Bathed in golden light, Master Tiger was like a fierce tiger descending a mountain. His saber swept in broad, powerful strokes, its edge bearing a Ghost Constable's unique ghost-slaying power as it whistled through the air and hacked savagely at the thirty-foot-tall vicious ghost.
Yet when the blade struck the ghost's tough body, it rang out with a metallic clang!
Xuanyuan's abilities were truly extraordinary!
With just a thread of power transmitted from afar, he had transformed this group of ordinary wronged souls into formidable Yin Soldiers in mere moments!
And this was while the vast majority of his power was devoted to keeping the Delusion Realm of Life and Death stable, leaving him only a sliver of attention to stop them.
Otherwise, the three of them would probably have been reduced to dust the instant that power lashed back at them.
Although He Feixu had lost his most important ritual implement, the Crane Feather Treasure Fan, his foundation remained intact.
He thrust seven iron feathers into the ground, arranging them in the shape of the Big Dipper.
As his fingers formed ritual seals, the enormous phantom of a white crane gradually emerged behind him. Its cry rang clear and high, and its phantom wings beat in time with his movements. Each beat sent an invisible wave of force spreading outward, driving back several lesser ghosts that tried to approach.
Chapter 154: Lost
"Careful! Both of you, watch your feet!" Master Tiger suddenly roared. With a reverse flick of his saber, he severed two pallid skeletal claws that had silently emerged from underground to seize his ankles with a crack.
Cui Jiuyang and He Feixu hurriedly looked down at his warning. The ground beneath their feet seemed to have come alive, countless skeletal claws reaching densely out of it to