Wherever Tang Changsheng passed, the hazy white figures either fled in terror or were devoured by the Guardian Yin Soldiers.
"Hmm, still not good enough. These Guardian Yin Soldiers aren't much to look at!"
Though the Guardian Yin Soldiers had been purified, they were still Ghost Creatures, heavy with Yin Substance and lacking a grand, radiant presence.
So Tang Changsheng recalled the Yin Soldiers and silently invoked, "Founding Patriarch Protector, please lend me your aid!"
His sincere plea drew an immediate response. A red-gold radiance appeared and swept around like a Thunderbolt, driving every last one of the countless Wandering Souls and Wild Ghosts from the Mountain.
The troops under Tang Xiang were still in disarray when they saw the white figures pressing closer. Then, in an instant, those figures scattered in every direction like startled ducks.
Tang Xiang and the others thought an even fiercer Ghost Creature had arrived. As they braced themselves, a light shone through the rain, mist, and darkness, unbearably sacred and blazing hot.
That light, rising suddenly from the darkness to drive away all Ghost Creatures and evil, eased every heart. They could not help thinking of the legendary descent of the Gods and Buddhas.
Behind Tang Changsheng stood a Divine General in golden armor, with the sun and moon on his shoulders and the Steel Whip in his hand. His face was fierce and his form almost transparent, yet he followed Tang Changsheng like a protector!
At the sight, some devout, timid soldiers fell to their knees before they even realized it.
"It's Mr. Tang! It's Mr. Tang..." someone cried, recognizing the light.
As the glow drew closer, they saw that it was indeed Tang Changsheng, carrying an oil lamp.
A circle of light cast by the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp's Wishfire surrounded him,