Frost said nothing more and stepped aside.
Zhao Fu walked forward, pushed open the wooden door, and led the group inside. It was freezing within, as though they had entered an ice cave, making every hair on their bodies stand on end.
After a while, countless blue flames ignited. Soldiers with illusory bodies and faint blue glows appeared, wielding all manner of weapons as they charged at Zhao Fu's group. There were an enormous number of them—at least several thousand.
Zhao Fu remained where he was and did not attack. Mosak's Null Domain spread outward, rapidly weakening the ghosts, while Molafei gripped his dagger and rushed forward at high speed.
His dagger flashed with cold light, and each slash swept away whole swathes of ghost soldiers. Lin Yan'er also stepped forward, swinging the swords around her and sending out streaks of red sword light that easily slew the ghost soldiers.
In less than a moment, the several thousand ghost soldiers had all died, and Zhao Fu continued onward with the group.
Before they had gone far, another group of ghost soldiers charged at them with icy auras. Zhao Fu still did not make a move, leaving the others to kill them.
After roughly five or six hours, having slain more than a dozen waves of ghost soldiers, Zhao Fu's group arrived in a great hall.
This hall was very spacious. At its center stood a six-meter-tall square stone platform, while countless ghost soldiers stood around the hall, numbering over ten thousand. The moment they saw Zhao Fu's group appear, they surged over like a tidal wave.
Zhao Fu finally made his move. He took out the Angel Sword and raised it high. Countless rays of white light spread outward, and a beautiful six-winged angel appeared.
Boom!
A thunderous blast rang