Although the ghost general had suffered heavy damage, it was still a Soul Condensation Stage ghost and reacted with incredible speed. Black qi flickered in its remaining right hand, instantly condensing into that battle halberd again. However, the halberd's power was far weaker than before, and it was almost translucent.
Gripping the halberd one-handed, the ghost general moved its arm, and the weapon slashed out at an unimaginable speed. Thrusts, knocks, clashes, twists—more than a dozen rings of clashing metal sounded in rapid succession. The battle halberd moved like a writhing flood dragon, blocking all dozen-plus sword shadows in an instant.
Yet it had been severely injured after all. Having blocked Shen Luo's strike, it was knocked backward.
At that moment, a black halo shot over from the side and enveloped the ghost general with lightning speed.
The ghost's body immediately froze in place, unable to move. A small black bag appeared above its head—it was the Cosmic Bag.
Shen Luo's ten fingers moved like spinning wheels, sending streams of hand seals into the Cosmic Bag like raindrops.
The Cosmic Bag immediately expanded to several zhang in size. A black halo appeared at its opening, within which countless wisps of black qi danced and swirled, releasing a powerful suction force.
The surrounding air whirled with a howl, forming a vortex several zhang wide.
The ghost general's body immediately became unsteady, showing faint signs of being drawn into the bag.
However, the ghost suddenly let out a roar. The black qi around its body spun rapidly, producing a shrill whistling sound as it resisted the Cosmic Bag's capture.
Moreover, strands of yin qi surged toward it from all directions and merged into its body. The ghost general's damaged body actually began to show signs of recovery.
Shen Luo's expression darkened. He