Ning Zhuo seized the opportunity, swiftly retreating to distance himself from the ghost general.
"A ghost general at the Foundation Establishment Peak, that ghost head broadsword is extraordinary!" Ning Zhuo looked grim.
He glanced at the silver shield artifact embedded in his left arm, noticing a crack just from a single strike.
The ghost general vanished from his original spot.
Ning Zhuo felt a chill in his heart. He desperately activated the Iron Han Armor but couldn't detect any trace of the enemy.
At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong warned: "Jump backward!"
Without hesitation, Ning Zhuo leapt backwards with all his might.
The next instant, a ghostly figure appeared, solidifying rapidly. The ghost general wielding a battle axe struck at empty air.
The second ghost general!
Ning Zhuo's heart sank.
"Jump again, to the southeast!" Sun Lingtong called out once more.
His eyes shone brightly.
