They charged at Tang Changsheng from left and right. Before they even drew close, countless piercing cries tangled around his ears. Bearing waves of Yin Wind and Grievance Aura, they rushed straight at him.
"Come on!"
Tang Changsheng had just recalled his divided spirit. He held nothing back now. A Golden Tiger suddenly leaped out, nearly ten yards tall and looming like a small mountain. It pounced on one Ghost General, bit him in half with a crunch, and began feasting.
The poor Ghost General had possessed power at least on the Illusory Spirit Tier. In this world, he would have counted as a rare expert. Yet before the Golden Tiger, he could not resist at all. The divine tiger's ability to devour ghosts was extraordinary indeed.
The other Ghost General's eyes nearly split with rage. "Thomas!" he shouted.
He viciously swung his Short Spear toward the Golden Tiger's belly, but before it could strike, a streak of Wishfire shot over and lit him up like a candle.
The two Ghost Generals had both been masters of Martial Arts in life, renowned heroes in their own right. Yet neither had lasted a single exchange against Tang Changsheng before meeting his end.
Truth be told, Tang Changsheng no longer considered opponents at the Illusory Spirit Tier worth his attention.
Even when he had been at the Illusory Spirit Tier himself, few could rival him. Now that he was a Yin Spirit expert, even dozens or hundreds of such opponents would not make him so much as furrow his brow.
The surviving experts of the Southern Demon Cult were nowhere near so formidable. Youxu True Person had over a thousand Yin Soldiers and divine officials, while the Protector King Divine General commanded three thousand Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals.
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