Chapter 725: Collecting Heads
Zhang Changchun's expression was agitated, and his words were incredibly sincere, as if it were truly as he said: that if they just persevered for a moment longer, this powerful ghost before them would genuinely weaken.
"Haha, he's right. If you just hold on for a moment longer, you'll see the dawn of victory!"
The ghost guffawed. Not only did it not deny Zhang Changchun's assertion, but it even admitted that what Zhang Changchun said was true. However, its admission brought no sense of security to those present; instead, it intensified their inner unease.
Because its behavior was far too abnormal, giving them the distinct feeling that it was protesting too much.
"I don't care if what you're saying is true or false. Either way, I have no interest in staying here any longer."
Zhang Changqing spoke in a deep voice, his words clearly indicating that he was preparing to leave this place.
Zhang Changqing wasn't the only one present who had thoughts of retreating, but no one else had voiced it, nor were they preparing to act immediately. However, Zhang Changqing, as a member of the Zhang family, was even more decisive than these outsiders, which genuinely surprised them.
Outsiders were unaware of the grievances between Zhang Changqing and the Zhang family. Strictly speaking, Zhang Changqing had long ceased to be a member of the Zhang family. After he went to Lecheng and joined the Lecheng Talisman Order, he severed ties with the Zhang family, no longer acknowledging himself as one of them.
Although he had agreed to assist the Zhang family this once, this aid could not exceed the limits of his own capabilities. The ghost's power was currently far too immense, already well beyond his scope. Remaining here, he feared he might genuinely lose his life. Thus, he resolutely decided to leave and no longer participate in the matter. As for what Zhang Changchun would think of him, he simply didn't care.
If the few people present had known about the grievances between Zhang Changqing and the Zhang family, they would not have been surprised by Zhang Changqing's decision at this moment.
As these words left Zhang Changqing's mouth, Zhang Changchun's expression instantly changed. If Zhang Changqing truly left at this moment, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing a helper for him.
With Zhang Changqing taking the lead, the others present would also choose to leave, unable to withstand the immense pressure exerted by this ghost. That would spell trouble, and his plan would consequently fall through.
Before he could even open his mouth to stop him, the ghost, facing the combined assault of everyone, burst into laughter.
"Since you're already here, why not stay for a meal before you go? Don't you think it's a pity to just leave so easily?"
The ghost, while fending off the combined attacks of the group, laughed loudly at Zhang Changqing. Its relaxed tone only deepened the ominous premonitions in the hearts of the others present.
Zhang Changqing completely ignored the ghost. Its words, if anything, only solidified his resolve to leave.
He moved swiftly, rushing towards Wang Yiming's position in the distance, deciding to take Wang Yiming and immediately leave the area.
However, just as his body shot forward, it suddenly froze in mid-air, his eyes turning vacant.
Not only him, but everyone else present also froze in place, just like him, even ceasing their attacks on the ghost.
This sudden situation occurred because the ghost had cast an illusionary spell on them. The illusions conjured by a ghost of its kind were naturally extremely potent, and thus, everyone present fell victim.
Before opening the Town Soul Tower, the group had made some preparations against the Evil Spirit's illusions. Knowing they were facing a powerful Evil Spirit, how could they not prepare for such a possibility?
However, they had never imagined that the ghost's power was actually close to that of a Ghost King. With such formidable strength, the illusionary realm it conjured was naturally exceedingly powerful, and the preparations they had made in advance against illusions proved to be of little use at this moment.
The instant the group fell victim to the illusion, the ghost seized the opportunity to strike one of them down. Without even a chance to cry out, that person was instantly killed by the ghost.
Having slain one person, the ghost did not stop there. It cackled wildly, and as its hands waved, its power of control over objects simultaneously exerted itself on everyone present.
At the same time, Zhang Changchun, using some unknown method, broke free from the illusion.
He wasn't the only one who successfully broke free from the illusion. Yang Haoran and Xu Meijing had already shattered the illusionary realm conjured by the ghost even before him, as both of them possessed Ghost Eyes.
"Wake up, quickly! ! !"
Zhang Changchun, having broken free from the illusionary realm, simultaneously resisted the ghost's power of control and immediately roared at the others. Bolstered by his strength, his roar sounded like a thunderclap right beside their ears, jolting everyone. The few who were still deeply entrenched in the illusion instantly broke free.
However, although the group had escaped the illusion with Zhang Changchun's help, not everyone was safe, for the ghost's power of control was already acting upon their bodies.
With a series of crisp, snapping sounds, two individuals had just broken free from the illusion but hadn't even had time to summon their strength to break the restraints on their bodies before their necks were brutally twisted off by the ghost's controlling power.
Two more, though reacting in time, possessed limited strength and were utterly unable to break free from the ghost's power of control. In the end, under their terrified gazes, their necks were forcibly twisted off by the ghost, little by little.
In just a short while, five people had died at the hands of this ghost. Of the original group, only Yang Haoran, Xu Meijing, Ma Yuanjin, and the Zhang Changchun brothers remained. Wang Yiming, who had not participated in the battle, was not counted among them.
"Hold on! Everyone, you must persevere! Just endure this short moment! This ghost is already at the end of its rope!"
Zhang Changchun roared anxiously, then put away his magical wooden sword and fully concentrated on controlling the Town Soul Tower.
This Town Soul Tower was the most formidable magical artifact of their Zhang family. Since their previous magical artifacts could not inflict significant damage on this ghost, he decisively chose to operate the Town Soul Tower to deal with it.
The reason he had been reluctant to control the Town Soul Tower against this ghost earlier was that operating it consumed too much of his internal power. He had thought that with many helpers, none of whom were weak, there was no need to use the Town Soul Tower; he could save a little strength if possible.
However, the current situation was already quite disadvantageous for them. If he didn't use the Town Soul Tower now, he feared that before they could inflict much damage on the ghost, all their helpers would be dead.
"I wouldn't believe a ghost if it told me! You damn bastard, you even tricked your own cousin! As expected, none of you Zhang family members are any good!"
Zhang Changqing, while cursing loudly, simultaneously used various means to break the restraints on his body. Several talismans appeared out of thin air and then adhered to him.
At the same time, Wang Yiming also rushed towards Zhang Changqing. Seeing his master in danger, he disregarded Zhang Changqing's earlier warnings and his own safety, resolutely charging towards Zhang Changqing.
"Yiming! Don't come over here! Get out of here, quickly!"
Zhang Changqing spotted Wang Yiming rapidly approaching him, and his expression instantly changed drastically. He hurriedly shouted a warning, but his reminder had no effect whatsoever. Not only did Wang Yiming show no intention of leaving, but he instead accelerated his charge towards him.
"You leave now! Immediately! This is your master's command!"
As his voice fell, Wang Yiming was already not far from him.
"I won't abandon Master! If we go, we go together!"
Wang Yiming retrieved several Black Talismans from his spatial storage, and with a flick of his hand, these talismans affixed themselves around Zhang Changchun's body. The talismans ignited, power erupted, furiously disrupting the ghost's power of control.
With Wang Yiming's help, combined with Zhang Changchun's own strength, he finally broke free from the restraints on his body.
At the same time, Zhang Changchun was already operating the Town Soul Tower to launch a new wave of fierce attacks on the ghost. The Town Soul Tower truly lived up to its reputation as their Zhang family's most supreme magical artifact; its power was remarkably formidable. Under his control, although it couldn't completely overpower the ghost, it still had a noticeable effect on it.
Yang Haoran and Xu Meijing, as well as the injured Ma Yuanjin, also subsequently broke free from the ghost's power of control at this moment.
"Old man, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I simply can't. My strength isn't enough, so I'm retreating first. I hope you won't blame me!"
Ma Yuanjin roared at Zhang Changchun. At this moment, his thoughts were no different from Zhang Changqing's; he just wanted to leave this place.
"Do you think you can escape? The grudge has already been formed! Once it kills me, it will definitely come for each of you one by one. By then, it won't just be you who suffers; everyone connected to you will suffer too!"
Zhang Changchun roared, his face filled with anxiety. Zhang Changqing and Ma Yuanjin, who were just about to tear through space and leave, both paused their movements upon hearing his words.
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