Chapter 83: Rolling Heavenly Thunder

Under the absolute command of the Ten Souls Banner.

His daughters fought with extraordinary ferocity, using their frail ghostly bodies to block the vicious Soul-Stealing Wraiths.

Their tiny claws and feet moved at blinding speed, leaving afterimages in their wake.

Theoretically, these daughters were weak; Wu Xian had only hoped they’d buy a little time. But to his surprise, these seemingly powerful Soul-Stealing Wraiths appeared to be deliberately avoiding them!

After running over ten meters.

Soul-Stealing Wraiths gathered around Wu Xian in increasing numbers.

The daughters’ tiny arms and legs could no longer hold back so many Wraiths—some began breaking through the line to intercept Wu Xian.

A Soul-Stealing Wraith’s head rolled off beside Wu Xian.

The entire head, from the neck upward—including eyes, nose, mouth, and face—was covered in thick, constantly rising strands of hair, and it held a bloody butcher’s knife.

He had assumed the effect radius of ten meters meant five super-thick lightning bolts, each ten meters wide.

“No… they must already know—otherwise Xu Ming wouldn’t have bothered developing weapons against evil spirits.”

Wu Xian shook his head again.

The Hair-Head Wraith raised its arm and swung the butcher’s knife at the middle-parted Soul-Stealing Wraith before it.

Xu Ming emerged, surrounded by Soul-Stealing Wraiths.

More and more Soul-Stealing Wraiths closed in; though their human bodies made them sluggish against spirits, once their numbers reached a critical mass, this weakness became meaningless.

The valiant daughters fell one by one.

But the middle-parted Soul-Stealing Wraith was far more agile—he sidestepped the butcher’s knife with ease, then unleashed a barrage of rapid punches and kicks like raindrops striking the Hair-Head Wraith, ending with a thunderous punch that landed squarely on its face.

Under the cover of the Hair-Head Wraith and his daughters, Wu Xian was now only ten meters from the gate leading out of the blessed land.

Wu Xian had taken two hits from minor thunder spells; no Soul-Stealing Wraiths remained standing. The ground was littered with charred human corpses, and scattered among them were faint traces of Spirit Incense.

The air reeked of ozone, Wu Xian’s curls stood on end, and a wide circle of blackened earth surrounded him—even the black mist clinging to the Hair-Head Wraith had turned into crackling lightning.

Judging by its movements, this Soul-Stealing Wraith might be stronger than his own Hair-Head Wraith, but its human body limited its potential.

The Five Thunder Spell’s effect was to release five minor thunder spells.

The air fell utterly silent. The surviving Soul-Stealing Wraiths dared not even breathe.

Wu Xian felt a flicker of curiosity.

The Hair-Head Wraith still struggled, but it was clearly at its last breath.

The figure was a muscular male, bare-chested and covered in dense muscle.

It hadn’t tried to decapitate itself—it had been beheaded by another evil spirit.

After the blinding flash of lightning.

He raised his middle finger!

“Five Thunder Spell! Five Thunder Spell! My escape depends entirely on you!”

Most of the purple-green aura on his body had faded; his face twisted in rage. He was about to speak to Wu Xian, to show off his masterful composure before the Soul-Stealing Wraiths.

He looked like the doomed character in a zombie movie, with no escape route in sight.

One each to the rear, left, and right—two ahead!

“Perhaps you never considered that, after donning human skins, your former kin became your deadliest enemies.”

Wu Xian planned to use every talisman on his person, risking everything to cross these final ten meters!

He flicked his finger—the Talisman Duplication Technique activated!

The Spread Technique doubled into two!

Then Wu Xian flicked his finger again, applying both Spread Techniques to the Premium Five Thunder Spell!

That meant the next Five Thunder Spell would have double spreading effects!

Wu Xian flicked his finger toward the sky.

The effect became five minor thunder spells, each with a ten-meter radius.

Achieving this combination was already astonishing, but Wu Xian was still slightly disappointed.

Otherwise, the spectacle could have been even more awe-inspiring.

Wu Xian seized the moment, running toward the gate while watching his back—the Soul-Stealing Wraiths nearby, stunned by the rolling heavenly thunder, didn’t dare move to stop him.

Witnessing the Soul-Stealing Wraiths being slain.

Left, right, rear.

Whoosh!

Amid swirling black mist, a figure stood before the Soul-Stealing Wraith.

Wu Xian released the five minor thunder spells separately.

The Hair-Head Wraith shook its hair and turned to block other charging Soul-Stealing Wraiths.

Double-Spread Five Thunder Spell—activated!

Boom!

The instant Wu Xian flicked his finger, countless bolts of lightning, as thick as fingers, rained from the sky!

Behind Wu Xian.

The minor thunder spell’s effect was to unleash a single, finger-thick beam of lightning.

The middle-parted Soul-Stealing Wraith sneered.

He had nowhere left to dodge!

He finally understood.

But the actual effect was this: every Soul-Stealing Wraith within a ten-meter radius centered on the first lightning strike was struck by a bolt.

Which of my subordinates was so brave?

Rattle… rattle…

In an instant, the square was drenched in a storm of lightning and thunder—electricity flashed everywhere, the deafening roars drowned out all else, and the blinding light outshone the sun.

Crack!

Another head rolled away.

Suddenly, a middle-parted Soul-Stealing Wraith with a refined face and eerie gait appeared ahead, swaying its body to block Wu Xian’s path.

The Hair-Head Wraith leaned back slightly, then raised the butcher’s knife again, slashing at the middle-parted Wraith’s head.

But those ten meters felt like an impassable chasm.

Wu Xian raised one arm toward him.

Most of the evil spirits were stunned and dazed; those caught in overlapping zones were instantly killed by the lightning.

“Stop right there!”

Just as Wu Xian hesitated, wondering whether to unleash a Five Thunder Spell.

A mocking smile appeared on Wu Xian’s face.

The Spirit Incense dropped by his daughters was trampled underfoot, filling Wu Xian with sorrow.

How could such a slow slash possibly hit him?

But as he tried to pull his fist back, his face twisted in terror—his fist was entangled in the Hair-Head Wraith’s hair, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t free it.

The Spread Technique’s effect: increases the spell’s area of influence. For spells with an influence radius under five meters, extend it to five meters; for spells with a radius over five meters, increase the radius by five meters.

This was the wandering spirit gifted by the Ten Souls Banner!

Wu Xian gave it a moment’s thought and decided to name it the Hair-Head Wraith.

Outside Wu Xian’s five-meter radius, Soul-Stealing Wraiths crowded thickly—endless heads, each with dark, bloodshot circles around their eyes and unsettling, differently colored pupils.

Xu Ming’s face was charred black, his hair standing on end as he charged toward Wu Xian with terrifying speed; though short, he ran with the force of a mud truck.

Wu Xian was startled—he flicked his finger and launched a Premium Five Thunder Spell.

Boom!

(End of Chapter)