The people of Stone Screen Tribal Stockade cried out in alarm, their cheers from moments ago dying away.
Never had they imagined that the Warrior Spirits they revered would fall into such peril the moment they appeared!
Morale plunged to rock bottom. Amid the panic, several hot-blooded young men even rushed out to save the Warrior Spirits they worshipped.
But before they could get close, the Yin Wind swept around them. In an instant, the Ghost Creatures drained every scrap of their vital energy, leaving them aged and feeble—nothing but dried corpses.
The situation had become desperate. Just when Stone Screen Tribal Stockade seemed doomed, the Stone Screen Realm Lord appeared beside Tang Changsheng and bowed deeply. "Please save them, Mage. These Warrior Spirits are the greatest support our Tribal Stockade has. If anything happens to them..."
Tang Changsheng nodded slightly. He knew what those Warrior Spirits meant to such a small Tribal Stockade.
He drew a wisp from the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp's flame and pressed it against the Three Realms Mirror...
The ghostly figures were about to surround and slaughter the Warrior Spirits when fireballs suddenly sprang from nowhere and swept toward them.
At first, the Ghost Creatures took them for ordinary flames and paid them no mind. One towering Ghost Creature even raised its Mountain-Cleaving Saber and hacked at a fireball, as though it meant to split it in two.
But the instant the blade touched the flame, the Mountain-Cleaving Saber caught fire. The blaze spread, engulfing the Ghost Creature as easily as lighting a candle.
The Ghost Creature screamed itself hoarse. Streams of Yin Energy poured from its body as it tried to smother the flames.
But how could it know that this flame was Wishfire? Wherever a wish reached, nothing failed to answer. How could