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Considering all aspects, Joan, who possesses magic but lacks corresponding strength, is likely not a match for Sha Qian, who is almost the strongest under Xian Dao. Moreover, the opponent has many subordinates while he is alone.
It's not just empty talk that Double Fists struggle against four hands; facing hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands is something only a few can achieve. Not everyone is Ye Mingshang, nor is everyone a Killer Prince.
"That's all I have to say. Think it over yourself."
Wu Boyi turned to leave, and Ye Mingshang did not stop him.
Before departing, Wu Boyi paused briefly without turning back and said, "You better hurry; if you’re late, he might die."
After saying this, Wu Boyi's figure gradually faded and disappeared from view.
Ye Mingshang did not pursue him. Since he chose not to act, he naturally would not engage in a sneak attack.
With a whoosh, Ye Mingshang turned and sprinted towards the direction of the Ghostly Execution Hall. At his speed, when fully unleashed, he left almost nothing but an afterimage.
The reason he could fly but chose to run was mainly because Flying did not provide much speed. Strictly speaking, it was not true Flying but rather floating, which consumed a lot of magic power and was not very fast.
At full speed, Ye Mingshang dashed forward like a gust of wind, making it hard to even see his figure before he vanished.
By combining the techniques of Shrinking the Ground to an Inch and High Mobility through training, he had learned to stack these two powers together.
The increase in speed from their combination is not simply additive; it represents a qualitative change.
It can be said that if he were to unleash his full speed now, he could almost reach around one hundred fifty kilometers, regardless of the terrain.
What kind of speed is this? It has far surpassed the limits achievable by humans, comparable to that of a car. Most importantly, it does not discriminate against the terrain; even rugged mountains or large rivers and lakes can be traversed at this speed.
The Ghostly Execution Hall is eighty kilometers away via mountain roads, and with all his effort, he could arrive in about thirty minutes.
On the other side, Joan, who has already reached the Ghostly Execution Hall, wears a grave expression.
Looking at the members around him commanding the Hundred Ghosts Banner to attack, Joan's face turns ashen. He has recognized many friends and elders from his former village among them.
This drives him nearly insane, filled with rage.
"You all deserve to die!"
The curtain rises on a great battle. At first, under the full force of Joan's peak cultivation as a Celestial Master, the members of the Ghostly Execution Hall had no ability to resist; several were quickly taken down by Joan.
However, as everyone began to react and summoned their own Hundred Ghosts Banners, Joan found himself unable to attack.
Because among those spirits being commanded here are many villagers from his own community!
Indeed, it is them!
Joan feels hatred—hatred for these Fellows who have destroyed their lives, wishing he could tear them apart.
However, he cannot take action; at least, he cannot go all out.
If he were to strike, his spells would inevitably hit them. Even though they have lost their will and become mere weapons, Joan cannot bring himself to harm them. After all, they were once his companions.
"Dammit! These Fellows!"
A Dao Fa technique was about to be unleashed, but it was forced back by the opponent's Hundred Ghost Banner.
He still recognized that once stern but deeply caring Uncle Li. Now, he had lost his past severity and the occasional kindness; all that remained was madness and brutality, with no emotions in his eyes, only a Puppet-like dullness.
Even so, he couldn't bring himself to act against him.
"Once they have the Hundred Ghost Banner under control, he won't dare to attack!"
Finally, someone had discovered Joan's weakness.
Indeed, maybe they wouldn't notice it once or twice, but being repeatedly pushed back by a not-so-powerful Hundred Ghost Banner was quite suspicious. After all, his strength had been evident before; he shouldn't be forced back by just a mere Hundred Ghost Banner—at least a Thousand Demon Banner would be required.
These people weren't fools. Moreover, Joan lacked cunning and wasn't good at hiding his emotions. It was easy for them to notice the peculiar feelings in his eyes when he saw certain spirits.
"Since you don't dare to strike, we won't hold back."
These were cultists, the most inhumane kind who refined souls and could commit atrocities like village massacres. They wouldn't talk about morality or hesitate to take advantage of others; for them, there were no barriers.
Flames wrapped around Joan's hands; this was also a form of fire attribute magic he had developed himself.
Originally, fire had a strong ability to counter Evil Arts, and dealing with these not-so-strong Fellows shouldn't have been difficult. However, they had discovered his weakness and kept their distance, only using the Hundred Ghost Banner to let the spirits attack.
Although these attacks weren't powerful, their sheer numbers posed a problem. He couldn't afford to launch an aggressive counterattack; as time passed, Joan grew increasingly furious.
"In this land, the spirit of the gods is most profound; ascending to heaven and reaching the earth; emerging from the dark and entering the netherworld; for my command, do not linger; on the day of merit, inscribe my name in Shangqing!"
He threw several Five Emperor Coins onto the ground, and a light yellow semi-circular protective barrier enveloped them, temporarily blocking the ghosts' attacks.
However, this was not a long-term solution. The ghosts had no intention of giving up easily; there were so many of them, adding up to several hundred. Although they were still far from the power of my Thousand Demon Banner, their strength was not to be underestimated.
This was a war of attrition.
The dark mass of ghosts continuously slammed against the protective barrier. Each time they struck, they were repelled to some extent, but the injuries were not severe.
Inside the barrier, Joan gritted his teeth as his internal mana was rapidly depleting. Although this level of consumption was not significant compared to his own mana reserves, if it continued, he would definitely be overwhelmed. Even if he managed to outlast them in the end, those ghosts would surely perish as well, which naturally included his companions. After all, even if the barrier's attack power was weak, it could still gradually wear down the ghosts.
He did not believe that those people would care about the fate of the ghosts.
There were still many enemies behind him that he needed to deal with. If this continued, not only would he risk being surrounded by more foes, but the situation would also become more passive. If he exhausted too much energy now, how would he fight later or take revenge?
While enduring the attacks from these people, Joan gritted his teeth in anger.
Yet deep down, he wondered what Master Face would do in this situation. Would he have ever found himself in such a passive position? Perhaps he would have annihilated the enemy just like before with overwhelming force.
He felt somewhat disheartened.
Indeed, I am still so useless...
(To be continued.)
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