The Song Dynasty Ghost King fell silent under their gazes, his mouth twitching. He wanted to retort, but he genuinely didn't know about the Youming Mo.
Just then.
One of the three Ghost Kings spoke:
"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's deal with that person together. As long as we cripple or injure him, those monsters called Youming Mo probably won't be able to revive."
The Song Dynasty Ghost King and the others nodded upon hearing this. Now was not the time to consider other issues; the immediate priority was to deal with Zhang Wei.
The next moment.
The four Ghost Kings charged towards Zhang Wei.
At the same time.
Seeing this, the three Youming Mo captains roared in unison:
"Protect the General!"
However, before they could intervene, Zhang Wei's voice reached them:
"I'll handle those four. You go help the other Youming Mo and deal with the other ghosts."
As the words fell.
Zhang Wei raised the forty-meter greatsword in his hand and swept it horizontally. The forty-meter blade made the four Ghost Kings' mouths twitch. Not only could they not get close to Zhang Wei, but for a moment, they couldn't even approach his forty-meter reach.
"Let's make a bet. If you can get within 39 meters of me, I lose, and you can do whatever you want with me."
Saying this.
Zhang Wei casually swept the forty-meter greatsword he held to his side. Instantly, several crisp sounds rang out as he carelessly sliced down several nearby ghosts.
The four Ghost Kings: "..."
The ghost army: "..."
[Ding! Four Ghost Kings... Damn it, this weapon...]
[Host gains System Points +450]
At that moment.
The battlefield changed. The two sides clashed in dense formations, but there was always a forty-meter vacuum zone. Inside it were only Zhang Wei and the four Ghost Kings. Wherever they went, the forty-meter vacuum remained, as if a forty-meter vacuum arena was moving with them.
Anything that approached this area, or rather, once the area moved, surrounding ghosts and Youming Mo had to retreat, moving aside, not daring to touch the forty-meter vacuum zone.
The reason for this.
That forty-meter area was like a meat grinder. Once touched, one would be sliced in half. This was Zhang Wei swinging his sword. Even if he was attacking the four Ghost Kings, any ghost caught in the periphery would inevitably be cut down.
Even.
It was unclear if it was an illusion.
The four Ghost Kings, and all the surrounding ghosts, felt that the sword in Zhang Wei's hand seemed to be growing longer. As he continued to slash at the four Ghost Kings, he killed many ghosts along the way, and his forty-meter greatsword had grown to forty-one meters.
"Damn it, not only can we not kill him, but it's hard to even get close to him."
One of the Ghost Kings said, his gaze sweeping around.
During the time they were dealing with Zhang Wei, the ghost army, under the fearless attacks of the infinitely reviving Youming Mo, even with thousands of reinforcements, the situation did not improve. It continued to deteriorate, with ghosts dying constantly.
In just a short while of fighting, hundreds more ghosts had died. At this rate, the ghost army was destined to be worn down.
[Ding! Ghost Army is terrified]
[Host gains System Points +4400]
The ghosts also realized this. Many were terrified and no longer dared to face the Youming Mo.
"How about we retreat? Break out from another direction?"
The Song Dynasty Ghost King spoke.
He was seen clutching his left arm, which was bleeding profusely. As he hailed from the Song Dynasty and was the strongest, he had been targeted by Zhang Wei. At this moment, he was much more battered than the other three Ghost Kings. With one careless move, his right hand was not retracted and was chopped off by Zhang Wei from forty-one meters away.
He wanted to pick up his arm and reattach it, but Zhang Wei, from forty-one meters away, swung his sword and cleaved the arm that had fallen to the ground. Under the fierce sword strike, the fallen arm exploded.
The other three Ghost Kings, upon hearing this, instinctively glanced at the gradually collapsing ghost army.
Finally.
They chose to give up.
[Ding! Four Ghost Kings... Youming Mo cannot be killed, cannot be worn down, and Zhang Wei cannot be harmed. What's the point of fighting?]
[Host gains System Points +450]
As the system prompt sounded.
The four Ghost Kings exchanged glances, and with unspoken understanding, they charged into the ghost qi mist, not forgetting to shout:
"Retreat, retreat!!"
With these words.
They rushed into the ghost qi mist first, completely disregarding the lives of the other ghosts.
The ghost army was stunned, showing a "I haven't gotten on the bus yet" expression, like Uncle Da.
[Ding! Ghost Army... Motherfucker!]
[Host gains System Points +4500]
It could be seen.
As the system prompt sounded, the fleeing ghosts looked at the Youming Mo in terror, then exchanged glances as if they saw each other's thoughts. In the next moment, they all chose to flee.
[Ding! Ghost Army... Run! We have numbers, and the Youming Mo can't kill us all at once. If we all escape together, we can take advantage of the Youming Mo killing our comrades to escape.]
[Host gains System Points +4600]
For a time.
The ghost army, which had been so aggressive moments ago, was now in disarray, pursued by the Youming Mo. Many were killed and injured along the way, fleeing in a sorry state into the ghost qi mist.
After they ran inside.
They still looked shaken, as if they had narrowly escaped death:
"Those Song Dynasty monsters are too terrifying."
"Was the Song Dynasty era destroyed by the Youming Mo?"
"Then how were those Youming Mo subdued by that person?"
"I guess it was because of that forty-meter greatsword. The Youming Mo couldn't get close at all, so they could only be constantly cut by him until they were scared."
The speaker was a red-clothed fierce ghost. As he spoke, he glanced at the four Ghost Kings.
The four Ghost Kings: "..."
Following this.
The Song Dynasty Ghost King coughed. To salvage some dignity, he could only say casually:
"Everyone, it's not that we were scared. It's just that I suddenly remembered something about the Youming Mo. Those things are very powerful and cannot be fought head-on. I was considering that we had been dealing with that person for too long, and you would be killed too much by the Youming Mo, so I chose to retreat. Am I right?"
Before he finished speaking.
He looked at the other three Ghost Kings, who all nodded:
"Ahem, that's right. That's why we chose to retreat. After all, we can't break through from the east. Even if we could break through with our numbers, we would definitely be caught up. So we decided to come back and go in another direction."
"Yes, yes, we just want to go in another direction. The Youming Mo are so strong, I don't think other directions will have them. After all, the other three directions have fewer people and weaker auras than the east. Clearly, the east is an exception."
"Let's go. Before the east reacts, we'll go in another direction."
After speaking.
The four Ghost Kings chose a direction and prepared to leave from another way.
On the other side.
Outside the ghost qi mist in the east.
Zhang Wei watched the ghost army, which had lost half its numbers and retreated. He did not choose to pursue. There were too many ghosts, and he wanted to reap more benefits, not kill them all at once.
At this moment.
The ghost exorcists behind him cheered for repelling the ghost army and then stepped forward to ask Zhang Wei:
"Mr. Zhang Wei, most of the ghosts have been killed and fled. What should we do now? Should we continue to wait here?"
Zhang Wei shook his head, his gaze falling on the ghost qi mist:
"They fled in, but that doesn't mean they won't come back. We also need to prevent them from being unable to fight and going to other directions. How about this, you stay here, and I'll go check out other directions."
"Okay, Mr. Zhang Wei."
"No problem, Mr. Zhang Wei. We'll guard here. You go support other directions."
The ghost exorcists responded one after another.
Zhang Wei nodded:
"Alright, I'll go check out other directions."
When the ghost army retreated, Zhang Wei didn't just let them go. He also placed System Points on some of the ghosts, ensuring that even if they entered the ghost qi mist, he could track their movements. Relying on his senses, he knew that the ghost army was now heading south.
At that moment.
Zhang Wei waved his hand:
"Youming Mo, follow me!"
"Yes! General!"
The Youming Mo responded.
Then.
Zhang Wei, leading the Youming Mo army, headed south in a mighty procession.
...