Master Tianzhu held a compass in one hand while continuously forming seals with the other. The golden Buddhist light around him shone like the setting sun, but in the next moment...
The denser miasma on the battlefield suppressed the master's Buddhist light.
"Bald donkey, this might not be an ordinary battlefield..." The yaksha gripped his trident and stood vigilantly beside the master.
"Something has appeared..."
When the miasma completely covered the entire battlefield, the master put away his compass and gripped the staff before him once more.
Sure enough, following Master Tianzhu's words, seven or eight strange ghosts appeared amid the miasma.
These ghosts emitted an eerie bluish glow. They were dressed like samurai of this era, with balding hairstyles, katana in hand. They had no lower bodies... their lower halves were masses of mist...
"What the hell are these things?"
The yaksha seemed somewhat interested as he watched the strange ghosts appear.
"They seem to be... Spirits of the Samurai..."
The master's expression darkened slightly as he looked at the samurai-like ghosts.
"Oh, demons formed from those foolishly loyal samurai? I never expected there to be so many. I wonder... how strong they are now." The yaksha gripped his weapon, clearly itching to make a move as he watched the Spirits of the Samurai.
"Don't act rashly. With Spirits of the Samurai here—and several of them at that—it is obvious that the master they serve is nearby..." Yakshas were a race of battle-loving demons. Seeing the yaksha beside him like this, the master immediately understood what he intended to do and hurriedly stopped him.
"Mom, what are Spirits of the Samurai? That master looks like he is a little afraid..."
Crimson Crow's Wing floated beside Mei. Looking at the Spirits of the Samurai ahead, she was curious about