The river surface was vast and misty. The ghost army holding swords came without making any sound. They slid over silently, but with an indescribable momentum.
Erick Qi looked at those soldiers who no longer existed in this world, and he seemed to hear the clear sound of swords clashing, armors colliding, the rumble of war drums, the sound of thousands of horses galloping past, and the deafening shouts of killing...
"Are their souls trapped because their obsessions are too deep?" Erick Qi stared out the window with wide eyes and couldn't help but ask Longya.
"It's true that the obsession is too deep, but that is not the whole soul, but the undispersed soul energy. Their souls are long gone, and this soul energy is like a shadow, which will be dispersed if you stir it casually." Longya glanced out the window, as if he was not worried at all that the soldiers would rush over, and his gaze fell back on the man nailed to the wall.
Erick Qi thought that he would make another attack and pin the man back before he could completely break free.
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