Bang—
Boom boom boom!!!
An explosive crash rang out where the weapons collided. Torrent Gallop carried Xiang An backward, avoiding the attack that had erupted from beneath the ground.
"Tch, no effect?" The burly, hard-featured Servant curled his lips in irritation, yanked his strange weapon out of the ground, and rested it on his shoulder.
Having opened some distance, Xiang An pointed his Great Pi forward and once again drove Torrent Gallop charging at the Servant.
The Four Ghost Generals had appeared around the man at some point, attacking in an encircling formation.
"Hmph!" The man snorted and charged toward one side first.
With five people surrounding him, he had to break through one corner if he wanted to escape alive.
The direction he chose was that of the lower Ghost General, Liao Ye.
"Roar—" Liao Ye, green-faced and fanged, let out a howl and swung his long ge downward in a crushing blow. The man twisted aside to evade it, then gripped his sword's hilt with both hands and thrust straight at Liao Ye's exposed armpit.
Liao Ye reacted swiftly as well. He violently pulled back his long ge, using its shaft to block the blunt strike of that bizarre greatsword. Though he was forced back several steps, he had at least defended against the attack.
Behind him, the other three Ghost Generals and Xiang An had already arrived in rapid succession.
Xiang An and Zi Juan arrived almost at the same time. Xiang An raised his Great Pi high, aiming straight for the man's head, while Zi Juan's spear stabbed upward toward the man's chest.
Wei Hao thrust his sword at the man's left flank, Liang Ning swung his halberd at his right flank, and Liao Ye had already sealed off his retreat completely.
"Hah—!!!"
"Roar—"
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