Chapter 146: Ghost Soldiers

"Kid, I will give you one more chance. You put down the Ghost Head Blade, and I will let you leave," Zuo Moyan said.

Meng Yifan did not respond. Since the fight had already started, there was no need for more nonsense; let the hands do the talking. Who would live and who would die was truly uncertain.

Zhang Butou had devoured a great deal of Yin Soul Power, especially since Zhang Chao and Wang Zhanbiao were both Third Grade Martial Artists; their Divine Souls were a great tonic for Zhang Butou. After devouring them, Zhang Butou's Yin Soul Body had benefited greatly and had already begun to transform from ethereal to solid.

A layer of armor composed of Yin energy had condensed on Zhang Butou's body, and in his hand, there was now a large broadsword condensed from pure Yin energy.

After ordinary people die, under certain special circumstances, their Yin Souls can remain in the human world, but their strength is extremely weak. A gust of wind could cause them to scatter and vanish. Such Yin Souls can only hide and linger on, not daring to appear before people at all.

Living people have Three Yang Fires atop their heads and on both shoulders, which a Yin Soul Body dares not approach, or else it will be scorched by the Yang Fire.

The stronger a living person's body is, the more vigorous those Three Yang Fires are. If one cultivates to become a Martial Artist, the Three Yang Fires atop the head and on the shoulders are even more scorching. Ordinary Yin Souls that approach within one meter of a Martial Artist will be burned to ashes.

When ordinary people are old and frail, or weak and sickly, their blood and Qi decline, and those Three Yang Fires will also wane accordingly. For such people, the Yang Fire cannot protect the body, and Yin Soul Bodies will approach the living to devour their Yang Qi.

Precisely because of this, in sparsely populated rural areas, many elderly people or those near death often encounter ghosts and speak some inexplicable, muddled words.

Even if one is a healthy, ordinary person, if walking alone on a night road and hearing a stranger calling from behind, one should try not to look back.

Because when turning one's head suddenly, it is easy to blow out one of the fires on the shoulders. If one is frightened by the Yin Soul behind, the heart and spirit become unstable, and another fire will be extinguished, thus giving the Yin Soul an opportunity.

Ordinary Yin Souls have limited abilities, but these ghost soldiers and ghost generals of Meng Yifan are different. They have all been refined by the Ghost Head Blade and have become extraordinary. Their Yin energy is vigorous; even the weakest ghost soldier does not fear the Three Yang Fires of an ordinary person.

Zhang Butou's current combat power is comparable to a Third-grade Intermediate Martial Artist. Among the ghost soldiers under his command, there are more than twenty comparable to Second Grade Martial Artist experts, and all the other ghost soldiers are comparable to First Grade Martial Artists. Combined together, they are a formidable force.

Zhang Butou led the ghost soldiers to launch an attack on the dual-blade Zombie. The ghost soldiers were fearless, rushing over like a tide. Some ghost soldiers hugged the dual-blade Zombie's thighs, some hugged the dual-blade Zombie's arms, and others rushed over, opened their bloody maws, and began to bite the dual-blade Zombie's body.

The dual-blade Zombie was so angry it wailed. The dual blades in its hands danced like two wheels, and every strike would slice several ghost soldiers in half.

However, the ghost soldiers are Yin Soul Bodies; even if slashed into several pieces, they will condense back into one body. It is just that after each condensation, the soul body becomes much dimmer. If they are shattered too many times, they will also die completely.

"Go to hell!" Taking advantage of the ghost soldiers entangling the dual-blade Zombie, Zhang Butou used his large broadsword to hack toward the dual-blade Zombie's right arm.

"Clang!" Zhang Butou's large broadsword struck the dual-blade Zombie's right arm, but it was as if it had struck iron or stone, emitting a crisp sound like metal striking stone.

The sharp large broadsword only barely broke the dual-blade Zombie's skin, cutting in an inch deep before it could cut no further.

To hack off the dual-blade Zombie's arm, one would have to repeat the hack at least a dozen times in the same spot.

But the dual-blade Zombie's movements were fast; how could it let Zhang Butou repeat a hack in the same spot a dozen times?

"Heh! Heh!" Zhang Butou grinned. This large broadsword of his was quite unusual; it was condensed from the purest Divine Soul Origin within the Divine Souls of Third Grade Martial Artists like Zhang Chao and Wang Zhanbiao. It existed between the ethereal and the real, capable of harming not only the physical body but also the Divine Soul.

After the large broadsword cut open the dual-blade Zombie's skin, a rich Yin Soul Power was transmitted from the large broadsword, which began to corrode the dual-blade Zombie's physical body like sulfuric acid.

Not only that, these Yin Soul Powers also acted like a toxin, spreading toward the dual-blade Zombie's interior, attempting to destroy the dual-blade Zombie's Divine Soul consciousness.

The dual-blade Zombie's physical body was as sturdy as steel, and it did not fear the damage the large broadsword dealt to its physical body, but the Yin Soul Power attempting to destroy its Divine Soul consciousness made it feel as if it were facing a formidable enemy.

The dual-blade Zombie's Divine Soul had long since dissipated, but there were many mysterious Control Arrays inside its body. Zuo Moyan had left a wisp of Divine Sense inside the Zombie to manipulate the dual-blade Zombie in battle through the Control Arrays.

The Yin Soul Power transmitted from Zhang Butou's large broadsword was meant to directly destroy that wisp of Divine Sense left by Zuo Moyan. If that wisp of Divine Sense were destroyed, the dual-blade Zombie would be like a robot with a damaged control hub; even if other parts of its limbs were intact, it would be unable to continue fighting.

"Bastard!" Zuo Moyan cursed loudly. Seeing the dual-blade Zombie in danger, he could only point forward, and a stream of pure Divine Soul power was transmitted into the dual-blade Zombie's body to help it clear out those Yin Soul Powers.

With Zuo Moyan's help, the dual-blade Zombie's strength greatly increased. Its dual blades danced, knocking Zhang Butou flying. It wanted to kill Zhang Butou, but those ghost soldiers swarmed up, blocking its path, while Zhang Butou, like an insidious assassin, would seize the opportunity to lunge forward and hack at the dual-blade Zombie with his large broadsword while it was being besieged by the ghost soldiers.

While Zhang Butou led the ghost soldiers to besiege the dual-blade Zombie, those two large Zombies also thought about coming to help, but they were blocked by Meng Yifan and could not get through at all.

Seeing this situation, Zuo Moyan roared in anger: "Hmph! Arrogant kid, you think you are the only one with ghost soldiers and ghost generals? I also have a Zombie Legion."

Zuo Moyan waved the Command Flag in his hand. From the Valley behind him came the creaking sounds of coffin lids opening. One Zombie after another stood up from their coffins, obeyed his command, and walked out quickly.

The Valley was the place where the black fog was thickest. At this moment, one Zombie after another walked out from the black fog. Before they even got close, the stench of corpses came rushing toward him, so foul that Meng Yifan was about to suffocate.

"He actually has so many Zombies?" Meng Yifan was greatly shocked. After the Zombies walked out of the black fog, he discovered that there were more than fifty of them, men and women, old and young, and their clothing was a motley assortment.

There was an old man Zombie wearing a silk burial shroud, a middle-aged Zombie wearing a wealthy man's robe, some Zombies dressed in rags like beggars, and even a beautiful Zombie wearing a pomegranate skirt embroidered with peony flowers.

From the clothes these Zombies wore, one could judge their identities while they were alive. Unfortunately, regardless of whether they were rich landlords or refugees, beauties or ugly monsters while alive, they were all dead now, and their corpses had been refined into Zombies by Zuo Moyan, unable to be laid to rest. It must be said, this is also a kind of tragedy.

"So many Zombies, how can this be fought?" Meng Yifan was terrified.