"Black Tortoise Grand Formation, defend with everything you've got!" Yuan Wu roared. The power of the Battle Formation merged once more with the camp board's domain, becoming one as it braced against the knife-sharp Astral Wind.
The Bloodstained Ghosts were far less fortunate. Caught off guard, they were exposed directly to the Astral Wind.
In an instant, countless Bloodstained Ghosts had their Blood Essence and yin energy blown apart. Their souls scattered too, never to gather again!
Hmph. To withstand the Astral Wind alone, one would have to be at least a Malicious Ghost Level—that is, a Grade-B Yin Soldier. The Bloodstained Ghosts might be numerous, but individually they were weak, no stronger than Grade-C Yin Soldiers.
Tang Changsheng sneered inwardly. This was a trap he had arranged in advance. How many of the Bloodstained Ghosts that had given chase would remain once the Astral Wind passed?
The camp board's domain stood unmoving as a mountain. No matter how the Astral Wind howled outside, it showed no reaction. Its yin mist was dense as a wall; even the fiercest wind could not budge it.
Outside, the Bloodstained Ghosts fared miserably, bursting one by one like bubbles in the Astral Wind.
When the brief blast of Astral Wind passed, the surroundings were empty. At least two thousand Bloodstained Ghosts had been lured out and had their souls scattered to the winds.
"Rest for a quarter of an hour and replenish your Ritual Food. Then we'll fight our way back into the City God Underworld Office. Let's see how many Bloodstained Ghosts are left inside." Tang Changsheng gave the order in a cold voice.
"Yes!" His Spirit Ghosts and officers accepted the order, their spirits soaring after such a victory.
Between that advance and retreat, perhaps two or three thousand Bloodstained Ghosts