Ba Dawang Seeks Merit to Atone for His Crime

This was simply giving them no face at all.

The Ghost Tamer had barely landed when he struggled to his feet in terror, his ghosts nearly all scattered.

Aoandon let out a shrill scream and rushed back to wrap around the Ghost Tamer, forming a faint, damaged suit of ghost armor.

He could not understand it. A few days ago, this move had let him slaughter his way through everyone. No one had been able to see his Aoandon. If they could not even see it, how could they attack it?

But today, this group was practically precision-guided. They could clearly see his Aoandon. Under such circumstances, once he was engaged in close combat, he had almost no chance of winning.

So he turned in terror and tried to run.

Unfortunately, a huge ghost-head saber had already come crashing down on him.

"Where do you think you're running?!"

With that furious shout, the Ghost Tamer's body was cleaved cleanly in two before he could even struggle.

Much of his ghost armor had already been dispersed. If the ghost armor had deployed its formation, he alone could have fought several close-combat fighters.

But without the ghost armor, the Final Blade Federation's Fistmasters and Blade-and-Sword Enchanters could beat Red Sun Federation warriors of the same level to a pulp.

Elsewhere, another Ghost Tamer summoned a breathtakingly beautiful woman in enormous white robes, floating above his head.

With a wave of her hand, the area within dozens of meters turned into a frozen wasteland. Frost began spreading across the ground, and every warrior fighting within that range had to maintain high-speed movement.

The moment they stopped moving for more than a second within that area, a layer of frost would freeze over their entire body, drastically restricting their movement.

After two seconds of