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第一千八百九十九章 巨鬼

That shimmering curtain was a deep cyan-blue, clearly not an advanced禁制 but rather a simple technique known as the **Ethereal Shadow Qi Shield**.

The **Ethereal Shadow Qi Shield** sounded impressive, but its power was weak. It was one of the most basic ghostly spells, with effects similar to those of a spirit force shield, and could be performed by someone in the Flexible Spirit Period.

However, with so many wandering spirits and wild ghosts together, their combined effect naturally added up.

Of course, it wouldn't be millions of them stacking on top of each other; such an increase would be absurd. After all, the wide-ranging area would significantly weaken their defensive power.

Still, compared to a single **Ethereal Shadow Qi Shield**, this was vastly stronger and could provide some resistance against the Crystal Power Cannon.

But even so, with thousands of cannons firing simultaneously, it wasn't enough for the tiny **Ethereal Shadow Shield** to withstand. Countless wandering spirits and ghostly creatures turned into nothingness without a sound.

The faces of the cultivators were still extremely grim, but that didn't matter as long as it didn't affect the overall situation—just some waves in the vast sea.

Morale was low, which was undoubtedly fatal. In battle, if one side lacked fighting spirit, the outcome was clear: collapse like a mountain.

This applied equally to the secular world and the cultivation realm.

Lin Xuan scanned his surroundings with a frown. He needed to stir up chaos and create confusion to gain an advantage, but he couldn't afford to be reckless. A mid-stage **Cavern Profound** cultivator's arrival naturally drew everyone's attention.

His voice echoed far away without any effort: "Friends of the Dao, Ye does not have much to say. I ask only one question: who among you has the confidence to escape from this sea of wandering spirits if Red Leaf Island falls? Ye does not have that confidence, so there is no choice but to fight or perish."

Silence fell over Red Leaf Island as his words resonated.

But in just a few breaths, the cultivators were not fools. They understood the logic behind what the white-robed senior had said: if the island falls, who has the confidence to escape?

With its heavily guarded禁制 and advantageous terrain, the island could still hold out against the wandering spirits. But once breached, no one would be safe.

The enemy was strong, so fear crept in. But they needed to find a way to survive, which meant fighting their way through.

His words were not grandiose, but each sentence stirred the cultivators' fighting spirit.

"No one wants to die," Lin Xuan thought. "We must fight for our future."

"Agreed. Let's fight these wandering spirits."

"Better to be bold than timid. We can use our treasures and kill enough to make a profit."

"Your optimism is commendable, but your point makes sense."

Various discussions filled the air as Lin Xuan scanned the scene. The previously low morale was visibly rising.

The wandering spirits were not idle either. Ethereal flames rained down fiercely, breaking through two protective barriers. Although it would take much more to breach the island, this was clearly disadvantageous.

Cultivators began their counterattack. Thousands of battle swords and giant warriors unleashed their attacks. Besides the Crystal Power Cannon, there were also lightning fire and ice spears, all due to pre-set offensive arrays that consumed many crystals but were worth it in the face of such a crisis.

Various spells poured out like they didn't cost anything. Low-stage cultivators also used their spirit weapons, from swords to spears. Some preferred spells or talismans.

However, most of those fighting were mid-stage and base stage cultivators. The terrifying number of wandering spirits at the front was just cannon fodder.

High-stage cultivators couldn't afford to waste their energy; they had to save it for the more formidable ghostly creatures behind them. If they acted rashly, they might clear out the low-stage ones but leave themselves vulnerable to stronger foes.

This siege required strategy, especially when outnumbered. They couldn't ignore their sustainability, which was crucial.

The island seemed crowded with cultivators, but in the cultivation realm, it was always a pyramid structure. Eighty percent were mid-stage and base stage cultivators. Their attacks lit up the area as many wandering spirits were destroyed.

However, these spirit creatures lacked intelligence and didn't fear anything. They continued to throw Ethereal Ghost Flames at the island while charging forward viciously.

The clash was spectacular.

"These damned spirit realm cultivators are more troublesome than I thought."

A hoarse voice came from within the ghost army. The speaker was a mid-stage ghost with half-human, half-tortoise form that Lin Xuan had seen before.

"Nothing surprising," the woman in traditional robes replied. "You've used soul-snatching techniques on humans in the interface channel. This is their important stronghold; it's natural to be difficult."

"Difficult? Can they hold out?"

"They can't, but I don't want my subordinates to suffer too much. Our goal is to ignite a war between the two realms. Even if we can't fully occupy this small interface of the East Sea, we must at least poison it thoroughly..."

The tortoise ghost said coldly.

"I understand," the woman nodded. "Zhegu, don't worry. Although our numbers are dwindling, according to the souls we've captured, these cultivators in the spirit realm aren't strong. They rank near the bottom among all interfaces. The three妖皇and six海王are just empty boasts. However, there are no mid-stage or even分神 stage cultivators here. We can definitely occupy it."

"But let's not be careless. The king cannot come to this world, and we have few hands to use. Even the wandering spirits aren't our kin; they're cannon fodder that must be saved. After all, this isn't the underworld. Even if we kill spirit realm humans and capture their souls, turning them into ghostly cannon fodder is difficult."

The tortoise gestured with its hand, revealing several round orbs in its palm.

These were dark black, each about the size of a human fist.

It waved its right hand, and these orbs transformed into different colored streaks, flying high above it.

"What are those?" Lin Xuan saw them clearly; he had never seen such things before. If Xiao Tao was here, she would explain their purpose.

Many cultivators reacted similarly, as the last inter-realm conflict was millions of years ago. Few had experienced this firsthand, and their understanding came from legends, making the ghostly creatures' methods even more mysterious.

But then something incredible happened.

The moment the orbs were released, the wandering spirits without intelligence rushed towards them like dogs to bones, merging rapidly into a formidable force.

Several thousand feet tall厉鬼 appeared in Lin Xuan's vision.

"What...?"

These spirit creatures' exact stage was hard to determine, but their power was undeniable. As light flickered, they each held weapons.

Three giant ghosts, each with sharp teeth and holding wolf clubs, huge axes, and double hammers, surged forward towards Red Leaf Island!

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