The power of the white-clad ghost was evidently stronger than the other two, but not by much; she could barely hold her ground against two opponents at once. Initially, she managed to hold her own, but soon it became too much to handle. Seeing this, the two other ghosts couldn't help but start mocking her.
"Don't think Granny's fondness for you means you can act all high and mighty. Now that you've ruined Granny's big plans, just see how she'll punish you... Ah!!!"
However, before the ghost could finish her sentence, a pitch black greatsword thrust from behind her, piercing her through. At the same time, Fang Zheng strode out of the barrier, casually extending his left hand, and the other ghost was drawn toward him as if magnetized, her neck caught in Fang Zheng's grip. The next moment, Primordial Fire erupted, reducing both ghosts to ash in the blink of an eye.
"Who... who are you!"
