236: Ghost Wall

High above, the gale force winds were fierce.

Lu Yuchen's figure was hidden in the clouds, as if merged with this world. He had been there for half an hour.

Everything within Jinan University was visible to him, especially every moment of his niece Lu Xiaoya's entanglement with the ghost.

It wasn't that he was heartless and refused to help; it was simply… not necessary.

"Dragon Division?"

Lu Yuchen's gaze fell on the figures who had just rushed into the black mist.

"Has the national team finally entered the fray?"

He saw through the details of those few people at a glance. Their Qi and blood were vigorous, their movements agile, and their willpower far surpassed ordinary people. Among Mortals, they were definitely the elite of the elite.

Unfortunately, that was all.

They were still Mortals.

"Forget it, I'll just treat it as watching a live broadcast," Lu Yuchen muttered to himself, completely abandoning the idea of taking action.

The Qingluan Sword he gave to Lu Xiaoya was no ordinary item. Within its blade, not only was a wisp of his magic power sealed, but he had also carved a small "Four Symbols Guardian Formation" into it.

That magic power would not be triggered unless it was a life-or-death situation. But once triggered, let alone these small fry in front of him, even an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator would have to think twice.

Its only drawback was that it had no Artifact Spirit and wasn't intelligent enough.

"Alas, how exactly does one create an Artifact Spirit?" Lu Yuchen had a bit of a headache. His own Flying Sword was still bare, so he wasn't familiar with this business.

...

On the mist-shrouded sports field, Lu Xiaoya's breathing had already become heavy.

The magic power in her Dantian was already critically low, unable to squeeze out even a single wisp. At this moment, she relied entirely on an unyielding will and her agility to contend with the surrounding ghosts.

With every swing of her sword, the sharp Sword Qi of the Qingluan Sword could easily tear through the body of a ghost.

But there were too many ghosts around!

Dense, endless!

Behind her, the large group of surviving students and the five special police officers who had gathered earlier had placed all their hope on the young girl who was like a goddess of war before them.

Her physical strength was rapidly draining away.

Lu Xiaoya gritted her silver teeth, forced back a lunging ghost, and led the crowd, fighting and retreating, finally reaching the center of the sports field.

She couldn't go on like this any longer!

A flash of inspiration struck her, and she suddenly remembered what her uncle had told her before she left.

"I carved a Formation inside this sword for you. If your magic power ever runs out and you're cornered, just plunge this sword into the ground. Remember, use your last shred of magic power to activate it; it can save your life."

At the time, she thought her uncle was just boasting.

Now, it seemed, she could only try anything, even if it was a long shot!

Lu Xiaoya no longer hesitated, pouring all the weak magic power that had just recovered a tiny bit into the sword!

Then, holding the sword with both hands, she used all her strength to plunge the Qingluan Sword fiercely into the plastic track beneath her feet!

"Buzz—!"

A faint hum.

Centered on the Qingluan Sword, a pale green light curtain, visible to the naked eye and composed of countless profound runes, suddenly spread out!

Like an inverted giant bowl, it enveloped Lu Xiaoya and the hundreds of survivors behind her.

The ghosts that had been baring their fangs and claws, wildly lunging, upon touching the light curtain, let out a series of piercing shrieks as if they had encountered their nemesis, and were all bounced away!

"It… it works!"

"We're saved!"

Among the crowd, an outpouring of joyous relief and cheers erupted.

"Quiet, everyone!" Lu Xiaoya shouted, suppressing the commotion, "This is only temporary safety! Everyone, do not leave the range of this light circle!"

With that, she ignored the crowd, sat down cross-legged, with her five centers facing up, and began to race against time to recover her magic power.

She had to recover while continuously injecting magic power into the Qingluan Sword to maintain the existence of this protective barrier.

This was a race against time!

...

At the same time, inside the teaching building.

Xia Wanqing's situation was not as good.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dense gunshots echoed in the corridor, but the bullets, passing through the illusory bodies of the ghost servants, failed to create even a ripple.

Physical attacks were completely ineffective!

"Damn it!" Xia Wanqing rolled, dodging a ghost servant's sharp claw, her beautiful face now filled with solemnity.

"These ghostly things have no physical form at all! Conventional weapons are completely useless against them!"

"Captain! We're surrounded!" A team member leaned against the corner, his voice trembling slightly.

Both ends of the corridor were completely blocked by the dense mass of ghost servants.

"I don't believe this evil!" Another hot-tempered team member roared, directly pulling out a high-explosive grenade from his waist, pulling the pin, and preparing to throw it into the group of ghost servants.

"Don't be reckless!" Xia Wanqing's face changed drastically. Without thinking, she kicked him to the ground, pressing the grenade firmly beneath her.

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Xia Wanqing felt a jolt in her back, her Qi and blood surged, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But the group of ghost servants remained completely unharmed.

"Even the shockwave from the explosion is useless…"

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in the hearts of all Dragon Division members.

Just as everyone was about to despair, a young team member who had been silent, wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking somewhat refined, suddenly, as if he had thought of something, slapped his thigh!

"Captain! I've got it!"

His voice trembled violently with excitement.

"When I was a child, I loved watching Lam Ching-ying's zombie movies! In them, those zombies and ghosts seemed to… seemed to be afraid of electricity!"

At these words, everyone was stunned.

Zombie movies?

At a time like this, they still believed that?

But at present, there seemed to be no other way.

"It's worth a try!" Xia Wanqing decided immediately.

Upon hearing this, the young team member no longer hesitated, directly taking a standard high-voltage stun gun from his tactical vest.

He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger at the ghost servant closest to him!

"Zzzzt—!"

A blue-white electric arc instantly erupted from the muzzle, accurately landing on the ghost servant's body!

"Roar—!"

A piercing shriek, completely different from before and filled with pain, erupted from the ghost servant's mouth!

Its originally illusory body, upon contact with the electric arc, began to tremble violently, and black smoke billowed around it!

It works!

It really works!

"Everyone! Use your stun guns!"

Seeing this, Xia Wanqing's eyes burst with uncontrollable joy, and without thinking, she issued the order!

...

"Zzzzt! Zzzzt!"

For a moment, the entire corridor flashed with electricity.

The Dragon Division members were greatly invigorated, their stun guns like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, continuously harvesting the ghost servants.

However, as they fought, they realized something was wrong.

The power of the stun guns seemed… to be limited to this.

Although the electric arcs could harm the ghost servants, they could not completely eliminate them.

Often, just as they were shocked into smoking, the ghost servants would re-coalesce as soon as there was a brief pause.

"No, Captain!" The glasses-wearing team member's voice rang out again, tinged with urgency, "There are too many of these ghost servants! Our stun guns' energy won't last much longer!"

Xia Wanqing's face also darkened again.

She glanced at the end of the corridor, where the ghost servants were still a dense, dark mass, and she had already made a decision.

"Retreat!"

"Everyone, cover each other and retreat the way we came!"

"Yes!"

The group no longer lingered in battle, using their stun guns to deter the constantly surging ghost servants while slowly retreating towards the already broken window.

However, when they reached the window, preparing to descend using the ropes they had previously lowered...

Everyone's faces turned ashen in that instant.

"Captain…" A team member's voice was tearful.

"The rope… the rope broke at some point!"

Xia Wanqing's heart instantly sank to rock bottom.