Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 665 24: Thunderstrike Slays the Ghost God! (Part 2)

"This person is definitely well-versed in military strategy!"

The Ghost General's face changed slightly, the banners of the soul-summoning flags behind him fluttered, as he personally led the charge of the ghostly cavalry, then directed his subordinates to re-arrange the formation. After becoming a ghost, his personal guard gained some divine power, which allowed them to escape and manifest through ghostly mist and spirits, perfect for deploying advanced formations.

"Witness the might of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation!"

Behind the Ghost General, the ghost banner bearer's yin flags flew out, and instantly around them, gusts of chilly winds blew, thick smoke billowed. It was an illusion technique, designed to confuse others' vision, a power he obtained only after becoming a Ghost Commander. The soul-summoning flags flew up; after becoming the Ghost General, he gained mana and used blood sacrifices to transform his military flags from his life into yin flags.

Rest, live, wound, barricade, view, death, shock, open—the Eight Gates Golden Lock!

Formation, arise!

The yin soldiers and ghostly apparitions raised their shields, blocking their escape routes from every direction. Flags fluttered, yin banners waved, and blood energy transformed into ghostly energy. The Ghost General's personal guard all joined the battle—only they could deploy such a perfect formation.

The Ghost General could only command his personal guard to set up formations.

The young group, all surrounded within the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation!

"Be careful!"

"It's the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation!"

Lady Jade Face and Yun Wangji spoke simultaneously; both had Taoist foundations and could discern the life and death gates.

The strength of this Ghost General was truly astonishing!

He probably wasn't a mere ghost anymore, possessing powers close to one of the Ghost Kings.

The Shock Gate opens!

Ghostly mist surged on all sides, and the swordsmen and shield holders opened a gate, followed by the sound of iron cavalry galloping. A deputy wearing a ghost mask led over ten riders with thunderous momentum, appearing like ghostly shadows, shifting between illusion and reality, their hands wielding long swords that transformed into flashes of cold light, charging directly at their flanks.

These ghostly cavalry appeared amidst the thick fog, charged forward, and then disappeared instantly, changing from solid to intangible bodies, making them impervious to ordinary sword strikes.

The yin flags continuously disrupted their vision, while outside the formation, the Ghost General was watching like a tiger seeking an opportunity for a fatal strike.

"What do we do now?" asked the monk Bu Jie, his breath heavy. Unusually, he showed a trace of nervousness.

This ghost is indeed formidable.

Does the Underworld really tolerate such powerful ghosts roaming the living world!

"Life and death eight gates."

"I have studied certain escape plans; I can lead you out of the formation."

"But I don't know the location of the Ghost General!"

Yun Wangji also looked solemn; he didn't expect the Ghost General to know Zhuge's Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.

The real killer move was the Ghost General, who waited for everyone to try breaking out of the formation. Then he would lead the cavalry in an assault, potentially inflicting heavy damage on the group.

"Young Master."

"Later, I will infuse energy to help you traverse through the air."

Lady Jade Face furrowed her brows; she couldn't distinguish the life and death gates for now. However, her Qinggong was exceptional; if she fully exerted her energy, she could help the young master traverse through the air, appearing like a celestial, thereby giving a chance to send him out of the formation.

As for herself, Lady Jade Face was extremely confident in her Qinggong skills. As long as the opponent showed a flaw, she would have a chance to escape.

But if this were the plan, the others wouldn't be able to escape.

Bu Jie Monk's Qinggong wasn't very proficient; Fu Jianhan also had only second-rate Qinggong skills.

Ghostly mist billowed.

Blood-thirsty spirits gathered in the young boy's eyes, resembling double pupils. All these personal guard ghosts had lost their minds, transformed into the Ghost General's minions. Killing them was futile as they would fight to the last soldier. The general's personal guard was meant to protect the commander, to take hits and die in his stead.

"Do you deserve to use Zhuge's Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation?"

"Mere child's play!"

"Pretentious display!"

The young man returned the Ghost General's earlier words, so enraged he almost exploded, angrily roaring back: "Stop babbling! Break my formation first!"

The Ghost General knew the young man was using a provocative tactic, but regarded him as a disciple of the military school; how could he retreat now.

His life's pride was learning some of Zhuge's tactical formations.

"If Zhuge were alive, breaking the formation would be quite difficult."

"But you think you can trap me?"

The young man's hand moved slightly, directly holding Lady Jade Face's palm, quickly writing a word with his finger since he couldn't yet transmit sound directly, then turned to Fu Jianhan and said loudly: "Fu!"

"You said your Pure Yang Sword Qi can cut ghosts and vanquish demons?"

"Why not demonstrate that skill today?"

Fu Jianhan understood immediately, realizing it was time for him to unleash his full potential; he let out a long howl, picked up a fiery gourd and drank heartily, with his blood and True Qi surging like mighty rivers, boldly declaring: "Alright!"

"Today, these fiends and ghosts shall witness my innate Pure Yang Sword Qi!"

Wherever he pointed, he struck!

Fu Jianhan drank to his fill, emboldened by wine, a hero's spirit, capable of cutting through ghostly gods!

His True Qi roared, his visage flushed red like the mythical Guan Yu reborn, the coldness of his Blue Steel Sword cleaving through layers of ghost mist, the three-foot sword radiance of pure Yang blazing fire, innate Qi, guided by wine!

—Wine God Incantation!

Under the Ghost General's terrified gaze, Fu Jianhan exhaled a mouthful of wine vapor. Instantly, the Pure Yang Sword Qi ignited the wine gas, transforming into a towering blaze, condensed by the innate Pure Yang Qi into a fiery sword, over three meters long, burning fiercely, ripping through layers of ghostly fog, purifying all corruption.

Sword Heart Clarity!

Innocent Heart!

One by one, symbols appeared, shining with golden brilliance. Fu Jianhan, with the Wine God Incantation, triggered his True Qi and wine vapor, and with a sweeping motion, slashed towards the continuously morphing dead gate's yin banners.