Ming Hai and the others had almost caught up with Zhang Yan at this time. Without any other choices, Zhang Yan rushed into the group of ghosts. He still did not ask the Anti-Soul Beast for help this time, because the beast couldn't cultivate at the state without a body and it could only repair its consumed soul by devouring other souls and spiritual beings, which was quite hard.

Therefore, he decided to let the beast have a rest in the Xuanyin Saint Water to consolidate its soul and received it into his Dragon Ring. When the beast saw so much Xuanyin Saint Water, shocks and greed filled up its heart, but it dared not to do anything to the water without Zhang Yan's consent.

"I kept the water to protect my buddy's soul. I won't use so much and you can use half of it!" He said faintly.

"Thank you very much, sir! The water can indeed help me a lot!" The beast claimed its huge gratitudeit would definitely burst into tears if it couldand jumped into the water. As soon as it touched the water, its humanoid state began to dissipated and eventually turned into a curl of, soaking in the water to repair itself.

Leaving the beast alone, Zhang Yan knew what he could only do now was to escape from the ghosts and those who were chasing after him.

Though the ghosts' cultivations were at the Martial Arts State, without intelligence, they were like strong babies, unable to displayed all their strength.

He refused to started a fight against them and chose to run away from them relying on his speed. He performed the Qingyun Step to the extreme and quickly shuttled through them. They couldn't grasp him at all through only mechanically simple movements, though fast.

They were like wooden piles and he had reached far from them. However, they seemed never tired and still followed him indefatigably. To make matters worse, more than a dozen other small ghosts suddenly emerged in front of him.

He could only stop escaping, complaining, "No wonder few warriors can survive in the Huangquan Road. The small ghosts are too much to deal with!"

His killing intention was stimulated and he took out his stone sword, once again, and transported spiritual energy on it. 'Since I can't escape from you, I can only kill you all and which is a kind of practice!' He thought.

He brandished his stone sword at the ghosts, carrying strong sword gas and spiritual energy. The bloody-red gas gathered into a beam and stabbed toward the ghosts. All the weak ones were cut into two at their waist and turned into a curl of smoke, disappearing in the world. Those who could survive under Zhang Yan's sword were all powerful, with at least the seventh-level cultivation of Martial Arts State. As for that fierce ghost in the group, it was not affected at all.

Zhang Yan dared not to be careless, after all, the fierce ghost's strength was much higher than his, so he refused to provoke it, but tangled himself with those small ghost instead and continued to move forward. The fierce ghost, however, was still quickly pursuing him.

Under such circumstance, he had to quickly get out of the woods. But he, as well as all the warriors in the Huangquan Road, did not notice that the bloody sun in the sky was gradually moving down; obviously, the sunset was approaching.