The Imperial Killing Sword plunged into the ground, and a black shockwave spread outward with the force of bamboo splitting before a blade, moving at astonishing speed. Zhao Fu let out a roar, "Lord of Soldiers!"
Boom!
An earth-shaking explosion erupted. The Imperial Killing Sword shot forth a pillar of black light that blasted into the sky with terrifying power, making the heavens shudder violently. Black light spread across the sky, while gusts of wind blew outward from the pillar's center.
An immense aura of slaughter also erupted from underground like a volcanic eruption, surging in all directions with a momentum that seemed capable of sweeping everything away.
The people around Zhao Fu, including Shang Long, experienced the terror of this power most keenly. Their bodies stiffened beneath the rampaging aura of war, their hearts turning ice-cold as intense fear gripped them.
Boom!
The black shockwave instantly spread to the approaching ghost soldiers and continued expanding at high speed. The ghost soldiers caught within it froze one after another, a sight so shocking it defied belief.
The slaughter aura that erupted forth and surged in every direction like a tide opened like the maw of a beast, swallowing the frozen ghost soldiers one after another.
The shockwave swiftly covered the entire battlefield. The countless ghost soldiers across it all came to a halt one by one, then were drowned by the ferocious aura of slaughter. The formerly blood-red sky gradually turned black, saturated with killing intent.
In the end, that savage, tide-like slaughter aura covered the entire battlefield. Without exception, every ghost soldier was devoured; not one could escape. At that moment, everything seemed frozen, and heaven and earth alike became steeped in grim slaughter.
With a smile on his face, Zhao Fu slowly pulled the sword from the ground.