Blood energy was overflowing, and they fought until they were out of their minds, perhaps, every named War Soldier had a surge of resentment in their hearts. Under the full onslaught of the tribal warriors, the erstwhile uninhibited Ghost Tribe was now retreating step by step, showing signs of defeat. Piercing screams echoed in the darkness, and in the next instant, the screaming ghost's shadow turned into a wisp of black smoke, crumbling into the void above.
As for the ten Ghost Generals, they were completely surrounded by the Blood Refining Realm warriors of the tribe. Regardless of their incessant roars, their shadow-like combat qi surged like the tide, but they were still unable to break through their restraints. The ghost flame in their eyes jumped ceaselessly, giving a sense of helplessness.
