Amidst the enormous shadow of the Broken Army Hall, one by one, spectral figures slowly emerged.
They were clad in tattered armor, wielding broken weapons, their forms straddling the line between reality and illusion. They had no flesh and blood, just husks formed by obsessions and Evil Qi. In their eye sockets burned crimson Soul Fires, filled with hatred and a desire to destroy all living creatures.
"They are war spirits!" Cang Shi's expression changed. "The indomitable will of the soldiers who died in the Divine Court's service, combined with the Slaughter Qi here, corrupted by the Power of Deathly Silence of the dark cosmos, have transformed into monsters driven solely by massacre!"
These war spirits were almost impervious to regular physical attacks, yet their assaults could directly strike at the Divine Soul, making it difficult to defend against.
"Roar!"
