As they spoke, a spear wreathed in ghostly green flames hurtled toward Tang Changsheng's chest like a venomous dragon.
It came so fast that the Moon-Worshipping Cult expert had no time to shout a warning before it reached Tang Changsheng.
But in that instant, the nine Fire Dragons twisted together, forming a shield that blocked the spear.
Boom...
The spear exploded with a deafening crash. Green sparks flew in every direction, setting fire to everything they touched.
Shielded by the nine Fire Dragons, Tang Changsheng escaped without a hair singed.
The Nine Dragon Throne's offensive power was formidable, but its true strengths lay in defense and flight!
Tang Changsheng was furious. Someone had ambushed him; though he was unhurt, the attack had nearly given him a fright.
Seeing his attacker duck into the ranks of ordinary Ghost Soldiers, Tang Changsheng sneered. "A dignified Ghost General, hiding like that... Don't think I can't kill you just because you've slipped away!"
He did not fly over on the Nine Dragon Throne. Instead, he sent out the Netherworld Sacred Coin. It became a millstone the size of a small mountain and bore down, grinding the Ghost General and the ordinary Ghost Soldiers around him to ash.
With that, the entire legion collapsed. Only then did Tang Changsheng ask the Moon-Worshipping Cult expert, "Can you still keep going?"
The expert nodded repeatedly, his mouth almost hanging open in astonishment.
This was his first time seeing Tang Changsheng's power up close. Tang Changsheng had wiped out a legion with ease. Even an ordinary Yin God True Person would usually struggle to defeat one.
Only a veteran Ghost Immortal like Youxu True Person could take on two or three alone. With his followers, he could probably hold off four or five.
But even Youxu True Person