Chapter 208: Ghost Clan Attacks the Yunyin Sword Sect (2)

Four Ghost Generals stepped forward immediately, each one exuding an awe-inspiring Aura, their bodies radiating dense black Qi.

The first, Hei Ming, excelled in mental oppression, capable of plunging enemies into heavy hallucinations and terror.

The second, Xue Ying, wielded a blood-colored long blade; each swing was like countless ghost shadows, incomparably sharp.

The third was Huang Ming, who harbored vast Ghost Qi within, possessing exceptionally formidable strength.

The fourth was Hun Yuan, capable of controlling ghosts and Yin Qi to attack, specializing in draining the enemy's spiritual power.

The five advanced together, and the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Seeing the five Ghost Generals approach, Feng Wushuang frowned slightly. She looked down at the bronze zither in her hands, preparing to play again.

With a light pluck of the strings, sound waves tore through the air like a wild beast, striking fiercely toward Ye Youming and her group.

Ye Youming's heart stirred; she quickly drew her sword from its scabbard, the blade tracing a cold arc in the air as it met Feng Wushuang's sound waves head-on.

Sword Qi collided with the sound waves, emitting a deafening roar, and the shockwaves sent dust flying across the battlefield.

"I'll handle this!"

Hei Ming followed closely behind, instantly appearing on Feng Wushuang's left side. He swung the Cursed Staff in his hand, releasing a dark beam of light that shot directly toward Feng Wushuang's chest.

Feng Wushuang sneered, her right hand moving rapidly. The zither music suddenly changed trajectory, turning into several whirlwinds that struck head-on at Hei Ming.

Hei Ming hurriedly raised his staff to defend, but the power of the zither music far exceeded his expectations. The staff shuddered, and his body was sent flying, crashing to the ground, unable to rise.

"Try again!"

Xue Ying laughed wildly, instantly transforming into a streak of blood-colored light as he lunged at Feng Wushuang. His long blade carried a cruel sharpness, cutting through the air, and in an instant, he was right in front of Feng Wushuang.

Feng Wushuang's expression shifted slightly. With a thought, the sound waves from the ancient zither accelerated; the notes seemed to possess Sword Qi, piercing directly toward Xue Ying's heart.

A flash of fear crossed Xue Ying's eyes; he turned abruptly and swung his long blade rapidly to slash at the sound waves.

However, the sound waves penetrated the blade's defense, piercing into Xue Ying's chest like ice, sending blood splattering everywhere.

"You… you dare to wound me?" Xue Ying fell to the ground in pain, eyes wide with rage, but he could not get back up.

At this moment, Huang Ming and Hun Yuan also began to unleash their strongest attacks. Relying on his vast Ghost Qi, Huang Ming forcibly tore through the air and slammed into Feng Wushuang, the Ghost Qi sweeping in like a violent storm.

Meanwhile, Hun Yuan controlled countless ghosts, launching a devouring attack against Feng Wushuang.

Feng Wushuang's pupils constricted. She knew she was surrounded on all sides, but she had no intention of retreating.

Just then, Left Sword Envoy Yun Che and Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo rushed over from a distance. Seeing Feng Wushuang trapped, they shouted anxiously: "Senior, we are here to help you!"

However, before the two could fly to Feng Wushuang's side, the sky suddenly grew dim. A deep black light flickered in the air, and Ye Youming's figure gradually emerged from within this darkness.

Her eyes were beautiful and deep, shimmering with a soul-captivating light.

"Look into my eyes!" Ye Youming's voice was like a demonic melody, filled with magnetism.

Left Sword Envoy Yun Che and Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo instantly fell into some strange power, as if a powerful willpower was controlling their bodies.

Their steps came to a sudden halt, their bodies seemingly locked, unable to move a single inch. Even though they struggled with all their might internally, they still could not shake off Ye Youming's control.

At this moment, Huang Ming and Hun Yuan's attacks had almost reached them. They were about to be hit in the next second.

Feng Wushuang's heart stirred; the zither strings vibrated, and the sound waves spun into two shields, wrapping around Left Sword Envoy Yun Che and Right Sword Envoy Qi Mo, quickly throwing them into the protection range of the main hall.

However, Feng Wushuang herself could not fully escape. Huang Ming's Ghost Qi suddenly struck her back, and her spiritual power instantly stagnated, as if a heavy boulder were pressing down on her entire body.

She only felt the surrounding space become extremely oppressive; her body seemed to be frozen by the Ghost Qi, and her spiritual power could not flow at all.

"I… I cannot move…" Feng Wushuang whispered to herself, a trace of helplessness and pain flashing in her eyes.

Her heartbeat gradually grew heavy, and her inner struggle became increasingly uncontrollable, but she still tried her best to break free from this restraint.

Just as she was preparing to forcibly break through the restraint, Ye Youming's figure appeared in front of her again.

"If you do not die, it may not necessarily be considered a total failure," Ye Youming said softly, her voice carrying a certain inexplicable gentleness.

Under the influence of this bewitching power, Feng Wushuang lost all ability to resist.

Immediately, Ye Youming quickly cast a spell, forming a seal with her hands, and the Immortal Binding Rope appeared in response.

It wrapped around Feng Wushuang's limbs, locking her movements, leaving her completely unable to move.

"Take her back," Ye Youming commanded calmly.

Before the words had even faded, the Immortal Binding Rope turned into a beam of black light, instantly taking Feng Wushuang away, straight out of the battlefield.

Although Feng Wushuang's heart was filled with unwillingness and helplessness, she could only close her eyes and let herself be taken away, her consciousness gradually fading.

Meanwhile, Ye Youming stopped and looked up at the Great Sect-Protecting Array that shrouded the main hall of the Yunyin Sword Sect in the distance.

The Great Sect-Protecting Array was far stronger than the mountain-protecting array; it was impossible to break through in a short time.

Ye Youming did not linger; she turned and left quickly, heading toward Sovereign Jue.

Not long after, Ye Youming returned to Sovereign Jue's side and said respectfully, bowing her head: "Master, this Disciple has captured Feng Wushuang alive."

Hearing this, a playful glint flashed in Sovereign Jue's eyes. "Since you caught her, she is your spoils of war. Skinning her, pulling her tendons, or extracting her bones for Alchemy—it is all up to you."

"This Disciple obeys."

Sovereign Jue nodded slightly, smiled coldly, and turned to give the order: "Ghost Clan Disciples, continue the attack! Do not stop all night; you must break through the Yunyin Sword Sect's Great Sect-Protecting Array."

The Ghost Clan generals responded one after another. After receiving the order, they immediately returned to the front lines, beginning to use their strongest offensives, combining the Ghost Qi and ghosts in the darkness to continue mercilessly attacking the Yunyin Sword Sect's defense line.

Meanwhile, Sovereign Jue returned to the camp with the Ghost Clan generals by his side.

"Tonight, everyone must celebrate well," Sovereign Jue said with a cold laugh. "As long as I step over the mountain of corpses and sea of blood of the Yunyin Sword Sect, the entire Eastern Region will be under my control."

In the camp, the firelight illuminated the faces of many Ghost Clan generals; what burned in their eyes was not only the flames of war, but also the desire and anticipation for victory.

The banquet began. Dark red wine swirled in the Ghost Clan generals' wine cups, and bursts of low laughter echoed in the camp; the atmosphere gradually became tense and excited.

Behind the camp, Lin Fan, dressed in a black robe, walked low-key, avoiding the lively banquet area. He weighed the thousand appearance mask that was shimmering with a faint light in his hand.

Although this mask was only a replica, it had helped them successfully complete their identity transformation, and now there was no need to hide.

Lin Fan smiled lightly and was about to throw the mask into the fire when Xiao Du's voice sounded in his mind.

"Even if the thousand appearance mask is a replica, its material cannot be destroyed by ordinary fire. Give it to me; let me handle it."

Lin Fan nodded, replied with a low "Mm," and handed the mask over to Xiao Du.

Afterward, he took a deep breath and walked toward the center of the camp.

There, in a tent surrounded by guards, was imprisoned Feng Wushuang, who had been as noble as a fairy during the day.