The formation's shift threw the three of them, who had only just adapted, back into disarray.
The Paper Dolls around Paper Daoist vanished rapidly. Even Forgetting Daoist could not remain above the fray this time.
Though he could make the Shadow Blights forget him, this darkness was everywhere, eroding body and soul. As long as he stood here, there was no escaping it. For a time, the three were stretched thin, struggling desperately to cope.
They had fought for less than a quarter of an hour when, just as Paper Daoist and Desire Daoist began casting furtive glances around, the formation shifted again.
The shadows abruptly contracted, like a great whale drawing in water, all swallowed into formlessness. Then, amid creaking sounds, countless pallid bones burrowed out, forming a forest of white bone. The third palace: the Bone Yin Palace.
Unlike the Plague Ghosts and Shadow Blights of the previous two palaces, the White Bone Contemplation had no other dazzling transformations. Empowered by the formation, these soul ghosts gained physical substance and became capable of smashing through anything.
The moment they appeared, they charged at the three in waves under the direction of the six chief souls.
"Begone!"
Paper Daoist's gaze tightened, and he shouted urgently.
Several Paper-Clad Divine Generals clad in golden armor, phosphorescent flames burning in their eyes, abruptly materialized before him.
The divine generals stood several dozen feet tall, wielding Paper Spears that swept through the air with howling winds. A single sweeping strike shattered the first several hundred bone soldiers, sending fragments flying. But before Paper Daoist could breathe even a little easier, he saw those flying fragments reverse course, reassemble in an instant, and charge again! The Paper-Clad Divine Generals faltered for a moment and were torn apart by the swarming bone soldiers, dissolving into