Hold On, the Victor's Posture

At that instant, all four of us unleashed our strongest techniques.

Those who walked the Yin path lived by the blade's edge, fighting to the death...

For a moment, white light blazed.

Explosions rang out without end.

The terrifying power of the talismans shook the air around us.

Ripples of spiritual force spread outward like a tide.

As for those ghost birds formed from black mist, they were almost completely swept away by the shockwaves of spiritual force.

The two paper effigy ghost riders at the forefront were struck down on the spot, their bodies engulfed in talisman fire.

However, the Sun-Moon Heavenly Light Incantation clearly had little effect on these powerful evil entities.

One of the paper ghosts even launched a sneak attack on Pan Ling from behind.

Zhang Yuchen did not hesitate in the slightest when he saw it.

He raised his Coin Sword and slashed at the paper ghost.

"Green Dragon Crescent Slash!"

At once, the Yin-Yang Embroidery on his back lit up, and a phantom image emerged.

With one slash, the paper ghost was instantly hacked to pieces.

Its power was no weaker than Palm Thunder—perhaps even stronger.

Of course, the cost was tremendous.

The moment he landed, Zhang Yuchen went limp.

But he had no choice but to use that move. The paper ghost was far stronger than he was right now.

"Zhang Yuchen!"

Pan Ling anxiously stepped in front of Zhang Yuchen, blocking the incoming ghost rider.

But she was sent flying three meters away by a single blow.

"Junior Sister!"

Mao Jing hurriedly turned back to save her.

Zhang Yuchen watched it all. Even as his body trembled, his eyes remained resolute.

"Ou... Ou Doudou... I... how can I fall..."

He bit his finger and drew another bloody mark on his forehead.

Panting