"They're all dead, all dead!"
Zhang Taian's voice was heavy.
All his soldiers were dead. Either they had transformed into ghosts in unbearable agony or been torn apart and devoured by other ghosts.
He was now a general without an army.
When he was dragged back by the Ghost Bride, he saw from afar that the palace was already filled with all sorts of ghosts.
Occasionally, the spirit light of Formations and talismans would flicker.
But amidst the thousands of ghosts, they were like the faint glow of fireflies on a pitch-black night where one couldn't see their own outstretched hand.
Perhaps in two hours, or the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the palace would be completely overrun.
Apart from the outsider, Master Shen, perhaps he, Zhang Taian, was the last living person in Tianshun Country!
He had clearly prepared himself mentally, but when this day finally arrived, he still found it impossible to accept.
"Master Shen, my country... is it just gone like this?"
