A steady stream of Ghosts emerged from all directions. They lacked Spiritual Sense and only knew how to attack instinctively.
This was precisely why Long Ao felt an increasing sense of urgency.
'Every minute I delay puts me in more danger.'
The Blood-Drinking Mad Saber in his hand slashed out relentlessly, one strike after another, unleashing a constant barrage of Sword Auras.
'Huh?'
Just as Long Ao was growing frustrated, unsure of what to do, he suddenly spotted a strange pattern not far away. These so-called Ghosts were emerging from within that very pattern.
A strange pattern.
Without the slightest hesitation, Long Ao closed the distance to the strange pattern in just a few steps and viciously struck it with his Blood-Drinking Mad Saber.
BOOM.
Before Long Ao could react, the Sword Aura he had just unleashed rebounded instantly. He was sent flying backward, his face immediately turning pale. He finally managed to stop himself with great difficulty.
