John Foster and George Washington, after clashing head-on, were both secretly astonished. This overlord spirit, tormented by a thousand years of resentment, not only did not dissipate like ordinary ghosts, but instead absorbed the earth’s energy for nourishment, making its power even more ferocious. As he threw his punch, his whole body crackled with chaotic currents, and a ghastly green ghostly aura swept across the sky, pressing down so hard that even John Foster was momentarily at a disadvantage.

“Rivers flow to the sea, command spirits and ghosts. Break!”

Knocked down by the fierce spirit, William Carter, in a panic, could not care about anything else. He unleashed the newly learned art of Commanding Spirits and Ghosts with all his might. Hundreds of spirits, unable to withstand this sudden force, turned into faint green lights and rushed frantically into William Carter’s body. After absorbing over a hundred spirits, William Carter’s power doubled. He stretched out his ten fingers, and ten sword-like beams shot out, blasting away all the spirits pressing down on him.

This art of Commanding Spirits and Ghosts is a mysterious demonic technique, capable of absorbing others’ primordial spirits, blood essence, and evil ghosts to greatly increase one’s power. William Carter did not know the origin of this skill and recklessly used it, absorbing countless evil spirits at once. Although it resolved the immediate crisis, it planted the seeds of disaster within his body.

Hundreds of spirits clashed and surged inside him. William Carter felt as if countless bizarre thoughts were swirling chaotically in his mind. The true energy within his body was violently rampaging through his meridians, almost as if it would burst out if not released.

If anyone saw William Carter at this moment, they would be ten times more terrified than if they had seen a ghost. Black smoke coiled around his body, with a faint green glow. Having just absorbed countless spirits, William Carter’s eyes were blood-red, and his once calm face now bore an indescribable ferocity and savagery. His movements were no longer normal; his limbs were stiff, and every action was as rigid as a puppet.

Countless spirits had entered his body, fighting with William Carter for control. Forcing himself to remain calm, William Carter moved like a walking corpse toward the battlefield where the Chu Overlord George Washington and John Foster were fighting.

John Foster had been battling this ancient overlord spirit for more than a day. Even Edward Parker had failed to subdue the unruly George Washington.

Back then, Edward Parker had accidentally passed by the Wu River, sensed a heavy murderous aura, and performed a dark ritual, inadvertently awakening the heroic spirit of George Washington, who had slept for nearly two thousand years. At the same time, countless ancient soldiers and generals were summoned. This gave Edward Parker the idea to train these spirits into the Heavenly Ghost Generals of Chengdu. However, after moving here for several months, not only did he fail to master the secret incantation of Doumu Xuanling, but he was also tracked down by John Foster.

If it were during his peak in life, George Washington was known as the mightiest general under heaven, his martial prowess no less than that of John Foster. A thousand years of unending resentment made this ancient overlord spirit even more fierce. John Foster used all his martial arts, yet could only barely fight George Washington to a draw.

With the energies of John Foster and George Washington’s spirits clashing, William Carter could not even approach their fighting circle. John Foster’s Great Sun Purple Flame Force was ever-changing and unfathomable. George Washington’s Overlord’s Yin Thunder was fierce and overwhelming, utterly domineering. The sight left William Carter both thrilled and shaken.

At this moment, the sky grew even darker. Not only had the last ray of sunlight vanished, but even the sun, moon, and stars seemed lazy, not bothering to appear in the sky. Dark clouds rolled across the horizon, with faint thunder rumbling. Countless spirits surged from the ground; the scattered, formless spirits and the already solidified ghost soldiers filled the sky and earth, from the ground up to midair, as if the entire space was packed with drifting spirits.

After death, a person’s consciousness is extinguished. Only those with strong will and powerful thoughts can, by clinging to their last breath, barely linger in the world. But after just a few days, most are dispersed by the energies of heaven and earth, dissolving into the void. Only a rare few with extraordinary resentment become fierce ghosts. As for someone like George Washington, whose spirit has endured for millennia without perishing, such a soul is almost unheard of in the world.

Even so, if not for Edward Parker’s spell awakening this ancient overlord spirit, George Washington would have eventually dissipated and ceased to exist.

John Foster’s cultivation was profound, his martial arts and Buddhist skills reaching the highest realms. Though this ancient overlord spirit before him was incomparably strong and fierce, it ultimately did not possess the complete wisdom it had in life, acting only on resentment and instinct. Realizing that his true opponent was not the heroic soul of the once-invincible Western Chu Overlord, John Foster did not use his full strength. He still had time during the fight to scan the battlefield. Noticing William Carter’s abnormal state, John Foster formed the Immovable Fundamental Mudra with a backhand, sending forth a vast wave of Buddhist power.

Just as William Carter was struggling to stay conscious, he suddenly felt a surge of heat at the crown of his head. The hundreds of spirits he had absorbed were instantly suppressed by John Foster’s Immovable Fundamental Mudra, and his mind immediately cleared.

No sooner had William Carter regained his senses than a sound of something tearing through the air came from behind his head. In the midst of chaos, William Carter sprang up, leaping into the sky. A long blade, gleaming with a cold, black aura, swept beneath his feet.

Twisting in midair, William Carter kicked downward. It was as if he had scattered a pile of snow, sending it exploding apart. Landing on the ground, William Carter saw before him a gaunt ghost general, whose form was once again condensing from the ethereal black mist.