Time slipped by, second by second.
The number of "Ghost Corpses" in the field shrank at a visible rate. Qian threaded through them, the short sword in his hand flashing again and again as he hacked off head after head.
During that time, he discovered that aside from their outstanding close-combat ability and their capacity to use a few simple ninjutsu, these "Ghost Corpses" could also spew a kind of poisonous mist.
Well.
Calling it poisonous mist was not quite accurate. In essence, it was more like a kind of bacteria.
Once it got on a living person, it would reproduce rapidly, then corrode the human body, making the host's movements gradually become sluggish and stiff.
In the end, it would transform them into the likeness of a "Ghost Corpse."
However, this move was useless against Qian. Usually, before the poisonous mist could even get close, he would cast "Wind Release: Great Breakthrough" and blow it apart.
After that, what awaited these "Ghost Corpses" was another round of slaughter.
And as the slaughter continued, Qian noticed that Ghost's condition was getting worse and worse.
Most rational people, upon seeing the situation turn unfavorable, would weigh their options and most likely withdraw first, then think of a way to regain their ground later.
But—
Ghost?
It was as if he had no such concept at all.
As Qian killed more and more "Ghost Corpses," the other party's emotions gradually began to spiral out of control.
By the end, he had almost turned into a wild beast, completely losing all judgment. All he knew was to attack Qian.
This left Qian somewhat surprised.
However, he did not look deeper into it. Given the current situation, to him, this was merely a negligible little interlude.
Right now, he only wanted to resolve this