During the day, Olygei displayed immense power, clearing all the ghost tribes near the Rocky Forest.
Now, the ghost tribes had gathered an army of tens of thousands of monsters to seek revenge.
Due to their racial characteristics, the ghost tribes could exert even more formidable combat power at night.
Corpse, skeletons, and the like clawed their way out of the earth, emerging in a dense expanse.
Swarms of specters drifted, emitting piercing shrieks, a terrifying sonic wave that frightened birds and insects into dormancy, daring not to make a sound.
In the air, there were also flying fiends and many vampires flapping their fleshy wings, like dark clouds covering the sky, obscuring the bright moon.
This was a true "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade," accompanied by bloody winds and extreme terror.
Ning Wenjing had never witnessed such a scene. Her pretty face turned deathly pale, devoid of color, and she tightly clutched Ji Mo's arm, leaning into his embrace.
Her small head rested against Ji Mo's chest, and a blush inexplicably bloomed on her cheeks.
Ji Mo also felt a prickle of unease, primarily due to the overwhelming visual impact.
Ten thousand ghosts on the move, bloodthirsty winds, the wails of ghosts, countless monsters surging like a flood – it was too shocking.
If it were just a few, he naturally wouldn't be afraid, but this overwhelming tide was more than he could handle; it was chilling.
"Miss Ning, fear not, I shall protect you."
That old demon saw an opportunity to show off. It spread its wings, with a span of over ten meters, and soared upwards.
Its demonic energy surged, and the vibration of its wings unleashed countless gusts of wind, shredding several approaching vampires into pieces.
Subsequently, it went on a rampage, clearing a small area of monsters with remarkable achievements.
"Well done, old bird, you're fierce! We're counting on you..."
Ji Mo couldn't help but praise.
However, before he could finish, the old demon faltered, emitting cries of agony as it rapidly retreated.
"Mr. Ji, save me."
The old demon's feathers were scattered, blood splattering. Over a dozen flying fiends and vampires clung to it, ferociously tearing at its feathers and gnawing at its body. In just a few moments, it was nearly stripped bare.
Ji Mo was speechless. Really, if you can't handle it, don't act tough, ruining his brief moment of joy.
Just then, Olygei's passionate voice rang out: "I believe in the light, Olygei!"
Clad in a garish, tight-fitting leather suit, he leaped out from behind a large rock, feeling an inexhaustible surge of power.
But upon suddenly seeing the overwhelming horde of monsters, he stumbled, his legs trembling, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Ji Mo observed that this fellow was also a weakling, all show and no substance.
However, at this moment, Olygei was their only hope to carry the team.
He shouted encouragement: "Olygei, you are such a dashing and invincible man, the embodiment of light, the terminator of monsters! Let them feel the fear of being dominated by light!"
Upon hearing this, Olygei's body trembled. Ji Mo's words echoed in his mind like a thunderous gong.
In an instant, he understood!
That's right, he, Olygei, was indeed such a dashing and invincible man, a man like light. What were mere monsters to him?
He was filled with heroic spirit, his blood boiling, and he roared towards the heavens.
Immediately, an incredibly brilliant light erupted from his body.
Amplified by the leather suit, this light intensified dozens of times, making him appear like a small sun.
"What divine ability is this, Mr. Ji? Does his word become law?!"
The old demon was stunned, unable to believe what it was seeing.
Just a moment ago, Olygei was a coward, but after hearing Mr. Ji's words, it was as if he had received divine enlightenment, transforming into someone else entirely, brimming with boundless confidence and immense power.
Ji Mo mused, "This is the power of encouragement. As long as one knows how to encourage others, even a weakling can become a hero!"
As if injected with adrenaline, Olygei's blood surged. Behind him, a colossal silhouette of a giant formed, instantly illuminating the night sky as if it were day.
He threw a punch, and the light-and-shadow giant behind him mimicked the action, directly exploding dozens of flying vampires.
Light conquers darkness!
Olygei's light-elemental attacks dealt double damage to ghost creatures. Furthermore, because the leather suit was a celestial artifact, its attack power was incredibly formidable.
"Attack! I don't believe one person can withstand our tens of thousands of monsters. We'll wear him down."
The leading ghost expert was a red-haired flying fiend, exuding a bloody and violent aura. He ordered a full-scale assault.
Light conquering darkness was true, but how could one person deal with tens of thousands of their monsters? Once his spiritual energy was depleted, he would be at their mercy.
At that time, transforming him into a zombie, with black and white intermingled, yin and yang in harmony, might even give birth to an ultimate zombie: Jiangshi!
This red-haired fiend's gaze was fervent, fixed on Olygei, his eyes gleaming, as if he wished to possess him immediately.
However, Olygei caught his wicked gaze, and anger surged within him. He immediately unleashed a special beam of light towards the red-haired flying fiend, reducing him to ashes.
"I, Olygei, am a tough and manly warrior. How dare you, a red-haired ghost, covet my beauty? You deserve to die."
Olygei spat, unaware that he had just eliminated the enemy leader.
With the leader's demise, the ghost tribe's offensive fell into disarray, while Olygei went on a killing spree.
His brow glowed, and his hands continuously released cutting light beams, like the arrival of death, mercilessly reaping the lives of the surrounding monsters.
Vampires, with their super-healing abilities, were instantly turned into dust upon being hit by the blue light beams.
Even the strongest Golden Skeleton couldn't withstand it; its bones were shattered by the barrage of shots, turning into a pile of bone fragments.
The most pitiable were the specters. As soon as they were illuminated by this special bright light, they instantly dissipated into mist, leaving no trace.
The slaughter was one-sided, with Olygei like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, reaping lives indiscriminately.
Ten consecutive kills!
Hundred consecutive kills!
Thousand consecutive kills!
Ten thousand consecutive kills!
Clad in celestial attire, Olygei showed no signs of spiritual energy depletion. His attacks were continuous, making these monsters experience the true fear of being dominated by light.
In a small valley tens of miles away.
Xuanyang was bandaging his wounds, his beautiful face showing signs of pain.
A few days ago, they had encountered a powerful enemy. Outnumbered, the group from the Southern Region had been scattered.
He had been relentlessly pursued by the ghost tribes and sustained severe injuries. He was now hiding here to heal.
Xuanyang's clear eyes showed a hint of sorrow. He felt that he was likely doomed, fearing that he would be discovered soon and tragically killed by the ghost tribes.
He did not fear death; he had been prepared to die on the battlefield when he came to participate.
It was just that he had regrets. In his final moments, he wished he could see his teacher one last time.
"Teacher, your great kindness can only be repaid in the next life with my eternal gratitude."
He sighed faintly, his eyes gradually dimming.
But then, his listless eyes regained their brilliance as he saw an incredibly dazzling and radiant glow.
He could vaguely see a colossal light-and-shadow giant standing between heaven and earth in the distance, effortlessly slaying ghost experts, appearing incredibly majestic.
"Teacher, it must be Mr. Ji. He's come to save me. Sob sob..."
Xuanyang was so excited that tears welled up. With immense excitement, he disregarded everything and rushed towards the direction of the light-and-shadow giant.
By the time he arrived, the battle in the Rocky Forest was nearing its end. Olygei, fighting against tens of thousands alone, had defeated the ghost army, achieving a complete victory.
He was still eager for more, about to roar, "Who else dares?!"
But he suddenly noticed a peerlessly beautiful figure, tearful like pear blossoms, rushing towards him like a gust of wind.