xia Ping.
The many Nether Ghosts released their oppressive auras. Chilling winds swept through the barrier space, as though the place had transformed into a boundless ghostly domain that would drag in all living beings and devour their souls.
"A bunch of idiots."
Xia Ping shook his head and took out another hell-forged magic treasure—the Spear of Hell. At once, a terrifying aura of hell emanated from his body and flooded the entire barrier space.
"Damn it, this human bastard has another magic treasure on him? That's going too far."
One Nether Ghost was so frightened its face turned green. It had thought it was already outrageous for this human to possess three sacred artifacts, yet he had another powerful magic treasure. His methods emerged one after another without end.
"No, no, this isn't an ordinary magic treasure. The Spear of Hell—this is the legendary weapon of hell's jailers!" A Nether Ghost shrieked. Seeing the Spear of Hell in Xia Ping's hand, terror surged from the depths of its heart, as though ancient memories had returned to its body. It trembled uncontrollably.
"What's going on? The