(Yesterday's flood of updates sent the average subscriptions plunging by more than a hundred. I'm coughing blood...)
The moment Tang Changsheng saw that faint shadow head toward Dead Man Mountain, he knew what the wretch intended to do.
He knows about the Ghost Domain sealed beneath Yin-Yang Mountain, and he still wants to make a move?
Tang Changsheng sneered and shouted, "An army is raised for a thousand days to be used in a single hour. Yuan Wu, come out and stop that scoundrel!"
A lazy voice answered. On the Yin Soldier Camp Board, a Chess Piece engraved with the word "General" rose in a glow streaked with black qi, then flew out the window.
As the shadow reached the mountain ridge, mist suddenly surged. Yuan Wu emerged from a cloud of black qi, his body half solid and half insubstantial. Around him, the black qi bared its claws and teeth, blocking the shadow's path.
The faint shadow finally stopped. Now Tang Changsheng could see him clearly: a young man with a deathly pale face and not a trace of human warmth, much like a Zombie.
Yet he was no Zombie. A sliver of life still clung to him.
Neither dead nor alive, wandering between yin and yang: such was a Yin Demon!
This fellow was, without question, one of the Five Directions Yin Demons.
Finding his path blocked, his expression shifted. A trace of fear—or disbelief—crossed his face. "A Grade-C Yin Soldier? No, a Ferocious Ghost!"
He had never imagined the General's Temple had such a powerful ghost under its command!
He had thought his Five Ghost Soldiers would be enough to tie down the General's Temple's forces, letting him slip into the Ghost Domain with ease...
But Tang Changsheng possessed the Three Realms Mirror, a treasure that illuminated