At that moment, Wang Yufu's power was already infinitely close to that of a Pure Yang Deity. One could imagine how gifted he was, and how bitterly he had cultivated.
Once he personally entered the fray, a streak of Golden Light, faintly edged with flame, swept around a massive black shadow.
The shadow let out a soundless scream and collapsed without a whisper, like a snowman.
"Fire..."
The two thousand Magical Weapons had split into ten Battle Formations of two hundred each. With the Ghost Soldiers' help, they too were locked in battle with the Essence Souls of the Savage Beasts.
In life, these Savage Beasts had all been immensely powerful. Many had been colossal creatures like the great turtle on Cloudtail Mountain.
Their greatest strength, however, had lain in their Physical Bodies and Bloodlines. Now that only their Essence Souls remained, they possessed a few dozenths of their former power, perhaps even just a hundredth.
Even so, ordinary Ghost Soldiers were no match for them. Only the Magical Weapons could hold them off at all.
Arrows rained from one Battle Formation, leaving a Savage Beast's Essence Soul bristling like a hedgehog. It still charged up to the formation and sent seven or eight Magical Weapons flying before it fell. Its soul scattered, leaving nothing behind.
Wang Yufu had just destroyed one Savage Beast's Essence Soul when he saw this. His heart tightened.
In fact, the entire battle line was under severe strain. The formations everywhere were close to buckling.
He groaned inwardly. He had known that establishing a Cave Abode here would be like breaking virgin ground, but he had never imagined the place would be so much more dangerous than he expected.
Yet Wang Yufu was resolute. He did not lose heart. Rallying himself, he flew forward and