52: Chapter 52 The Power of Array Formations

The newcomer was none other than Ghost General Ying Ci, a subordinate of Lord Tunming.

Ghost General Ying Ci looked at the Mass Grave ahead, his squinted eyes opening into a slit to reveal pupils as black as ink. His voice was shrill and effeminate.

"Su Wanyue, the Lord has ordered you to return to the mansion immediately. If you dare to resist, you will bear the consequences."

Deep within the Mass Grave, inside Su Wanyue's Ghost Domain, Su Wanyue looked up at the outside world, a trace of coldness flashing in her eyes.

"Go back and tell Tunming that I, Su Wanyue, would rather die than go to his ghost mansion."

Ghost General Ying Ci sneered, his voice shrill and cold: "You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Listen to my orders: break her Ghost Domain and drag that female ghost out for me!"

"Yes!"

"Boom!" Hundreds of Ghost Soldiers roared in unison, and Yin Qi surged out like a tidal wave, rushing toward Su Wanyue's Ghost Domain.

Su Wanyue waved her arms, and her Ghostly Demonic Aura transformed into countless blood-red threads, blocking the Ghost Soldiers' offensive.

But there were too many Ghost Soldiers, and her Ghost Domain began to tremble under the erosion of the Yin Qi, the screen of light flickering unsteadily.

"You, a mere Yin Spirit who just achieved a Breakthrough, think you can stop me?"

"If you're smart, come out yourself to avoid the suffering of the soul!"

Su Wanyue bit her lip, her blood-red eyes filled with unwillingness. Her Ghost Domain was teetering under the assault of the hundred ghosts and could collapse at any moment.

In the distance, a black figure flew from the direction of the Stone Forest, folded its wings, and landed on a stone pillar at the edge of the Mass Grave.

It was a black crow, its feathers shiny and black.

Wu Li crouched on the stone pillar, his bean-sized black pupils watching the battlefield, his raspy voice unhurried.

"Has it already begun?"

His gaze swept over Ghost General Ying Ci and the hundred Ghost Soldiers, finally resting on Su Wanyue's Ghost Domain.

Su Wanyue's Ghost Domain was still struggling to hold on, but it wouldn't last much longer.

Ghost General Ying Ci was at the Middle Stage of the Yin Spirit Realm, and the hundred Ghost Soldiers were at least at the Ghost Soul level. Su Wanyue, a Yin Spirit who had just achieved a Breakthrough, simply couldn't stop them.

"A hundred Ghost Soldiers and one Middle Stage Yin Spirit; this is quite the lineup."

A glint flashed in Wu Li's Blood Pupil.

"It's just right to test the power of this Formation."

After speaking, Wu Li took a deep breath. His Demon Power surged within his body, and blood-colored scriptures emerged from beneath his feathers, circling his body.

Then, he pressed his right claw down fiercely, and his Demon Power surged like a tidal wave into the Formation nodes beneath his feet.

"Formation, arise!"

"Hum!" Eight spiritual power nodes lit up simultaneously, and a scorching white light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire Mass Grave as if it were daylight.

The Essence of the Sun that had been accumulated for an entire day was triggered within the Formation, transforming into countless golden beams of light that poured down from the screen of light.

"Hum!" "Boom, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Ghost General Ying Ci's pupils shrank abruptly. With Ghost Qi shielding his entire body, he shrieked: "Who is it! I am a Ghost General under Lord Tunming; who dares to ambush me!"

His voice echoed through the Mass Grave, but no one answered him. The answer he received was the overwhelming golden beams of light.

"Ah!"

The moment the beams of light fell, the few Ghost Soldiers closest to them didn't even have time to scream before they were burned to ashes by the Essence of the Sun, their souls flying away and spirits scattering.

The golden light was the most lethal poison for ghost entities; it was extremely Yang and rigid, restraining all Yin evil. Even Wu Li himself flew further away.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Ghost General Ying Ci shrieked, but it was already too late. This Formation itself carried the function of trapping enemies; once the Formation arose, these Ghost Soldiers could not retreat at all.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The beams of light poured down from the light screen like a rainstorm, shrouding the entire Mass Grave.

The Ghost Soldiers fled in all directions; some burrowed into the ground, others hid behind tombstones, but the Essence of the Sun was pervasive. No matter where they hid, they would be caught by the golden light.

One, ten... Nearly half of the Ghost Soldiers were annihilated under the burning of the golden light, their screams rising one after another, like wails from Hell.

"Netherworld Dao! Protect!"

Ghost General Ying Ci gritted his teeth, his inner Ghost Qi surging wildly to condense a layer of gray-black shield around his body, blocking the golden light outside.

But the corrosive power of the Essence of the Sun was too strong. The shield hissed under the burning of the golden light, like a red-hot iron block submerged in ice water, thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, what kind of Formation is this!"

Ghost General Ying Ci resisted while moving toward the edge of the Mass Grave, wanting to escape the range of the light screen.

But the eight spiritual power nodes simultaneously released chains of golden light, sealing the entire Mass Grave tightly. Ghost General Ying Ci crashed into the light screen and was bounced back, his shield thinning by another layer.

Wu Li crouched on the stone pillar, his bean-sized black pupils coldly watching Ghost General Ying Ci struggle in the golden light, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Enjoy it slowly."

Wu Li crouched on the stone pillar, his bean-sized black pupils coldly watching the scene in the Formation, calculating quickly in his mind.

The accumulation of the Essence of the Sun only lasted for one day, so its power was limited.

Those ordinary Ghost Soldiers couldn't withstand it, but this one called Ghost General Ying Ci... it probably wouldn't be that easy to deal with.

This thing was not an ordinary ghost entity.

Ghost General Ying Ci was a Human Race Cultivator when he was alive, and after death, he became a ghost Cultivator; he had real skills.

Using Ghost Qi to operate Daoist Magic was stronger than ordinary Yao Beasts without a Bloodline.

Although the Essence of the Sun in the Formation restrained ghost entities, Ghost General Ying Ci's cultivation was there; wanting to kill him with just one day of accumulation was unrealistic.

Sure enough, as Wu Li thought, although Ghost General Ying Ci was in a sorry state in the golden light, he never fell.

Although the gray-black shield around his body hissed from the burning, it never shattered.

He resisted while moving through the Formation, looking for its weak points.

As the Essence of the Sun was consumed, the impact on Ghost General Ying Ci gradually weakened. Even after several counterattacks, his condensed ghost claws struck out, with faint signs of shattering the Formation.

Wu Li's brows knitted slightly.

According to his estimation, before the Formation's energy was exhausted, those hundred Ghost Soldiers would definitely be gone, but Ghost General Ying Ci... should still have some strength left.

At that time, he would still have to take action himself.

"Troublesome."

Wu Li cursed in a low voice, red light flickering in his Blood Pupil, as he continued to stare at the movements within the Formation.

The golden light was still pouring down, but it was becoming increasingly faint.

Eventually, when the golden light fell, Ghost General Ying Ci no longer needed to use Ghost Qi to resist it.

"Break for me!"

Following Ghost General Ying Ci's final charge, amidst the collision of Ghost Qi, the golden light dissipated completely, and the light from the eight spiritual power nodes extinguished simultaneously.

The light screen shook violently, cracks spreading like a spiderweb to the surroundings, until it finally collapsed with a boom, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated in the night sky.

Ghost General Ying Ci rushed out from the light screen, his Ghost Qi surging, the gray-black shield covered in cracks, his body burned with scorched black holes, and even his pale face had several scorched marks.

His eyes were full of rage, and poisonous flames burned in his pitch-black pupils.