The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in True Person Lü Yuanhua's hands had been famous enough back then!
So although Tang Changsheng had lit his Heavenly Heart, its outward radiance covered only three yards around him. Biquge...
He walked forward step by step, provoking the monster into a rage. Another storm of flying sand and Stone swept toward him.
Tang Changsheng lacked the female official's deep inner strength. He practiced martial arts too, but only casually, not seriously.
Yet he naturally had a way to deal with this Yin Wind and flying gravel. He formed a hand seal and shouted, "Yin Soldiers, come out..."
Several gusts of sinister wind flew from the tents of the Yin Soldier Camp Board, turned into streams of white vapor, and swept in front of Tang Changsheng to shield him.
Each of these Grade-C Yin Soldiers barely possessed Object Manipulation. With all five deployed, they swept away every brick and tile hurtling straight at Tang Changsheng's face.
"Yin Soldiers of the Daoist Tradition!"
The shrill voice cried out in alarm. The monster had clearly recognized them and was wary.
Orthodox Yin Soldiers of the Daoist Tradition were utterly different from ordinary Ghost Creatures. At the very least, the resentful, baleful energy on them had been refined away, something anyone with eyes could see.
Marquis Wu had always been hostile to Daoists. Ever since True Person Lü Yuanhua was killed, most Daoists in Wu Hou State had been executed or driven out. Where had this Mage come from? And one from the orthodox Daoist Tradition at that?
Uncertain and suspicious, the monster dared not act rashly. Instead, it drew back the strange wind and vanished in an instant.
"Return!"
Tang Changsheng formed a hand seal and pointed. The five Grade-C Yin Soldiers immediately turned into white vapor