Chapter 75 The Imperial Ghost Academy shows its mighty power!
boom!
As a torch was thrown into it, the beacon tower was instantly lit, and billowing smoke rose, making it clearly visible hundreds of miles away.
But even so, the two people beside the beacon tower still didn't feel the slightest sense of security.
Because countless ghosts, like falling raindrops, descended on their city and began to search for traces of humans!
In the two people's field of vision, more black spots continued to expand, and then fell in front of them.
"Roar!"
Even before a ghost landed on the ground, it had already smelled the aura of life on the two of them, opened its fangs and opened its mouth, roaring and biting!
"Fuck!"
In response, the two could only dodge away in panic.
Seeing more and more ghosts coming, his face was full of horror.
However, the two of them were still strong in the Soul Gathering Realm. After a brief moment of confusion, they immediately broke out in their own cultivation and drew out their weapons to fight the enemy.
"Die!"
One of the men in robes shouted fiercely and raised his sword, then the sword came out like a dragon and stabbed into the head of the monster in front of him.
But what I didn't expect was that the ghost didn't seem to be affected at all after being hit by the sword, and there was even a trace of ridicule in its eyes.
"What?!"
Seeing this, the man in the robe couldn't help but stare blankly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Idiot, don't you know it until now? Ordinary swords can't hurt these ghosts at all, only pure energy substances have an effect on them!" Another person reminded loudly.
The man in the robe suddenly woke up and without any hesitation, a burst of spiritual power suddenly surged out and covered his fist.
Bang!
The ghost was hit by a punch, and a gap opened in its head.
If it were an ordinary person, he would have died suddenly on the spot, but the ghost seemed to be fine and rushed over again with a roar!
"Oh shit!"
The man in the robe gritted his teeth and backed away quickly.
"What should I do? There are more and more ghosts!"
"We have no choice but to wait for support and retreat first!!"
The two of them could only leave the beacon tower first.
At the same time, other ghosts that descended on the city had discovered the people hiding in the houses and began to inhumanely suck their flesh and blood.
This left the two of them helpless.
After all, if they can't even protect themselves, how can they protect the people in the city?
"We have already lit the beacon, why haven't we received support yet?!" the man in the robe shouted desperately.
The other person shook his head, pointed into the distance and smiled bitterly: "Look there."
The man in the robe looked along the direction and discovered that there was also a line of wolf smoke rising in the sky in the distance.
This can only mean one thing, that is, the nearby city has also been attacked by ghosts and cannot support them at all!
"Damn it!"
The man in the robe cursed again, and while his eyes flickered, he suddenly discovered a little girl not far away below being chased by a ghost.
"Mommy mommy!"
The little girl's face was covered with tears, she was crying and running as hard as she could.
But before she could take a few steps out, she fell to the ground with a thud, and could only watch helplessly as the ghost came towards her!
"careful!"
When the man in the robe saw this scene, he rushed out without hesitation, came to the little girl, and punched away the ghost that came towards her!
Another person also hurriedly rushed over, turning the spiritual power in his hand into a long knife, and neatly chopped off the head of the ghost.
Although the two of them saved the little girl's life, the movement here also attracted more ghosts, causing roars to continue to sound all around.
Faced with more and more ghosts surrounding them, the two of them and the little girl had nowhere to escape, and their mood gradually fell to the bottom.
"Are we destined to die here today..." the man in the robe said with an ashen face.
"It seems so." The other person sighed and nodded with a wry smile.
However, just when the two of them were in complete despair, a burst of killing sounds suddenly sounded from behind them!
"kill!!"
The two of them turned around in shock and found that at some point, sixteen people had appeared in the direction of the city gate!
Each of these sixteen people are wearing standard robes, holding sharp weapons, and riding fierce horses. They are like sharp swords, inserted into the crowds of ghosts!
"This...this is?!"
As the two people watched in shock, sixteen people began to kill among the ghosts.
Moreover, unlike ordinary swords, the weapons held by these sixteen people can actually cut off the bodies of ghosts easily.
Wherever the blade passes, it can harvest the life of a ghost, just like chopping melons and vegetables!
The densely packed ghosts roared ferociously, but they had no power to fight back!
This is in stark contrast to the two people's previous performance when facing ghosts!
In less than a moment of burning incense, all the surrounding ghosts had been cleared away, forming a vacuum area.
The leader of the sixteen people was a burly man with stubble. After reaching the three of them, he jumped/dismounted and asked aloud: "Are you okay?"
"Fuck, who...are you?" The man in the robe was so shocked that he was speechless.
"My name is Weng Zile, and I am a student of the Ghost Control Academy. These are also my colleagues. Today is the Ghost Festival, so we are here to support you!" the bearded man said firmly.
"Ghost Control Academy?"
The man in robes and his companions looked at each other, obviously they had never heard of this name.
"No matter what, thank you for coming to rescue me, otherwise, I guess we would all have to deal with it here today!"
The two men in long robes cupped their fists and saluted the sixteen people from the Ghost Control Academy.
"No need to thank you, this is our job!"
Weng Zile shook his head, and then said: "Okay, no more gossip, you can take this little sister to seek refuge first, and just leave it to us!"
"Do you need help? The two of us are also cultivators of the Spirit Gathering Realm." The man in the robe volunteered.
But Weng Zile shook his head again and said in a deep voice: "I don't mean to offend, but we have all undergone special training. You can't help much by staying here!"
Upon hearing this, the two men in robes nodded.
They could also see just now that although the sixteen members of the Ghost Control Academy are not very strong, they have a unique way of dealing with ghosts.
"But, are you sure you can deal with that guy above?"
The man in the robe pointed to the sky and asked with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.
Weng Zile looked up, and his eyes finally locked on a huge black shadow under layers of dark clouds.
Just from its breath, one can easily tell that this is a ghost king!
"Humph, don't worry, sixteen of us are enough!" Weng Ziyue's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly as he said.