This one wasn't so lucky. The Blood Demon Follower bound by six Ghost Generals was like being chained by countless iron chains. Countless wraiths clung to it, layering densely together, as if millions of phantasmal shadows were intertwined. The Blood Demon Follower shone with dazzling blood-red light, struggling towards the ceiling.
But just as it barely reached the ceiling and was about to escape, a sharp blade suddenly pierced into its thigh, as a Ghost General, swift and ahead, caught up.
In the midst of furious roars, the two wrestled together and fell back into the cultivation fields. Around them, countless corrupted residents and ghosts slaughtered each other. The vast plantation area, spanning over ten thousand square meters, had become a meat grinder of battle between the two types of creatures.
Chu Xiu waved his large hand, and the Eight Desolates Nether Fire Array was set up around, starting to reap the remaining corrupted residents.
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