Chapter 708 - The Evil Spirits of the Dead

Chapter 708 The Evil Spirits of the Dead
He did not detect anything hitting the impenetrable sword wall of light. Ding Hao did not know how his attacker managed to avoid the sword wall and wound him.
What kind of an enemy was this?
Ding Hao focused his eyes and took a step back. He was thoroughly shocked.
The next moment, sharp whistling sounds rang out in his ears again, many times more terrible than before.

We can’t go on like this…
Ding Hao was worried about Tianshu, Evil Moon, and the others. He unleashed his strength to the full. The Bi Fang’s Qi Seed in the Middle Dantian of his chest erupted, and a wisp of fire appeared in his hand.
The scarlet flame was like a dancing drop of blood, dispelling the inky mists.
The flame danced nimbly on Ding Hao’s raised fingertip, like a bright lamp in the dark night.
The Bi Fang’s Fire had magical power. It could disperse a little of the inky mists around him.
Ding Hao could finally see his surroundings.
What relieved him somewhat was that Tianshu, Evil Moon, and the others behind him were not attacked by that strange force. At the same time, he finally saw the enemies attacking him—
It turned out to be four green, translucent, ghostly figures.
These transparent figures were extremely eerie, pale green in color and looking like specters. One could faintly see them dressed in the tattered clothing of the distant past, not in contemporary style. Their threadbare clothes appeared to have been weathered for tens of thousands of years— now no more than scraps on their bodies, like unearthed antiques that had undergone the vicissitudes of time.
The faces of these pale green figures were stiff and zombie-like. Their figures were at times distinct and at times vague. There was a faint green spiritual light in their eyes, like the green liquid in their bodies had spilled in the darkness.
The fractured swords and sabers in their hands were similarly mottled and unreal. They seemed too insubstantial to be able to wound anyone.

What are these?
Ding Hao was shocked.
Ghosts?

Are there really ghosts in this world?

The strange sounds were shrill whistles and a weird slicing noise made by their fractured weapons as they slashed.
Before the next flame started flickering, the four green ghosts had pounced on Ding Hao again, giving him no time to think.
Ding Hao slashed out his sword.
The long Tian Que Sword sliced easily through the ghosts, like they were pure air or running water.
The four ghost-like bodies were cut into two, but the next moment, they quickly merged into one again, like nothing had happened. They were as fast as lightning. They took Ding Hao’s slash on their bodies, before pouncing and hacking down on him.
Ding Hao dodged instinctively.
The ghosts were wielding fractured ancient weapons that looked so unreal. One of them sliced through Ding Hao’s side like it was cutting tofu, easily slashing his black iron armor.

What kind of monsters are these? When I attack them, their long swords look like illusory streaks of shadow. How did they cause any real physical damage when they attacked?
Ding Hao was extremely surprised.
Moreover, the black armor he was wearing was a high-grade magical weapon, yet that unreal-looking fractured weapon had instantly sliced through it. What horrific attacking power!
On top of that, these four monsters were focused on him. They attacked him ferociously together, ignoring Tianshu and the rest.

These are 10,000-year-old Spirits of the Dead, a kind of Undead. Someone must have used some secret technique to refine some experts in fire, killing them and imprisoning their souls…
The voice of the Sword Master resounded in his mind,
That was a long time ago. I didn’t expect this evil technique to be still around in this world.

Ding Hao had no time to listen to the Sword Master’s lament.
Because the four Spirits of the Dead opposite him had attacked again.
Ding Hao kept dodging.
He changed his method of attack. He unleashed his brute strength, punching with his fist.
His Purple Dragon Qi Fist erupted with tremendous energy, rousing wild gales. The air within 10 meters before him exploded. A green Spirit of the Dead in front of him was shattered, turning into mists.
But in the next moment, that ball of green mists immediately reassembled and condensed again. It was that same Spirit of the Dead, totally unscathed.
So attacking with the fist also proved ineffective.
Ding Hao had a headache.
In this realm, a martial artist’s Qi was completely suppressed, and Ding Hao could not use his Hell Ice Qi at all. Otherwise, Ding Hao would have frozen these Spirits of the Dead in ice…
In such an environment, these Spirits of the Dead were simply invincible.

The Spirits of the Dead are the most Yin beings in this realm. To counteract and destroy them, you need to unleash extreme Yang power. Little Chap Ding, don’t wait any longer. It isn’t hard for you to defeat them. Use the quickest method—attack them with the Bi Fang’s Fire!

The Saber Master offered him a solution.
Ding Hao nodded.
The next moment, he activated the Qi Seed in the Middle Dantian of his chest, which had the shape of a Bi Fang. The Heaven Fire Qi, compressed to the extreme, surged and streamed into his six extra-channels.
In a split second, a long sword formed by the Bi Fang’s Fire appeared in Ding Hao’s hand.
Seven Black Cut!
Ding Hao slashed with his backhand.
The flames whistled and roared.
The fiery sword sliced the two Spirits that were charging at him through their waists.
The expressions of these two Spirits finally changed. Panic appeared on their stiff, zombie-like faces. They squeaked like mice, turning hastily into green mists to avoid the slash. The next moment, they tried reassembling like before…
However, that scarlet flame was like a maggot in their bones, seeping into the green mists. No matter what forms they took, they still could not disentangle themselves from this scarlet flame.
The Bi Fang’s Fire finally ignited, scorching all the green mists into green smoke in an instant.
He had succeeded!
Ding Hao was overjoyed.
Everything else would be much easier after this successful strike.
The Spirits of the Dead that appeared in this dark prison cell were not very powerful. They were even a little inflexible. They had only mechanically retained some of their combat powers, and were soon destroyed by Ding Hao.
After these four Spirits completely disappeared, there was a strange fluctuation in the air.
Then, the black mists in the dark prison of light completely dissipated, like a thin layer of snow under the blazing sun.
Ding Hao and the others could finally see everything clearly.
However, before Ding Hao and the others could react, the four giant chains on the sides released dazzling black light. The intense black light was like eye-piercing steel needles. Ding Hao and the rest could not resist it even with their strength. They closed their eyes involuntarily.
The next moment, when they reopened his eyes, everything had disappeared into thin air.
The four black chains that were as large as mountains had disappeared.
The dark prison cell had also disappeared.
Then, horrible roars and wails of unresigned fury filled the air above Ding Hao and his companions. The next moment, they were separated from them by some power. The circular light portal, which was like an open sky eye, gradually closed and disappeared.
This scene was a little weird.
Ding Hao felt pain in his eyes. It took him quite some time to recover his sight.
When he looked more carefully, he detected nothing different around him. Everything seemed to have returned to the former state before those changes took place.
The enormous chains dangling from the light portal had smashed into the ground, shattering the rock pavement and the stone halls. The buildings around were in ruins. However, once the enormous black chains vanished, it looked as if nothing had happened.
The ground was still smooth. The stone halls were still standing tall.
There was no trace of any damage, not even a speck of dust or a splinter of stone.

Was everything just an illusion?
Ding Hao was extremely surprised.
He felt as if he had just had a nightmare.
However, when he lifted his head, the sky was still looming with dark clouds.
There were still many circular wormhole light portals in the sky, open like cold, gigantic, and ruthless eyes. Raging gales howled from them, as ferocious beasts bellowed incessantly and mournfully. The enormous dangling black chains were like mountains, forming countless prison cells of black light within this Sea of Opulent Buildings.
Could there be other experts of the Human and Demon Clans imprisoned here?
He looked out to the horizon. There were at least several thousand prison cells of black light in this place.
That black light wall had blocked all the energy fluctuations. Ding Hao could not detect anything from these prison cells. Were other experts trapped there as well?
All this proved what he had just experienced was not a dream.
Ding Hao jumped on the roof of a stone hall and looked into the distance. He could see many faint, flashing figures. Enormous chains kept turning and disappearing into black light. After that, a dark prison cell under the heavens would also disintegrate.
Uncle Tianshu also steered the white tigress to jump up the roof of a stone hall. After surveying the place, he said with great certainty,
There must be powerful experts trapped in each one of these dark cells.


Look, the dark prison cells keep disappearing. Does this mean that those experts have escaped the prisons after defeating the Spirits of the Dead, just like us?
Ding Hao asked thoughtfully.
Uncle Tianshu shook his head and said,
Those Spirits of the Dead might have already killed them.

Ding Hao was stunned and immediately nodded.
This was indeed possible.
Although a little bloody and cruel.

Let’s go on. Be careful, it’s more dangerous here than we thought.
Although the dark prison cells had disappeared, Ding Hao still felt uneasy. In fact, he was feeling even more uneasy than before.
The existence of these dark prison cells was itself quite incredible.
This magical formation was like the magic skills of an immortal. It was beyond what an ordinary warrior could do.

Did the masters of Sacred Hall set up this defensive formation?

If they did, those Sacred Hall members were simply too horrific. They must be as formidable as the War God, with immense, heaven-defying powers.
Yet this incredibly powerful sect was destroyed in a day! So what power in this world could exist forever?
Ding Hao was horrified.
What danger would they face next, he wondered to himself.
Uncle Tianshu led the way very cautiously.
Those dark prisons of light seemed to have utterly shocked him as well, but he did not say anything. He just looked a little worried.
After walking for a while…

Just as I expected. Someone’s dead.
Uncle Tianshu stopped in his tracks.
On the street in front of them, there were two bodies lying on the ground.