Chapter 173: Chapter 173

In the backyard of the mansion, it was quite different from the front. Numerous servants and maids didn’t dare to approach the place. In the gloomy backyard, nine deep wells were arranged according to a specific orientation with heavy iron covers suppressing them, while numerous chains with runes wrapped around them.

Despite such precautions, it seemed unable to completely hold down the thing beneath. Mournful roars resounded from the depths of the wells. Occasionally, the covers would be lifted, then fall back down with a clanging sound.

All the cultivators in the mansion were strongmen recruited by Prince Henry. The master of the estate was Prince Henry’s confidant, responsible for overseeing these strongmen and building and training the ghost army.

For Prince Henry, secretly planning a rebellion, the ghost army was a suitable choice. They had powerful combat capabilities, could become stronger during battles, and were easy to hide in daily life.

Henry had invested a huge amount of manpower and resources in this estate.

With uncertainty in his heart, Nathan Lane deduced that the evil ghosts would be unable to resist their bloodlust by night. As soon as he and his companions approached, they would undoubtedly be attacked.

But until now, not even a single ghost had appeared.

A few martial artists gathered around Nathan Lane: "Boss, we’re almost there."

Based on various clues analyzed by Nathan, the ghost cave should be not far ahead, just over a hillside.

Nathan Lane slowly nodded, gritted his teeth, and said, "Be very careful, everyone! These evil ghosts have plagued the village, and we must eliminate them once and for all!."

Not only Nathan Lane but also the martial artists felt something was wrong, but they still forced themselves on.

Those night-owl-like eyes constantly watched them from behind.

In the mansion, the master of the estate sneered, "Finally, they’re here!"

Nathan Lane led the others over the hillside, and saw the brightly-lit mansion below. Using the Ghost Eye from afar, he was puzzled: "Even though there’s a thick aura of darkness, there aren’t any ghost spirits. Just living people?"

In the darkness, the clanging footsteps suddenly came from all directions. The martial artists were on guard, drew their weapons, prepared the black dog blood and saw...a fully-armored ghost army wielding spears and short knives, surrounding them from all sides.

Seeing their hundreds of enemies, everyone felt despair instantly.

A ghost general stepped out from the army, unchained a chain from his waist and flung it with a whoosh.

Everyone shouted, splashing the black dog blood and threw out a talisman someone had acquired from an unknown source, igniting it

The black dog blood hit the chain, sizzling and evaporating into white smoke, but it did not hinder the chain in any way.

The talisman did form a barrier, but it was too fragile – the chain dispelled it with a single jab.

Nathan Lane roared and charged forward, slashing his sword at the chain. A clanging noise resounded as the sword flew off, and the chain wrapped tightly around Nathan’s neck, like a strange snake squeezing harder.

Nathan Lane was disappointed, as the iron plate on his neck didn’t protect him. It was just an unresponsive object. His savior, the old immortal Daoist, did not appear.

The chain extended infinitely, binding not only Nathan Lane but also the other martial artists by their necks, and hoisting them up. The ghost general raised his hand and commanded the chains, dragging the captives toward the Corpse Pool.

Being unable to breathe properly, Nathan Lane’s eyes gradually became dim. He was deeply disappointed with the iron plate. The elderly Daoist, who was like a god, had never appeared.

It seemed that his previous prayers and promises to the River God were useless.

Gasping for breath, they were dragged to the edge of the Corpse Pool. Nathan Lane vaguely understood that his fate was going to be extremely miserable. These ghost soldiers must have some plot in motion, forcing him to die in this cold abyss.Just arriving here, a chilling aura seeped into their bones.

What was strange was that other warriors were shivering under the aura, but Nathan Lane alone felt extremely comfortable. Even the pain of not being able to breathe was alleviated!

The chains once again hoisted them up and threw them towards the Corpse Pool.

Nathan Lane still felt desperate and closed his eyes. At this moment, a magnificent voice suddenly resounded in his mind, and he seemed to see an incredibly tall and majestic deity, whose power could move mountains and fill seas.

After reacting for a moment, he remembered: wasn’t this the deity in River God Temple?

He opened his eyes sharply and saw that in the darkness, a ray of spiritual light suddenly flew towards the Ghost General.

The spiritual light burst open, and the Ghost General collapsed in an instant. The gloomy chain lost control and dissipated, and several people thumped to the ground, gasping for breath.

Immediately after, more spiritual light flew in, fell into the Ghost Army, and continuous explosions rang out. The Ghost Generals couldn’t resist, let alone the Ghost Soldiers. Their fine armor was destroyed like paper under the spiritual energy explosion.

This was not the Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper, but the God-slaying Bomb. However, this time Owen Bertram prepared explosive arrowheads.

Ghost Soldiers fell one by one and Nathan Lane was dumbfounded: was this the punishment of the River God? He just prayed and made a wish, but that deity actually showed him mercy?!

Owen Bertram himself didn’t quite understand. The magical instruments he forged had a hidden suppression against ghost spirits — of course, it was because of the Commander’s Token.

So similar magical instruments had their killing power against ghost spirits increased by threefold.

This Ghost Army numbered around 600, which was all of the deep well in the backyard.

More than 5,000 Ghost Soldiers were hidden in this small estate!

Don’t think the number is small. The legendary ghost soldiers with hundreds of thousands or millions passing through their borders are all mixed soldiers, like recruiting rural folks unable to make a living, each with a bamboo pole.

But the five thousand elite Ghost Soldiers in the estate, well-equipped and well-trained, with a high average rank, could break through a hundred thousand ghost soldiers in a single charge.

The Master of the Estate’s wine glass stopped at his lips, somewhat astonished. He then immediately urged the Night Owl Twin Pupils to appear at the source of the spiritual light to see who had ruined his plan!

But the Mechanical Dao Soldiers were not Nathan Lane. Just as the Night Owl Twin Pupils opened behind him, a Dao-slaloming breaker from a spider arm had already turned around, with countless crossbow arrows whistling through the air.

With Night Owl Twin Pupils instantly disrupted, they were blown away!

Master of the Estate cried out in pain, closing his eyes with two streams of blood tears flowing down.

The other cultivators also heard the explosions outside, angrily throwing down their wine glasses: "Who dares to cause trouble on Prince Henry’s territory?"

"The blind thing, my Seven Dominating King’s Blade hasn’t tasted human blood in a long time!"

"Gentlemen, sit down, and take me to capture him!"

In the midst of chaotic shouting, the Master of the Estate was just about to remind everyone to be careful as the enemy was very powerful — a fierce and swift light ball had already flown over and hit the Main Hall!

The entire Main Hall was blasted into the sky, revealing the deadly Venomous Thorn Edition Spiritual Pomegranate Sniper!