The battle continued.
Combat at the blood-clad ghost level was fraught with danger. Any casual movement could conceal a lethal strike. Piercing wails, crazed laughter, severed limbs and mangled bodies flew, and terrifying resentment spilled everywhere.
The shrill curses nearly scared the novice Netherworld Messengers witless.
They had never witnessed such a terrifying fight. The blood-clad ghosts lost their limbs, their bodies were smashed into bloody chunks, and then they crawled out of pools of blood, even more horrifying than before.
The little girl swung her blade, chopping off Centipede's hands and feet.
The crazed patients bit into the monster before them, mouthful after mouthful.
"Back! Keep backing up!"
"Stay farther away..."
The group retreated to the entrance of the Ancestral Hall in terror.
Jiang Chen also dragged his hammer over with some difficulty, looking every bit like a spectator.
As the novice Netherworld Messengers looked at this man, their eyes filled with curiosity. From everything they had just witnessed, they naturally realized that these blood-clad ghosts had saved them entirely because of him!
He was also a classmate of Zhao Qian, Yang Zhi, and the others.
He was so young, and he did not seem particularly powerful either. Even dragging a hammer took effort, yet he could command four blood-clad ghosts this powerful. For a moment, his identity suddenly became mysterious in the eyes of the surviving Netherworld Messengers.
Zhao Qian, Yang Zhi, and Zhao Xiaodong, who was slowly recovering after suffering a ghost's devouring, were even more shocked into speechlessness.
Their impression of Jiang Chen was still stuck at Zheng Family Manor.
That night, this man had killed ghost after ghost with unmatched might. His greatest feat had been subduing a terrifying half-step vengeful ghost.
Even after sealing ghosts inside their bodies and becoming Netherworld Messengers, they