As the flames subsided slightly and the three Ghost Creatures lunged viciously at Wang Yu again, the Windfire Chant in his hand spat out another dozen streaks of fire. The explosions of a dozen fireballs once again forced the Ghost Creatures to retreat.
Sure enough, fierce souls were still restrained to some extent by flame spells.
Then Wang Yu turned one hand over, took out a "magazine," and calmly loaded fresh "ammunition" into the Windfire Chant.
The Black-Robed Youth atop the enormous skeleton in the distance witnessed this, and a savage gleam flashed through his eyes. He shook the crystalline Bone Banner in his hand, sending three streams of pitch-black yin energy flying out to land on the three Fierce Soul Wraiths.
Poof!
White flames a foot high sprang from the three Ghost Creatures' black armor.
When another volley of fireballs exploded nearby and turned into a sea of fire, the crimson flames touched the white flames on the Ghost Creatures and immediately gave off a strange sizzling sound. The crimson flames were actually held at bay.
The three Ghost Creatures promptly charged through the sea of fire with eerie cries, sending green fireballs and billowing yellow sand sweeping toward Wang Yu.
Wang Yu formed a hand seal, and a Crimson Veil appeared around his body. The green fireballs and yellow sand struck it, bursting into clusters of green flame and rolling yellow mist.
Meanwhile, the Ghost Creature whose body had swollen enormously and sprouted bone spikes seized the opportunity to rush up to the veil. Its ten sharp fingers, like ten short blades, clawed furiously at the barrier.
Twelve crimson spirit inscriptions faintly appeared on the veil's surface, but it did not budge.
"A twelve-spirit-inscription Flame Veil."
A trace of surprise crossed the Black-Robed Youth's face atop the enormous