Corpses dragging along the remnants of their desecrated souls crawled out from the ground. Permeated in a cloud of green smog, these were wights resurrected with the souls of the dead.
A catastrophe was imminent.
They could no longer afford to wait!
"Linghe, have them pull back! Don't engage those wights!" Ji Fengyan took a deep breath and passed down the order. These people had no experience in fighting a wight army. Anyone who died at the hands of a wight would end up being a wight himself.
A wight was a soul vessel and could not be killed without special powers. This dreadful creature was a nightmare on the battlefield.
There was only one way to end this.
Ji Fengyan gripped the evil-vanquishing sword tightly and led her giant soldier god in another attack.
Only by breaking the spell that summoned those wights would the souls be able to depart in peace.
This was a war that had to be fought.
