After walking a while, the area ahead gradually became congested again. Wang Yao saw that the ghosts were sitting on the ground in twos and threes in the corridor. Each ghost had been given a weapon, mainly a large cleaver, but there were also other cold weapons such as guns, swords, axes, and halberds.
"These weapons were temporarily issued by the higher-ups after the discovery of the beast-shaped corpse puppets and high-level humanoid fighting corpse puppets. We have banned weapons in the Underworld for many years, so it is really not easy to find these weapons. Now that the ghost is dead, the higher-ups still require us to retrieve the weapons."
"Sometimes, not many ghosts die while defending, but hundreds of ghosts can perish just to fight for a single cleaver," sighed the Lord of the Samsara Path.
Upon seeing the Lord of the Samsara Path and his party, the ghosts blocking the corridor made way for them. Wang Yao and his group quickly arrived at the front line and found that the defense method here was roughly the same as the method Wang Yao had used before he left. Several rows of ghosts with protective shields were still arranged in the corridor to block the corpse energy.
As the fierce ghosts shouted, they stepped forward one after another. Then, the ghosts sitting on the ground got up and took their places. In front of these ghosts, a barricade was built from a jumble of miscellaneous items such as cardboard boxes, sacks, and old clothes. On the barricade, there was still a fierce ghost directing the battle.
With his shout, a row of ghosts rushed out of the barricade. When Wang Yao got closer, he saw about a dozen low-level corpse puppets fighting with the ghosts in the corridor in front of him.
However, the ghosts who charged up were generally not very powerful and were no match for the dozen or so low-level corpse puppets. They were often killed by the low-level corpse puppets after only one or two exchanges. So the fierce ghost shouted again, and another row of ghosts rushed down to their deaths.
"This... surely only a genius could handle those low-level corpse puppets, right? Why send these ordinary ghosts to their deaths?" Wang Yao asked, frowning as he watched this scene.
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