After responding through the transmission, Ghost King Qin Ming took another deep breath, looked toward Xu Taiping within the gray mist, and murmured:
"Great Emperor, I would have done so even without your saying it."
By now, although the half-stick of incense had yet to burn out, no more ghost generals emerged from underground apart from the five hundred behind Xu Taiping.
Seeing this, Qin Ming immediately called out:
"Daoist Taiping, no more ghost generals will appear. You need only remain in the arena until that half-stick of incense burns out, and this test will be over."
At these words, delight appeared on both Ping'an's and Old Daoist Huang's faces.
Within the gray mist, Xu Taiping thanked Ghost King Qin Ming with his back to everyone:
"Thank you for the reminder, Lord Ghost King."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, pointed straight toward the Golden-Haired Cultivators and the Burly Martial Cultivators, and called out:
"All generals, heed my command! This is our Last Time charging into battle today!"
Hearing this, the five hundred ghost generals behind him roared in unison once more.
Then Xu Taiping thrust that arm downward and commanded:
"Formation Charge!"
As he spoke, the five hundred ghost generals behind him and the Three-Headed Hound formed from battle intent overhead suddenly surged like raging waves, crashing toward the Golden-Haired Cultivators and the Burly Martial Cultivators ahead.
Seeing things take a turn for the worse, both men immediately raised their hands, their faces panicked:
"We surrender! We surrender!"
But Xu Taiping did not stop the military formation. It continued charging straight into them.
"Boom!!"
Amid the thunderous crash, both cultivators were sent flying.
Even if the impact did not kill them, it would certainly leave them gravely wounded.
Seeing this, Ghost King Qin Ming immediately knitted his brows