Sixty-four fierce dogs roared in unison, becoming a black torrent of death that swept through the entire Greenwood Dojo in an instant!
Crack! Squish!
"Ah-help! What are these monsters?!"
The frenzied slaughter began in an instant.
The dojo disciples in the side rooms, who had been practicing swordsmanship or resting, were utterly powerless against these monsters that could not be killed by physical means.
Blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs flew through the air.
In less than half a minute, the once pristine, solemn sword dojo had become a bloody slaughterhouse!
Yet something even stranger happened.
This place was a historical memory belonging to the past.
Within mere seconds of the deaths of the uniformed disciples brutally torn apart by the fierce dogs.
Their mangled remains dissolved into mist.
Then, somewhere in a corner of the building, they reassembled completely unharmed and came back to life!
This was a rule of this Ghost Domain!
As long as the source remained, the phantoms in this stretch of history could never be wiped out. They would reset and revive endlessly!
But Yang Jian paid no attention to any of that.
Revived? Then kill them again!
The sixty-four fierce dogs of the Ghost Dream were tireless killing machines.
The moment those disciples revived, before they could even react, they were pounced on again and forced to relive the excruciating agony of being torn apart alive.
Once, twice, ten times!
Screams rose and fell throughout the dojo, turning it into hell on earth.
At the center of the main hall.
The middle-aged man's expression darkened to a terrifying degree.
His eyes were fixed on Yang Jian, who stood surrounded by dogs like a demonic god descended upon the world.
As he understood it.
His opponent had come to challenge the dojo, then, outmatched in