Fierce Battle Against the Hordes of Ghosts

Shen Luo's expression did not change. Instead, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The sword art in his hand suddenly shifted, red light flaring from his fingertips as he pointed into the void.

With a whoosh, a mass of crimson flames emerged from the Pure Yang Sword Embryo—it was the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

The moment the black threads touched the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, they snapped apart inch by inch and dissolved into drifting black vapor. The sword embryo immediately regained its freedom, its sword radiance surging forth with Red Lotus Karmic Fire mixed within as it slashed fiercely ahead.

Screech!

The wraith shrieked. A crack more than ten feet long was carved across its back, from which wisps of ghostly qi spilled out.

With a wave of his hand, Shen Luo swung the short green axe in his hand, unleashing another thick bolt of azure lightning that struck the wraith.

The azure lightning exploded, tearing away and consuming nearly half the wraith's body, which dispersed into black vapor.

Yet the Pure Yang Sword Embryo within the wraith did not fly out. With a flash of spiritual light, it slashed viciously in another direction.

Screech! An even larger sword wound appeared on the ghost's body.

The wraith's body exploded completely and vanished into nothingness. Amid the ghostly qi that had yet to disperse, a black pearl appeared, exuding astonishing yin qi.

"Quick! Give me that pearl!" The Cosmic Bag shook violently as the ghost general inside cried out excitedly.

Shen Luo waved his hand and drew the pearl into his grasp, casually tossing it into the Cosmic Bag before continuing to race toward the civilians by the shore.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two more ghosts blocked his path: one was a blood-red ghost no larger than a