Soul travels through the world of immortality

The night was as dark as ink, so dark that it seemed to swallow up all light. The ruins of the ancient kingdom stood quietly in the darkness like a huge maze forgotten by time. There was an eerie, indescribable silence all around, as if the whole world had frozen at this moment.

Just as Li Mingyang and his teammates dragged their exhausted bodies and planned to take a short rest to recover their energy, without any warning, the originally calm air began to tremble slightly. Gradually, a thin and hazy mist quietly rose up and slowly spread around them like a veil. This mysterious mist made the already dim environment even more unclear, and people couldn't help but feel an inexplicable uneasiness in their hearts.

Almost at the same time, a burst of tiny noises broke the strange silence. The sound was vague at first, as if it was just the rustling of leaves in the breeze, but as time went on, it became clearer and clearer - it was clearly a mixture of chaotic footsteps and low, suppressed whispers. These sounds came from all directions, gradually surging towards them like a tide, and every step seemed to step on people's hearts, bringing waves of chills.

"Everyone, get ready. It could be the White Ghost Clan!" Li Mingyang lowered his voice and warned his teammates with a serious expression. His eyes revealed a hint of alertness and nervousness, because to them, the White Ghost Clan was an extremely terrifying existence. It is said that these ghosts were loyal guardians of the ancient country in their lifetime, possessing great power and profound wisdom. However, after experiencing a sudden and still unknown great disaster, their souls were severely damaged, and they have since turned into a group of resentful spirits wandering among the ruins of the ancient country. These resentful spirits are full of hostility towards outsiders, and anyone who breaks into their territory will be mercilessly attacked.

Li Mingyang did not dare to be negligent. He called out to his teammates who were still asleep and quickly checked the weapons and equipment he was carrying. The other team members also woke up the moment they heard the warning, and everyone's face was full of fear and vigilance. At this moment, they gathered together tightly, leaning against each other, and vigilantly scanned the dark corners shrouded by thick fog, waiting for the impending danger...

In the dead of night, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly sounded, as if it was going to tear the entire night sky apart. Along with this extremely terrifying scream, a group of faint mists began to slowly surge. Then, a group of figures dressed in snow-white robes gradually emerged from the mist. These figures had faces as pale as the dead, without any blood at all; their eyes were empty and deeply sunken, like two bottomless black holes, from which a creepy and piercing chill was constantly emanating.

This group of mysterious white ghosts held some weapons that looked old and strange in style. They moved silently, just like ghosts. At this moment, they were approaching Li Mingyang and his group silently, and suddenly launched a fierce attack.

Facing such a sudden attack, Li Mingyang remained calm. He suddenly raised the crystal ball called Lingyuan Heart in his hand high up, and chanted: "Lingyuan Heart, please give me strength to illuminate this endless darkness for me!" In an instant, the crystal ball burst out with an extremely dazzling light, instantly illuminating the surrounding space as bright as day.

After feeling this strong light, the white ghosts involuntarily took several steps back. It was obvious that they were filled with awe and fear for this powerful force.

"Don't be afraid! Let's use light to dispel the darkness before our eyes!" Li Mingyang shouted loudly to encourage himself and his companions. After that, he took the lead and rushed towards the ghost in the front. At the same time, the long sword in his hand was shining with the light emitted by the Heart of the Spirit Abyss, flashing a cold light, like an indestructible and peerless blade. With a light "puff" sound, Li Mingyang's long sword easily pierced the illusory body of the ghost in front of him. Then, the ghost's body quickly turned into countless tiny light points, floating in the air like dust, and finally disappeared without a trace.

The team members all looked solemn and determined as they drew out their weapons from their bags. They held their weapons tightly, their hearts beating like drums, and watched the erratic and vague white ghosts in front of them with nervousness and excitement.

At this time, the brilliant light emitted by the Heart of the Spirit Abyss illuminated the entire battlefield, dispelling the surrounding darkness. With this bright light, the team members were able to see the strange figures and movements of the white ghost tribe. They were seen wandering in the air like ghosts, at an extremely fast speed, dazzling the eyes.

However, facing such a tough enemy, the team members did not retreat at all. They cooperated with each other tacitly. Some wielded long swords, drawing sharp sword energy; some danced with long spears, and the spear tips stabbed at the ghosts like lightning; and some held shields, firmly guarding their companions' flanks. For a while, shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing rose and fell, resounding through the sky.

Although the White Ghost Tribe's movements were erratic and it was difficult to predict their attack trajectory, they were fortunate to have the power of the Spirit Abyss. This mysterious power seemed to have injected infinite courage and strength into the team members, making their attacks more fierce and their defenses more rigorous. Gradually, they began to gain the upper hand and forced the White Ghost Tribe to retreat step by step.

"Come on, everyone! Don't let them get close to us, and keep a safe distance!" Li Mingyang, who was standing in the middle of the team, shouted loudly, and his voice was clearly audible in the noisy battlefield. He knew the terrifying nature of the White Ghost Tribe - once they got close to him, the icy touch would instantly take away a person's vitality. Therefore, this situation could not be allowed to happen no matter what.

After hearing Li Mingyang's reminder, the team members became more cautious and did not dare to slack off. They focused on the battle in front of them, with only one belief in their hearts: to eliminate these evil ghosts and protect the peace of the world.

This fierce battle had lasted for quite a long time, with both sides trying their best and neither giving in. At this time, the surging offensive of the White Ghost Clan finally showed signs of fatigue and gradually weakened.

At this critical moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the dense group of ghosts like lightning. Looking closely, it turned out to be the leader of the white ghost tribe! The leader was extremely tall, standing there like a towering mountain, intimidating. There was a blazing fire of hatred in its eyes, as if it wanted to burn everything in front of it.

"It's you, damn you! It's you who took away everything that belongs to us!" The ghost leader's voice full of anger and resentment echoed for a long time in the silent night sky, filled with endless grief and deep unwillingness.

Hearing this, Li Mingyang hurriedly explained: "We did not intend to invade you, we just wanted to find out the truth of the matter. Please believe that we have no ill intentions." However, his words did not have any effect at all.

"The truth? Humph! How can you people from the outside world possibly understand it!" The ghost leader roared in anger, and vigorously swung the long staff in his hand that exuded a strange aura. As it moved, more white ghosts suddenly appeared around, and they joined the battle continuously, making the already tense situation even more critical.

Despite facing such a powerful and numerous enemy, Li Mingyang was not afraid at all, and did not choose to retreat. Because he knew very well that if he could not defeat the terrifying ghost leader in front of him in one go, then the battle would continue endlessly. Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, and then shouted again with all his strength: "Heart of Lingyuan, please give me infinite power!" Before he finished speaking, the light emitted by the Heart of Lingyuan suddenly became more and more dazzling, like a bright sun shining in the sky. Then, an extremely powerful energy rushed into Li Mingyang's body like a flood that broke through the dam...

"For the future of the ancient country, I will never let you evil guys continue to sink!" With this roar, Li Mingyang leaped up like a flash of lightning. His figure drew a graceful arc in the air and rushed straight towards the terrifying ghost leader.

Just as the two were about to collide, a loud noise like the Big Bang suddenly sounded, and then, a force so powerful that it was jaw-dropping and incredible erupted like a volcanic eruption! This force was so strong that it seemed to be able to tear the void and destroy all obstacles that blocked its progress.

The shock wave it generated roared in all directions with overwhelming force, and its speed was so fast that it was impossible to avoid it. The originally arrogant, threatening, ferocious and vicious white ghosts around them suddenly became vulnerable to this terrifying impact that could destroy the world.

They were like leaves in a strong wind or straw in a flood, being thrown out without any chance to fight back. Some ghosts were even blown into pieces in mid-air, turning into dots of fluorescent light and disappearing into thin air; others were like kites with their strings cut, crashing into distant walls or trees in a panic, then falling heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

More ghosts screamed in extreme fear, and these sounds intertwined to form a movement of death, echoing in this gloomy and terrifying space. But even so, they still could not escape the fate of being ruthlessly crushed by the shock wave, and could only flee around like a group of headless flies, trying to find a safe corner to avoid this disaster.

However, Li Mingyang, who was in the center of the storm, had no intention of retreating. Facing the fierce attack and strange spells of the ghost leader, he gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were firm and resolute. He held the sword tightly with both hands, and continuously injected all his spiritual power into it, making the sword emit a dazzling light.

At the same time, he flashed and moved flexibly, cleverly avoiding the ghost leader's deadly attacks again and again. Whenever the opponent's moves approached him, he could always swing his sword at the right time, not only successfully resolving the crisis, but also counterattacking and causing considerable damage to the enemy.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with flashes of swords and swords, and magical lights rose and fell, colliding with each other and bursting into colorful sparks. These lights illuminated the entire night sky, making the originally dark and gloomy battlefield as bright as day, and even every grain of dust could be clearly seen.

After a thrilling and dangerous battle, the battlefield was filled with smoke, and the shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing resounded through the sky. In this tense and suffocating atmosphere, Li Mingyang never flinched. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were as firm as a rock, the sharp blade in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind and endless killing intent.

Finally, under Li Mingyang's unremitting efforts, the ghost leader, who had originally had the upper hand, gradually showed signs of fatigue. Its huge body, as big as a mountain, began to tremble uncontrollably, like a candle in the wind, about to fall. Its hideous face was distorted and deformed, and it kept roaring in a low voice, but the sound was no longer as deafening as before, but instead revealed a sense of despair.

Not only that, the dark aura emanating from the ghost leader was becoming weaker and weaker. The dark power that was once as thick as ink and frightening was now dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. The battlefield that was originally shrouded in darkness was now gradually penetrated by a ray of light, bringing the dawn of hope to people.