Such a scene, such utter domination, chilled every human present to the very depths of their hearts.
How were they supposed to fight? How were they supposed to contend?
Several of the strongest experts, each possessing over ten thousand Dao Intent Inscriptions, had joined forces against the Nine Yin Ghost Generals, only to be completely crushed without the slightest ability to fight back.
Looking again at Murong Hongye and the others, fear had already surfaced on their faces. They were now trembling all over, wanting to flee yet not knowing how, while fighting offered absolutely no possibility of victory.
The Nine Yin Ghost Generals was simply too terrifying. Though both sides were at the Nirvana Stage, the gap between them was as vast as heaven and earth.
By this point, only Jiang Zhiliang and a few others were still desperately holding on.
Yet even Jiang Zhiliang, who had always been rather confident in himself, wore a face full of despair. He had painstakingly rescued these experts, only for every last one of them to be defeated in the blink of an eye.
Only he remained, struggling bitterly, yet he had no idea how much longer he could hold out.
The Nine Yin Ghost Generals licked his lips, curling them into a cruel smile. He cackled. "What, are you scared? Frightened? Hehehe, Jiang Zhiliang, your greatest mistake was resisting me. If you had obediently accepted death, how clean and simple that would have been. Yet you insisted on dragging a group of people along to do meaningless, useless things."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Nine Yin Ghost Generals suddenly raised his hand.
Then...
Three Yin Finger Strike.
This third strike was even more terrifying than the last. Three streams of ghostly Qi came from different directions. Jiang Zhiliang shuddered