One of the young men who had spoken ill of Tang Changsheng earlier had been pinned down by several Corpse Ghosts. They were about to bite him to death.
Several fingernail-sized sparks flew over. This time, they were close enough for him to see clearly: the sparks shot straight into the Corpse Ghosts' eye sockets and nostrils. In an instant, the ghosts began burning from within. Flames poured from their eyes and noses, then seeped through their pores, turning them into figures of fire in the blink of an eye.
Strangely, when the flames reached him, they gave off no heat and did him no harm.
While he was still wondering about it, someone hauled him to his feet. "What are you standing there for? Come with me, quick!"
Only then did he see fire raging all around. Every Corpse Ghost had been swallowed by the blaze. They were saved!
Everyone stumbled toward Tang Changsheng. The mist spread and enveloped them all.
Only then did they discover that the mist held a world of its own. Inside stood dozens of Yin Soldiers, each with a powerful presence and a ghostly body as pure as glass.
They were Guardian Yin Soldiers of the Daoist Tradition, and every one of them had an exceptionally strong aura. At the very least, they were Grade-C Yin Soldiers; quite a few were Grade-B Yin Soldiers.
Most striking of all were five Yin Soldiers clad in heavy armor patterned with Talismans. Their auras were not merely powerful and steady.
Their armor and weapons also had the solid weight of steel arms and armor from the mortal world. Dense Talisman markings covered them like intricate patterns, lending them an even greater air of mystery.
"Magical Weapons! Those are Magical Weapons!" someone with a keen eye recognized them