With that thought, Wenlong felt somewhat justified as he began studying the contents of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner Manual.
Night had already fallen. There was no moon in the sky, only scattered starlight shining into every corner of the battlefield.
Monkey Sun had awakened from his healing trance. When he opened his eyes, he saw countless dark shadows surging toward them from all around.
He immediately screamed in terror, giving Wenlong, who had been absorbed in studying the Manual, a tremendous fright as well.
"Little Sun, have you gone mad? Do you know you could scare someone to death like that?" Wenlong complained in displeasure.
"N-no... look... you... up... up ahead." Monkey Sun was so frightened that he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
Wenlong turned to look ahead as well. Beneath the starlight, dark shadows crowded together in terrifying numbers.
Both man and monkey felt their hair stand on end. In his panic, Wenlong made a mistake, slashing at the shadows with a sword stroke carrying formidable Sword Qi.
The shadows were utterly unmoved by the Sword Qi and Sword Ray, continuing to pounce toward them. Beside him, Monkey Sun swung the Heaven-Breaking Staff, but his attacks were equally useless against the ghosts.
"It's over, it's over! We're really going to die in here this time!" Monkey Sun cried.
Only then did they realize that physical attacks were useless against these ghosts.
Now Wenlong finally understood. No wonder he had not seen a single ghostly shadow inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Its owner must have released all the ghosts before dying.
The owner of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had died before there was time to recall the ghosts. These ghosts only emerged to harm people at night or in gloomy weather.
Clearly, the deaths of