More Demon Wraiths charged toward the Martial Temple contingent. They hurled themselves onto the shield wall, their powerful impacts forcing the shield-bearing Martial Guards back again and again.
One Demon Wraith seized a spear shaft and, ignoring the cinnabar scorching its palm black, dragged the spear-wielding Martial Guard toward the shield wall by brute force.
"Let go!"
A companion beside him swung his saber and severed the Demon Wraith's arm.
The severed arm fell to the ground, its five fingers still clawing ceaselessly.
The Demon Wraith that had lost its arm stepped on another wraith's body and leaped high, clearing the shield wall to pounce on those behind it.
Meng Tingxue stepped forward.
Her sword gleamed like snow.
Hiss!
The longsword pierced the Demon Wraith's chest with unerring precision.
Pale white frost force erupted along the blade, freezing the crimson wraith's body for an instant. Then the cinnabar on the sword ignited with yang fire, shattering the Ghost Core in its chest.
On the other side, Xue Ping's fighting style was more direct.
He swung his thick-backed heavy saber like a black door panel.
Bang!
A Demon Wraith's head and shoulders were smashed to pieces.
Xue Ping laughed loudly, pulled his saber back, and slashed again.
But two Demon Wraiths soon pounced from the side.
He Jinnian thrust his longsword twice, tracing two cold streaks through the air. He drove one back, then turned to block the other for Xue Ping.
Demon Wraiths continued pouring endlessly from the fissures deep in the mountains.
A martial artist had just severed a Demon Wraith's neck and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when its headless body suddenly lunged forward, driving a claw into his abdomen.
"Help..."
The martial artist opened his mouth and spat blood.
Nearby Demon Wraiths caught the