Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

Su Ming shouted and charged forward first.

He brandished his dagger, slicing through the air with a series of cold flashes.

The moment the dagger made contact with the ghosts, it made a sizzling sound, and the ghosts screamed in pain as their bodies gradually dissipated.

However, there were too many ghosts, surging in wave after wave, seemingly endless.

Hongying and the others were not to be outdone; they all drew their weapons and engaged in a fierce battle with the ghost.

Ah Feng brandished his longsword, the blade gleaming coldly in the mist.

His face was filled with fear, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, each swing of his sword carrying the courage born of despair.

The battle was extremely fierce, and everyone gradually found themselves in a predicament.

The ghosts' attacks grew increasingly fierce, and their stamina was constantly being depleted.

Just when they were feeling desperate, Su Ming suddenly discovered the ghosts' weakness.

He discovered that whenever he stabbed the ghost in the heart with the dagger, the ghost dissipated even faster.

"Attack their hearts!" Su Ming shouted.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately changed their attack method.

They concentrated their forces and attacked the ghost's heart.

Sure enough, the ghosts' attacks gradually weakened, and soon they all disappeared into the mist.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the ground.

They were covered in sweat and fragments of ghosts, utterly exhausted.

However, before they could rest, they were propelled by a mysterious force into the depths of the ghost town.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding scenery became even more bizarre.

They saw enormous skeletons, their frames towering into the clouds, their empty eye sockets gleaming red.

There were also rivers flowing with black liquid that emitted a pungent odor, like the venom of hell.

Strange creatures occasionally emerge from the river, their bodies twisted, covered in sharp spines, and emitting chilling cries.

Driven by this mysterious force, they arrived at a magnificent palace.

The palace gates were tightly closed, and the gates were covered with all sorts of strange symbols and patterns.

These symbols and patterns exude an ancient and mysterious aura, as if telling a story of a forgotten history.

Su Ming stepped forward and pushed the door hard.

With a dull thud, the door slowly opened, and a musty smell wafted out.

The group cautiously entered the palace.

The palace was dark and gloomy inside, with huge portraits hanging on the walls.

The figure in the portrait has a distorted face, and his eyes are filled with pain and resentment.

The ground was covered with black stone slabs, with strange patterns carved on them, as if they were some kind of mysterious formation.

They walked along the palace corridors, deeper into the palace.

At the end of the corridor was a huge bedroom.

In the center of the palace, there was a huge coffin.

The coffin was made of black stone and was engraved with various images of ghosts and gods.

These patterns are so lifelike that they seem ready to jump off the coffin at any moment.

Su Ming stepped forward, looked at the coffin in front of him, and felt a strange impulse welling up in his heart.

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and forcefully pushed open the coffin.

As the coffin was opened, a powerful surge of energy rushed out.

Everyone stepped back, watching the coffin warily.

A figure slowly rose from the coffin.

This is a woman wearing a white robe, with her long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven, but her eyes revealed a cold aura, as if nothing in the world could arouse her interest.

“Galan…” Su Ming said softly.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions: surprise, doubt, and a hint of inexplicable familiarity.

Garan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Su Ming.

Her lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, but there was no warmth in that smile.

"Long time no see, Su Ming." Her voice was clear and melodious, like heavenly music, but it sounded particularly eerie in this ghost town.

Su Ming looked at Jialan, his mind filled with questions.

He was about to ask a question when Garan interrupted him.

"Come with me, there are some things I need to tell you." With that, Garan turned and walked deeper into the palace.

The group exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and finally followed.

They didn't know where Garan was taking them, nor what awaited them.

But they understood that in this mysterious and dangerous ghost town, Garan's appearance might be the key to unraveling all the mysteries.

Their adventure has only just begun, and this mysterious woman will lead them on an even more thrilling journey.

In the eerie ghost town's ghost palace, the deathly silence, like thick ink, enveloped everything.

A musty, decaying smell permeated the air, as if time had stood still here, and every breath of air carried a chill that sent shivers down one's spine.

The surrounding walls were covered with bizarre symbols and eerie patterns, which appeared and disappeared in the dim light, as if they were about to come alive and tell terrifying secrets that had been sealed away for a long time.

The ground was paved with huge black stone slabs, and faint green light occasionally seeped out from the gaps between the slabs, as if it were a gaze from the depths of hell.

Su Ming and the others gathered around the open coffin, watching nervously as Jialan slowly rose to his feet.

Their heartbeats were exceptionally clear in the silence; everyone was on edge, like arrows on a bowstring, ready to face any unknown danger at any moment.

Su Ming's hand unconsciously gripped the sword hilt, his knuckles turning white from the force. His eyes were fixed on Jialan, his gaze filled with both wariness and a hint of expectation.

Hongying stood behind Su Ming, her hands trembling slightly. She tried to suppress her fear, but couldn't control the slight trembling of her fingertips.

Ah Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. His eyes revealed a resolute look, as if he was ready to die.

Garan slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, still retaining the confusion and bewilderment he had felt upon waking.

Her consciousness had been dormant in the darkness for too long, and now it was suddenly awakened, her thoughts still struggling in chaos.

She looked around; the unfamiliar scene and the unfamiliar people instantly sharpened her eyes like an eagle's, filling them with vigilance and wariness.

When her gaze fell on Su Ming, a strange unease and anger welled up in her heart.

Some blurry fragments flashed through her mind, like broken light and shadow, unable to piece together a complete picture, but they made her feel an instinctive hostility towards Su Ming in front of her.