Varesh's expression gradually became more solemn.
The five Lord-level ghosts surrounded him.
They didn't attack his body.
At least, not directly.
Their translucent figures moved through the battlefield, their forms constantly changing as they released waves of resentment, fear, pain, and deathly aura.
WOOOOO—
The soundless howls of the ghosts entered Varesh's body.
His pure Yang-type physique immediately reacted.
A faint golden radiance surged beneath his skin.
His blood boiled.
His Yang energy erupted.
Normally, these ghosts wouldn't have been able to do anything to him.
Varesh's South Sword Yang Physique was exceptionally powerful. It was naturally resistant to Yin and ghostly powers. Ordinary ghosts couldn't even approach him without being burned away by his vigorous life force.
Even Lord-level ghosts would have difficulty injuring him under normal circumstances.
Yet—
This wasn't a normal situation.
