“Was that person just now a baron?” When the Head-Splitting Ghost let out a miserable scream, those people stopped running for their lives, turned around, and saw the scene of the Head-Splitting Ghost being brutally killed by Edward White.

“He only has a greatsword as his weapon, so he probably isn’t a baron!” one person said uncertainly.

“If he’s not a baron, how could he so easily slay that mutated Head-Splitting Ghost? He must be a baron.”

“Whether he’s a baron or not doesn’t matter anymore. The Undying Altar has appeared, and that Head-Cleaving Ghost, after mutating, already possesses viscount-level strength. Plus, the altar can resurrect him endlessly. Even more barons would be useless. Maybe only if a viscount-level powerhouse is here could we have a chance to charge the altar and destroy the Immortal Crystal.”

“In a place like this, how could a viscount show up? Even those barons only came here for the Head-Cleaving Ghost. Normally, they wouldn’t set foot in a place like this at all.”

“So, aren’t we doomed?”

“Pretty much. All we can do is pray for a miracle.”

Chapter 5: Lingluo Sword

“What should we do? The Undying Altar has appeared—we’re all going to die here!” The man’s face was ashen. Even though he was fully armed, he couldn’t help but tremble.

“What are you afraid of? The strongest undead around here is only the baron-level Head-Cleaving Ghost. We have so many barons, and with Miss Sophie as well, charging the altar and smashing the Immortal Crystal should be a piece of cake,” a baron standing next to Sophie Lee said loudly.

“That’s right. Our own strength is already formidable, and there are dozens of barons nearby. As long as we unite, charging the altar and smashing the Immortal Crystal isn’t a difficult task.” Although Sophie Lee felt some worry in her heart, her expression remained calm and composed.

“Roar!” A group of Head-Splitting Ghosts spotted them and charged over, brandishing giant axes and howling. There were actually twenty or thirty of them, making for a terrifying sight.

The barons all summoned their weapons to fend off the attacks of the Head-Splitting Ghosts.

Those Head-Splitting Ghosts, who would have been easily slain by the barons before, became extremely troublesome after mutating. A single baron found it very difficult to handle two or three at once, and if they weren’t careful, they could even be injured by the ghosts.

After eliminating this group of Head-Splitting Ghosts, the barons were all more or less wounded, and one baron had even had an arm chopped off by a Head-Splitting Ghost and was now clutching his severed limb, wailing in pain.

Everyone looked grim. Just twenty or thirty Head-Splitting Ghosts had left them in such a sorry state. If they really made it to the Undying Altar, there would be at least ten times as many ghosts as now, not to mention the Head-Cleaving Ghost. The thought alone was terrifying.

Before they could even finish catching their breath, another horde of Head-Splitting Ghosts charged out of the jungle, a dense black mass from a distance—no one could tell how many there were.

Seeing that there were at least a hundred Head-Splitting Ghosts, everyone’s faces turned pale. No one had the will to fight. No one knew who started it, but everyone scrambled to escape in a panic.

Sophie Lee, the cherished daughter of Count Daolun, was now ignored by everyone. Having just reached baron level herself, she was left at the very back of the group.

The frenzied Head-Splitting Ghosts moved incredibly fast, and the barons couldn’t shake them off—the distance was only getting shorter.

“Everyone, split up and run!” someone shouted. The barons immediately came to their senses and scattered in all directions like startled birds and beasts.

Edward White stealthily made his way toward the altar, quickly slaying any lone Head-Splitting Ghosts he encountered and detouring around groups. The journey was dangerous but uneventful, and he actually gained quite a few life marks.

“Mutated Head-Splitting Ghosts aren’t scary. What’s scary is a whole group of them.” Edward White stabbed a Head-Splitting Ghost in its pain point, causing it to convulse, then drove his sword straight into its heart.

His wrist felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Swinging the pure white greatsword for so long had drained his stamina, especially since the Pain Sword Technique required extreme precision, which only added to the burden on his wrist.

He put away his greatsword and climbed up into a tree with dense foliage to hide, circulating the 《贝叶经》 to recover as much lost stamina as possible.

When circulating the 《贝叶经》, there were no special phenomena—just a warm feeling inside his body, his sore muscles relaxing, and his stamina slowly recovering.

Edward White planned to recover to his best state before moving on, but suddenly heard a commotion not far away. Soon, he saw a young girl being chased by four Head-Splitting Ghosts, fighting and retreating in a sorry state. Her armored gear had been slashed open in several places by axes, revealing her snow-white skin.

Edward White had a good memory and recognized the girl as the one who had been with the barons not long ago.

The girl seemed to have been fighting for a long time and was clearly exhausted, but the red flexible sword in her hand was so sharp that even the Head-Splitting Ghosts’ giant axes didn’t dare clash with it. Occasionally, when they did, the flexible sword would slice off chunks of metal from the axes.

Because they were so wary of the flexible sword, the four Head-Splitting Ghosts only surrounded and attacked her, never going all out, just wearing down her stamina.

“What a sword!” Edward White’s eyes lit up when he saw the red flexible sword.