The eerie wind swirled madly, shadows of ghosts multiplied.
The dense Yin Qi enveloped the city defenses, severely disturbing the Divine Sense of the defending cultivators, restricting their sight to merely within three yards.
Big-headed ghosts, small-headed ghosts, hanging ghosts, soul-hooking lizards—all rose on the wind or climbed the city walls, constantly attacking the ramparts.
"Hold the line, hold the line for me!"
"Father!!"
"Die for me..."
"Don't rush too far!"
"Form up, form up!"
"Ah——!"
Shouts, commands, screams, and cries of rage and despair intertwined, weaving a hymn of mortal creatures defending their homeland.
The infinite, cruel, numb ghost tide, along with the creatures' courage, heroism, and sacrifice—two invisible forces constantly challenging each other through spirits and ghost bodies, entwining life and death.
Tie Guzheng, as the Commander of the City Guard Army, managed the city's entire defensive line.
