Zhao Fu stood on the town walls and looked at a mob of thousands of figures. They wore tattered clothing and had pale skin, messy hair, and terrifying faces. They gave off a gloomy and sinister aura, but because these were all normal Ghosts, they weren’t very powerful.
“Fire!”
When Zhao Fu gave the order, the Archers released their rooster blood covered peach wood arrows. They arced through the air and formed a rain of arrows as they descended on the thousands of Ghosts.
These normal Ghosts were quite unintelligent, and because they only possessed their basic instincts, their movements were quite clumsy and awkward.
_Chi, chi, chi…_
Arrows pierced through one Ghost after another, after which sizzling sounds sounded out. White smoke rose up from the Ghosts, causing them to howl in pain.