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In this world, there are no ghosts, yet there exists a peculiar phenomenon that cannot be explained by scientific theories. Every living creature that once existed on Earth possesses a kind of spiritual aura. Once the shell of such a creature deteriorates or meets an untimely death, that latent aura lingers in the place where it lived, which is what people refer to as ghosts.
Two armies faced off against each other: on one side was the Ghost Legion, a dark and endless force tainted by evil. On the other side stood two foolish, flesh-and-blood human mutants, weak and inexperienced.
As tensions escalated, Xiao Qiang disregarded Jianjian's attempts to stop him, unleashing his pent-up energy with a mighty roar as he charged toward the Ghost Legion.
In an instant, the sky darkened, ominous clouds rolled in, and dust swirled violently. The Ghost Legion let out a deafening roar, and moments later, like thunder, their rushing footsteps created a tidal wave of blackness surging toward Xiao Qiang and Jianjian.
What is this? Staring at the overwhelming evil force before him, Xiao Qiang was momentarily stunned. However, having already charged forward, there was no way for him to evade the approaching tide of darkness in such a short time.
In an instant, a bright flash merged into the black torrent, creating a stark contrast as the sounds of slaughter filled the air. Countless ghosts—like smoke and mist, formless and elusive—assaulted Xiao Qiang, leaving him disoriented. He felt inexplicable attacks on his body but could not harm the ethereal essence of his foes.
If this continued, he would undoubtedly be overwhelmed and crushed beneath the iron hooves of the Ghost Legion. Their appearances were terrifying and varied; rather than ghosts, they resembled monstrous creatures—tree demons, serpents, and rodents—all combined into one grotesque assembly of evil.
A massive corporeal monster loomed close by. Xiao Qiang swung his fist at it—whoosh! The giant monster seemed fragile; as his fist struck it, it burst apart. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this giant was merely a conglomeration of snakes, insects, and rodents. After scattering the monster's form, the ground was soon crawling with centipedes and other multi-legged creatures.
From a distance, Jianjian observed a swirling black wave enveloping an increasingly dim light at the center of Frozen Earth. She felt anxious—fighting off attacking ghosts while desperately trying to reach that light.
The light emanated from the Spirit Stone on Xiao Qiang's body; as its brightness faded, it indicated that his energy was waning. This was bad; if this continued, he would be consumed by the malevolent energy of the ghosts.
Holding her breath, Jianjian spread her fingers wide as a surge of vengeful power gathered in her core—boom! As her psychic wave expanded, countless ghosts were shattered into ashes that scattered with the wind.
However, just as she struck down one wave of Ghost Legion members, another wave surged forward.
With Jianjian's assistance, Xiao Qiang managed to break free from the encirclement of countless malevolent spirits.
"Summon the Undead," Jianjian shouted anxiously at him. With even a moment's relaxation, swarms of ghosts would instantly engulf her... Her psychic waves weakened; their lethality diminished compared to before. Moreover, being just a child with limited power made her vulnerable.
If Xiao Qiang did not summon the Undead for help soon, they would both meet their demise here.
In this urgent situation with no time to think further, Xiao Qiang took a deep breath and concentrated his power into his right arm. "Hey!!!!" he unleashed a tremendous roar as he activated his ability; layers upon layers of scales from Stratum surged forth to crash into the ghosts.
Then from beneath Stratum, complete human bodies began to emerge one after another. They were the most well-preserved Undead, summoned by Xiao Qiang, now becoming his loyal servants.
Xiao Qiang suddenly found himself surrounded by a horde of Undead Warriors. The warriors charged forward, focused solely on the battle, with no other thoughts in mind.
The Undead Warriors rushed towards the Ghost Legion, and Jianjian seized the opportunity to escape the ghosts' siege, sprinting to Xiao Qiang's side.
Xiao Qiang scanned the ghostly ranks, searching for Gui Ye and those Puppets controlled by the ghosts.
Gui Ye's eyes glinted with malice as he gripped his blade, moving stealthily under the cover of the ghosts, waiting for a chance to approach Xiao Qiang.
At that moment, Xiao Qiang spotted him—
Jianjian was dealing with the other Puppets that followed Gui Ye closely.
Xiao Qiang charged straight for Gui Ye; if he could eliminate Gui Ye quickly, then these ghostly entities would cease to exist.
Gui Ye was a Demon King, possessing the ability to summon ghosts. The evil spirits clinging to him were exploiting this very fact.
Xiao Qiang dashed forward, bringing his dagger close—Gui Ye did not flinch. A strange, eerie grin lingered on his scarred face, sending chills down one's spine.
The dagger plunged into Gui Ye's abdomen, akin to piercing a deflated balloon. Along with a rush of air escaping, wriggling maggots spilled out. Xiao Qiang was taken aback, thinking to himself: What kind of creature is he? The dagger doesn’t seem to harm him?
Gui Ye lowered his head, expressionless as he watched Xiao Qiang withdraw the dagger from his body. With a dry chuckle, he said, “You stab me three times; I’ll stab you once.”
As he spoke, his finger twitched, and suddenly the dagger pierced into Xiao Qiang's abdomen. A sharp pain shot through him, causing him to furrow his brow and swing a punch at Gui Ye's head.
“Kid, I’m not that easy to deal with. Originally, I wanted you to join me; you foolishly rejected my offer. Now this king will make you pay,” Gui Ye said as he deftly dodged Xiao Qiang’s punch. In that fleeting moment, he struck back—
His fist bore sharp spikes and came crashing down towards Xiao Qiang’s abdomen where the dagger still lodged.
Xiao Qiang winced in pain and staggered back a few steps, nearly losing his balance.
Gui Ye advanced further, his terrifying scarred face erupting into a hoarse laugh. “Hahaha…” He believed Xiao Qiang was already in his grasp and that he could easily seize his spirit energy.
As Gui Ye extended his claws, a dramatic scene unfolded. Xiao Qiang's eyes erupted with a terrifying light. The brilliance was like an invisible blade, piercing towards the horrifying scarred face. With a swift motion, a golden light cleaved through his decaying body.
Xiao Qiang's Undead Army was also shattered, and as Gui Ye collapsed heavily to the ground, the Ghost Legion transformed into countless grains of sand, swirling away with the wind.
The Frozen Earth lay scattered with the Undead bodies awakened from the Stratum. Gui Ye was covered in maggots, emanating a foul stench.
Even though the evil spirit had occupied his flesh, it could not preserve its freshness. After being corroded by the evil spirit, the decay of the body accelerated at an alarming rate.
Xiao Qiang gathered the Undead bodies and burned them alongside Gui Ye's remains. He and Jianjian stood still, gazing at the dissipating smoke, contemplating their next steps.
"Wind, are you still there?"
Jianjian looked at Xiao Qiang in confusion. "Big Brother, who are you calling?"
Xiao Qiang was momentarily speechless; it seemed Jianjian's ability was strong enough to suppress the presence of the wind. This was for the best, to avoid any unexpected incidents.
On the desolate and bleak Frozen Earth, two figures—one tall and one short—moved swiftly forward. They needed to settle down at the next location to rest before continuing their search for Xiao Wu Yi's whereabouts.
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