The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

If you were to count them, you probably couldn't count them all with two hands.

One pair of eyes after another, filled with malice, stared at the girl in white. Moonlight fell upon her, making her appear as aloof and divine as a goddess.

The demon didn't approach any further, but simply watched her from the surroundings.

Bai Qian flicked her longsword, and blood dripped down the tip.

His dark eyes swept over the circle of ghosts, remaining unmoved.

She glanced down at the corpse of the demon at her feet before continuing to walk forward, sword in hand.

The moonlight cast her long shadow.

This time, the delusional ghosts didn't come one by one to deliver them.

There are so many of them here, and more and more teammates keep coming over from all around.

There's no need to be afraid of just her.

She was all alone. No matter how powerful she was, she was still all alone. Even if she could kill a lot, she would eventually run out of strength.

Almost instantly, seven or eight strangely shaped ghosts began to move.

The delusions formed a small mountain, pressing down on the white-clad girl, causing Bai Qian to pause slightly.

Claws, arrows, whips, teeth... the methods of attack are different, but what they have in common is a vicious malice, a delusion that wants to completely overwhelm the girl in white.

She stood quietly in place, first looking around.

You can feel the mountain pressing down on you.

She let out a soft breath, a faint golden line flashing in her eyes.

She didn't prioritize dealing with the close-range attacks; she simply swung her sword.

A mountain strong enough to crush a person's mind can easily crumble.

The demons approached Bai Qian, and they could clearly see her face and her deep, dark eyes.

Just like the bright moon in the sky at this moment, the cold and bright sword light slowly appeared in their sight.

That glint of sword light blew in like a gentle breeze, but it was not as warm as a spring breeze. Instead, it was chillingly cold, making them unable to move. It was as if willow branches were gently wrapped around them, forcing them to stand still and watch the bone-chilling sword light fall.

The sword light engulfed them like seawater. Although the ghosts felt no pain, they seemed to feel that the pain was real. They wanted to escape, but the sword light was faster than them.

When Bai Qian sheathed her sword, all that remained were black and red slices; nothing else was left.

The number of demons around them did not decrease; they continued to gather in greater numbers, but they merely circled around and gazed in this direction.

Bai Qian lowered her sword, raised her head to look at them, her deep eyes showing no ripples or color, only reflecting the black and red figures.

They all took a step back in unison.

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I'm a little late today, I'm very sorry (bowing).

Volume 1: 90. Time is almost up

The sun had long since set, and the moon that had taken its place was not bright enough.

At the very least, it's not enough to light up this place.

It could only faintly illuminate the outlines under the moonlight.

These are the menacing silhouettes under the moonlight.

Standing on the city wall, it was probably impossible to see clearly the actions of these delusional ghosts.

The demons that had been guarding around Bai Fengcheng quickly gathered together.

As for the purpose...

At night, there was only this snow-white outfit.

Bai Qian thought the ghost was quite nice.

It's much better than things like demons or humans.

Because their dark red and black delusions do not soil their clothes.

It might splash on your clothes, but that's about it.

It can be easily swept away with incense, or the power of [the end] can be utilized.

However, [End] should not be used too often, just like the God of Calamity, as overuse can affect one's thoughts.

Like a blank sheet of paper, it will always pick up some color when it gets close to something.

The same applies to the Earth God, but the Earth God's power is much weaker than the other two. In addition, Bai Qian only used it superficially, either mind reading or commanding, so it was not greatly affected.

The demons surrounded Bai Qian, looking at her with little courage to move.

In fact, for every step Bai Qian takes forward, they have to take a step back.

If we're talking about fear, then yes, there is. Although the deluded ghosts are puppets created from delusions, since they have developed self-awareness, they are definitely not just puppets anymore. Although they don't feel pain and have no heart, they are probably afraid of death.

The leader of the demons was human, dressed in heavy black and red armor, and carrying a three-meter-tall spear.

The heavily armored demon watched as Bai Qian slowly approached.

"No wonder Lord Ling ordered us to gang up on you. With this level of strength, I'm afraid none of us can take you down alone, except for Lord Ling himself," said the heavily armored demon.

It did have some effect, and Bai Qian slowed her pace.

"The Commander?"

"The Commander was chosen by the Black Delusion Lord to guide and lead our delusional ghosts," said the heavily armored delusional ghost. It was not in a hurry to attack; it was waiting.

It was waiting for the surrounding demons to gather. Because they wanted to surround Baifeng City, the demons dispersed in all directions, preventing anyone in the city from leaving.

But now it's not necessary. The target that the leader mentioned has come forward on his own, so there's no need to surround her like this. From now on, we only need to deal with her alone.

With these hundreds and thousands of demons hidden in the darkness, and since the Lord is temporarily unable to spare the time, we can wait.

Black Delusion Lord?

It's another new term, but judging from this title, it's probably just some deity that appeared out of nowhere, like Lady Bai Feng.

Bai Qian looked at the heavily armored demon opposite her.

"Is that wolf demon the lord you mentioned?" he continued to ask.

The heavily armored demon didn't answer, but it seemed to be an admission of guilt.

It looked back at the assembled demons and felt a sense of peace.

As the second-in-command under the leader, it was given a more special ability.

When it commands the deluded spirits, it can borrow the power of these deluded spirits.

Borrowing power naturally comes at a great cost, such as the borrowed power not being equal to one-tenth of its original value, and huge side effects after it is used up.

But these are merely the price to pay for using power.

Borrowing one or two ghosts might not be very effective, but what if it's ten or a hundred?

These delusional ghosts are neither demons nor monsters; they are ghosts, ghosts that depend on the Black Delusional Lord for their existence.

Just like the changgui, they are essentially no different from the changgui, but precisely because of this, they should be considered His army.

Bai Qian stared at the heavily armored demon opposite her, watching its body swell to more than twice its original size in an instant.

One after another, silk threads connected to its body, like pipes for transporting liquid, carrying the delusions of these delusional ghosts. Although the silk threads could not connect to a very far range, because the delusional ghosts gathered here one after another, there were many delusional ghosts that the silk threads could connect to.

If, just a moment ago, the heavily armored ghost was not fundamentally different from the other ghosts, then...

At this moment, in the dark night, it radiated a striking aura like the blazing sun. Compared to the heavily armored demon, the surrounding demons became mere foils, and their auras were even weakened as a result.

The heavily armored demon was starting to have some confidence; it felt it could now take her down.

She also gave herself time to gather these delusional ghosts together.

Moreover, as just mentioned.

She is human after all, and she gets tired.

At this moment, I have almost endless delusions, and even if I just stay here and waste my time with her, I can outlast her.

Time stands here.

The heavily armored demon thought this way. It swung its spear twice, looking at Bai Qian opposite it, about to say something to shake her belief and increase its chances of winning.

"It's almost time," the girl in white muttered to herself as she looked around.

She looked around and saw circles of ghostly spirits gathering around her, densely packed together, their numbers countless, with only their similar black and red eyes visible.

Delusions seem to solidify into a huge cage, trapping people inside.

"Is that all?" Bai Qian looked at the heavily armored demon opposite her.

The heavily armored demon was stunned as it watched the slender white hand slowly raise the sword hilt.

For no apparent reason, a shadow fell upon its heart and upon them.

It raised its spear faster than the girl, and intense delusions transformed into a giant dragon that gathered at the tip of the spear, raising its hand to stab Bai Qian.

Bai Qian took a step forward.

The spear tip missed its mark.

Black and red mist drifted around the two of them, swirling around them like flames, but then dissipating into clouds.

The heavily armored demon clearly heard the soft clang of the longsword clashing with the air.

Like a gentle breeze.

A golden light quietly emerged in the girl's eyes, like a flame burning silently.

The tip of the sword was tinged with gold.

The heavily armored demon swung his spear, twisted his body, and continued to thrust at the white-clad figure who passed him.

Its movements should not be slow.

But the moment it turned around.

It only saw a flash of sword light.

The wind rustled the willows, and the clouds obscured the sun. In that fleeting moment, a pale golden sword light illuminated the night. It was not as eye-catching as gold, but it was like the bright moon in the sky, like moonlight, clear and holy, just like her figure.

The sword is three feet long, but the range of its light is not three feet. It cannot be measured because it is wherever the demon is.

The demons still wore either sinister smiles, mocking expressions, or expectant looks on their faces, waiting to see the girl's figure pierced through by a spear from a heavily armored demon.

As the sword light approached, they didn't even realize what was happening.

The night was swept away.

The heavily armored demon held up his gun, aiming at the white-clad girl whose back was to him.

The tip of the spear was almost touching her; with just a little more force and a slight upward thrust, it might be able to pierce through that slender figure.

It didn't dare to move, but just stared behind it, bewildered as the golden particles of light slowly dissipated in the night.

Looking at the night, at a world where not a single ghost remained.

Volume 1: 91. Lord, save me!

The power is gone.

This is perfectly normal, since the power of the heavily armored demons all comes from these demons.

But once the false spirits are destroyed, the power gained from them naturally disappears.

But... I guess I didn't expect that.

Is this how it is?

How did she... eliminate all these delusional ghosts so easily?

Holding the large spear, he could easily pierce her, but the heavily armored demon dared not press down.