I looked at the wolf demon's corpse, its blackish-yellow flames burning away its blood energy until it resembled a dried mummy.
The fury and grief in my heart had not diminished in the slightest.
I stomped down on it.
With a crack, I crushed the wolf demon's corpse to pieces beneath my foot.
At the same time, Dark Axe in hand, I pulled Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud from the ground and charged toward Daoist Qingshan.
Zhang Yuchen and Pan Ling followed close behind.
"Kill!"
"They all have to die!"
"Kill!"
The three of us shouted as we charged forward.
In an instant, we reached the frontline where Daoist Qingshan was.
I leaped forward and swung my sword.
With a bang, I cleaved a Petrified Evil Ghost to death. Zhang Yuchen sent another flying with a kick.
Pan Ling cast the Spirit Light Spell, supporting our attacks.
With the three of us joining the fight, the pressure on Daoist Qingshan dropped sharply.
But there were also an enormous number of ghosts ahead:
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The ghost horde surged toward us without end.
At a glance, they formed a dense mass of Petrified Ghosts, a special ghost species from the Tatar side.
They did not use fangs or claws, only pairs of petrified iron fists that smashed down with bang, bang, bang.
Straight ahead, Master stood alone at the very front.
His Thunder Method blasted out with repeated booms, keeping both the ghost horde and the insect swarm from coming close.
Yet the number of ghosts was beyond expectations.
One look was enough to tell there were at least four or five hundred of them.
Such a large-scale assault by a ghost horde had clearly been planned in advance.
And they had chosen the night of Jade Soul's birthday banquet to attack