Chu Lan's sword light swept through like a violent gale, and wherever it passed, the wailing ghosts shattered and dissolved.
His figure weaved through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and with every step he took, hundreds of ghosts were reduced to ashes under the sharp edge of the Taixu Divine Sword.
By the time the slaughter came to an end, the ghostly army finally collapsed, and the remaining Yin soldiers and ghost generals fled in all directions, no longer daring to come within half a step of this god of slaughter.
Chapter 111