Chasing Ghosts

Shen Luo's expression did not change. He merely waved a hand, and a crimson light flared before him. The Pure Yang Sword Embryo rang out with a clear sword cry, sending a blade of light several feet long shooting forward like a bolt of silk.

Ripples of red light spread wherever the sword passed. The ghosts had barely charged close when the light swept across them. As if scorched by a raging fire, they shrieked and howled, scrambling to dodge to either side.

But the ward gate was narrow, leaving them little room. They crowded together in a panic, unable to retreat in time.

The crimson blade of light drove straight through the gate, then wheeled around. It darted back and forth like a needle pulling thread, scattering more than a dozen ghosts in a few breaths and leaving only patches of sludge behind.

Shen Luo moved. Moonlight spilled beneath his feet as he flashed through the gate and headed straight for the Deer-Headed Ghost. The moment he drew close, he flung a Falling Thunder Talisman toward the back of its neck.

Bloodlight flashed in the Deer-Headed Ghost's eyes. It formed a hand seal before its chest, and bloodlight surged around it, condensing into a spherical barrier.

The Falling Thunder Talisman struck the blood-red barrier with an explosive crack!

Boom!

Silver lightning as thick as an arm lit up the surrounding night. White electricity burst against the blood-red barrier like fireworks, sending countless fine arcs shooting in every direction.

The barrier shook violently for a moment but showed no sign of breaking.

The Deer-Headed Ghost swept up a hand. A long, blood-red saber slid from its sleeve and slashed toward Shen Luo's waist.

Shen Luo's gaze sharpened, and he immediately formed a hand seal.

With a hum, dazzling yellow light