Li Yan saw layer upon layer of ghostly figures appear ahead. In the blink of an eye, they numbered over a thousand, and they continued to multiply.
"How many Yin ghosts had he refined? If these were all people he had killed, then this man's blood debt already flooded the seas!"
Li Yan swiftly retreated. Feeling had returned to his left arm, but a stabbing pain still came from his marrow, caused by the frigid ghost poison.
Facing the combined assault of so many Yin ghosts, Li Yan had no desire to be trapped among them. His body drifted rapidly backward.
Yet as Li Yan retreated, his previously calm expression finally changed. From the dense black mist to his right, another man in a blood-dripping scholar's crimson robe silently stepped out.
Whether in clothing or appearance, this man was identical to the one ahead, as though they were twins.
The moment he appeared, he swung the flute in his hand. Without a word of nonsense, dozens, hundreds, then thousands of ghosts flew out amid shrill, miserable wails.
At the instant this man appeared, the thousand or so ghosts that had lunged out before Li Yan rapidly gathered together in midair, forming a massive azure ghost claw in the blink of an eye.
The thousand ghosts that had just flown out from the right likewise converged after pouncing forward, forming another massive azure ghost claw.
The two giant claws swept across the air as they attacked. Their palms flashed with a bloody crimson glow, swift as lightning, trailing two long azure afterimages as they grabbed at Li Yan simultaneously.
Thud! Thud!
Amid two muffled impacts, Li Yan stood with one leg forward and one behind, his stance drawn like a bow. In an instant, the spiritual power within him shifted into