King Shangyang was overjoyed. He accepted the order at once and led a hundred Yin Soldiers equipped with Paper Soldiers into battle. Thirty were Grade B, and seventy were Grade C. Though few in number, they were elite to the core.
They burst from the camp and hacked through the Bloodstained Ghosts besieging it as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. The Grade-B Yin Soldiers in particular had scarcely an enemy who could withstand a single exchange. With each slash, a Bloodstained Ghost's soul scattered into nothingness.
Yet as the Bloodstained Ghosts dispersed, they released more than yin and Ghost Aura. Blood Pollution Aura spread with it, defiling not only the Paper Soldiers but the Yin Soldiers themselves.
Whenever a blade struck a Bloodstained Ghost, it hissed. The glow of the Paper Soldier began to dim. After two or three blows, it turned black and rotted through, useless.
Tang Changsheng had been fairly optimistic about the battle. Seeing the Paper Soldiers he had worked so hard to prepare so easily defiled by the blood pollution, he was alarmed. "Bring up the main force, quickly—"
Yuan Wu did not dare delay. He had not expected this turn of events either, and hurriedly ordered King Shangyang to lead the Yin Soldiers back into the camp.
Just then, a sudden crash rang out. A swath of buildings seemed to collapse, and still more Bloodstained Ghosts rushed forth, gathering into a flood that must have numbered in the tens of thousands.
"Not good!" Tang Changsheng's true body, watching through the Three Realms Mirror from the General's Temple, cried out inwardly. Could this be a trap?
Probably not. These Bloodstained Ghosts were so frenzied. How could they have laid a trap?
He gave a cold snort. *Fortunately, this mage came prepared. I've always been cautious,