Boom! In an instant, the unleashed force swept through everything. The Ghost Soldiers and Yin Energy around the Ghost General flew away like mist and leaves caught in a gale.
Powerful as the Ghost General was, the attack caught him off guard. He could not withstand the scorching wave of yang energy and retreated step by step. The ghostly aura around him, which had formed a suit of armor, was stripped away, revealing his true appearance: a grievously wounded general with arrows buried all over his body. Even his left arm seemed to have been severed.
"Huh? This fellow doesn't look like one of the Tribal Stockade Barbarians. He looks like a soldier from Marquis Wu's army..."
Tang Changsheng muttered to himself, taken somewhat by surprise.
Even so, Tang Changsheng showed no mercy. Miss this chance, and it would never come again.
This was a bolt of Solar True Thunder he had refined while preparing the Solar Ghost-Slaying Talisman, formed entirely by compressing the power of Solar True Fire. Its might was unexpectedly immense. But he only had the one!
Now that he had created an opening, how could Tang Changsheng hold back? Wishfire shot out. This time, it was no mere clump: a seemingly endless stream of it poured forth as though it cost him nothing.
At first, the Ghost General raised his iron hammer to defend himself. But when he saw the Wishfire charging straight toward him like a dragon, despair crossed his face. He lowered both hands and let the fiery dragon strike his chest.
Boom... The Ghost General burst into flames. Amid the roaring Wishfire, a trace of relief appeared on his face. His lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but the flames swallowed him whole.
"Return..." Tang Changsheng formed a hand seal