Confronting undead creatures like the battle-dead ghost, Ye Weiming was quite experienced. With a flick of his right hand in the void, the long-unused golden sword already appeared in his palm, while at the same time, his inner strength was channeled into the scabbard of the rectangular sword on his back.
Buddhist chanting commenced, and the battle-dead ghost's movements immediately became sluggish and weak as if suppressed by some powerful force.
Sensing the Buddhist chanting was more effective against the battle-dead ghost than anticipated, the corners of Ye Weiming's mouth slightly curled upwards. At the same time, the golden sword in his hand split into two, each thrusting at the blades held in the hands of the battle-dead ghost.
"Clang! Clang!"
Along with two crisp sounds, the originally fierce attacks of the battle-dead ghost abruptly paused in midair as if the scene had been frozen at that moment.