Yin Soldiers Borrow the Road

But before the two could attack the other evil spirits, the ghosts they had "killed" began to recover. Black mist gathered around every wound, whether a ruptured chest or a severed waist, and one by one, the ghosts stood up again.

The two were startled for only a moment before they sent their Magical Artifacts back into the fight.

This time, neither struck at the ghosts' bodies. As if by unspoken agreement, they aimed for their heads.

Once a ghost's head was shattered, its body rapidly decayed into a cloud of black mist that merged with the other ghosts. Those that absorbed the remnants grew a little more solid.

"Heh. They can absorb each other, too. Interesting..." Lü He sneered.

He chanted a few words, formed a hand seal, and thrust his hand forward.

Earth and stone cracked beneath them. Fragments of rock rose into the air, each wrapped in a yellow glow that shaped it into a sharp spike, then shot toward the evil spirits.

Dozens of stone spikes whistled through the ghosts like a driving storm. With a rapid series of thuds, they riddled more than a dozen of them with holes.

Several ghosts had their heads smashed to pulp and dissolved entirely into ash. Yellow light lingered around the wounds of the rest, weighing them down as though with stones and leaving them unable to rise.

Shen Luo watched with quiet admiration. These people each wielded Magic Power of a different nature, and none lacked skill. Lü He in particular looked simple and lumbering, yet his control over earth spells was remarkably precise.

"These ghosts linger on the boundary between yin and yang, their forms caught between substance and shadow. Unless you counter them with thunder or fire, other methods take twice the effort for half the