The ghost army pounced over. Chu Jun clenched his Tai Ah Sword tightly and stared at the approaching ghost vanguard. The four thousand cultivators behind him were also waiting in formation. After the baptism of the last fierce battle, this "mob" had a feeling of rebirth. Although they were far inferior to the regular army in terms of composition, their momentum and combat strength were definitely stronger than the regular army of the same number. The average strength of these people was quite high. Of the more than 4,300 people, 114 were Nascent Souls, 1,422 were Golden Core Realm cultivators, and the remaining 2,700 were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators or above, while only 500 or 600 were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators or below.

"Charge!" Chu Jun shouted and pointed forward with killing intent. More than 4,000 people slowly started to charge towards the dark ghost army.

Since he was the empress, he naturally had to pretend. If he turned around and fled, it would not be easy for him to explain himself to the Chongming Island authorities in the future.

"Kill!" More than four thousand people shouted in unison, killing intent soaring into the sky.

The Alliance Forces of the various sects were now divided into four thousand troops. Each team was led by a captain and two team deputy. Therefore, the charge was no longer chaotic. Although there were no regular troops neatly organized, at least one of them followed closely behind. Of the four thousand-man teams, one was all Golden Core cultivators. The remaining three teams each had ten Nascent Souls, 150 Golden Core cultivators, and the remaining eighty Nascent Souls were personally led by Chu Jun to serve as the blade tip of the team.

At the center of the ghost army, Ghost Governor Lou Ge looked coldly at the 4,000 human cultivators charging over from afar. He snorted coldly, "You really don't know how to live or die!"

"Good job. I was just about to take your life. This time, I absolutely cannot let this person escape. The entire army will press down on him. He and the others will be annihilated!" Ghost King Lie said coldly.

In the blink of an eye, more than 50,000 ghost army soldiers turned around and their flanks suddenly accelerated. It was obvious that they wanted to wrap Chu Jun's troops up and eat them.

Chu Jun suddenly felt bad. He predicted that the ghost army would at most send out a team to intercept and kill them. Then, the army would chase after Du Ru'nan 's 30,000 main force. Now, it seemed like they were going to devour their thousands of people with all their might. Damn it, they didn't want to bully people like this, right? 50,000 against 4,000? I'm not playing anymore!

Chu Jun led the troops around and charged towards the flanks of the ghost army. As soon as the blade tip turned, the four thousand men behind him also turned.

When the two armies clashed against each other, the most important thing was to take the lead and retreat timidly. With Chu Jun's turn, the speed of the troops' charge was naturally hindered, and it was equivalent to exposing the weak flanks to the enemy's fronts.

"Haha, so it's just a rookie!" A ghost general laughed disdainfully, "Kill, tear them apart!"

However, before he could finish laughing, Chu Jun pointed at the Great Ah Sword and pinched his left hand with a spell. He shouted, "Art!"

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying scene appeared. More than eighty Nascent Souls and a thousand Golden Cores simultaneously released their magic spells. A gorgeous light soared into the sky, bringing about a desperate extermination.

More than a thousand spells exploded in the Ghost Race's vanguard army. Golden wood, water, fire, earth, wind, lightning, ice, and hail instantly scattered the thousands of Ghost Race soldiers charging forward. The formation of the Ghost Race army's charge was also immediately disrupted. Chu Jun led four thousand people out of the encirclement beautifully before the ghost army came into contact with him. He sped towards the South Pole. This was the advantage of having a small number of people.

Ghost King Lie was so angry that his face turned ashen. He shouted fiercely, "Catch up to them!"

Chu Jun led the crowd forward. He hurriedly turned around and saw that the ghost army had split up a team to chase after them. There were at least 20,000 of them. The rest of the ghost army chased after the first prince in the direction where he had escaped.

Chu Jun couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Was the Ghost Race Commander taking the wrong medicine to send 20,000 people to chase after him?

The cultivators fled towards the south. The drawbacks of the formation had appeared. The experts were all gathered at the front, undoubtedly maximizing the lethality of the charge. However, once they escaped, those with low cultivation started to fall behind. The line grew longer and longer, and the 20,000 ghosts behind them chased closer and closer.

Facing such a situation, Chu Jun had no choice but to slow down the speed of the rescue. He could only stiffen his heart and watch helplessly as the fallen cultivators were killed by the ghost army.

After escaping for a hundred miles, the 20,000 ghost army continued to chase after them. If this continued, the 4,000 people would probably be eaten up bit by bit in the end.

Chu Jun's mind raced as he thought of a countermeasure. Fighting against the 20,000 ghost army with 4,000 men was undoubtedly courting death, but chasing after them in such a passive manner was not a solution.

"Go all out!" Chu Jun gritted his teeth and sent orders to the captains and vice-captains of the four thousand-man squad Team via voice transmission.

The four thousand-man squad that were originally standing side by side suddenly split up and fled in four different directions, while Chu Jun himself led the eighty Nascent Souls to continue flying forward. The ghost army that was chasing after them obviously slowed down, but the ghost generals that were commanding them also reacted very quickly. The 20,000 ghost army split into five groups, each of which was about 4,000. They chased after the cultivators who had fled five groups of ghost generals.

Chu Jun turned around and looked at the four thousand ghosts that were chasing him. A cold smile appeared on his face as he said, "My appetite is too great. I'm doomed to die!"

"Control your speed, don't let the distance get too big, lure them to keep chasing!" Chu Jun said with a relaxed expression.

Although Chu Jun's troop numbered less than a hundred, everyone had Nascent Soul cultivation. The speed of their flight was incomparable to that of the 4,000 ghosts behind them. Even though they deliberately slowed down, the 4,000 ghosts behind them were unable to catch up.

The reason for that was because Chu Jun had personally warned the young marshal to kill him. The high-level Ghost General Ghost King Halberd personally led four thousand Ghost Soldiers to chase after him. However, as he chased after him, the Ghost King Halberd gradually realized that something was wrong. It seemed that he had made a very stupid mistake.

"Stop, stop chasing!" The Ghost King Halberd ordered loudly, and the four thousand Ghost Soldiers stopped their charge for no apparent reason.

"Turn to the west and chase after that jindan!" The Ghost King Halberd shouted.

Chu Jun noticed that the ghost soldiers behind him were no longer chasing him. He began to adjust his direction and couldn't help but frown. "Looks like this fellow isn't completely an idiot, but it's already too late!"

Chu Jun waved his hand and the eighty Nascent Souls turned around and rushed towards the four thousand ghost soldiers!

The Ghost King Halberd hurriedly turned around and charged towards Chu Jun and the others. Unexpectedly, hundreds of meters away, Chu Jun and the others suddenly turned around and continued to flee. The four thousand ghost soldiers chased after him for tens of kilometers, but they could only follow behind and eat dust. The Ghost King Halberd could only order them to stop chasing after him. As a result, Chu Jun brought his men back and the ghost soldiers turned around to chase after him.

Just like this, the four thousand ghost soldiers could not even touch a single hair on everyone's back, but they were tired of running, and could only curse angrily. The Ghost King Halberd's face turned ashen. He ordered him to stop chasing after him again and turn around to speed up his departure. However, Chu Jun clearly did not want him to do as he wished. He once again led eighty Nascent Souls back.

This time, the Ghost King Halberd did not order the troops to turn around and fight. Instead, it accelerated its retreat.

Chu Jun chuckled, "Feng Shui turns around. Everyone, put in all your strength. You can kill as many as you want. Don't fight like a battlefield!"

The Nascent Souls laughed loudly, "Don't worry, Master Chu. Everyone knows!"

More than eighty Nascent Souls chased after the four thousand ghost soldiers, and then like tigers entering a flock of sheep, they began to madly slaughter. The ghosts behind the group, however, fearlessly turned back to fight. The Tier 6 Intermediate Tai Ah Sword in Chu Jun's hand was invincible, and every time he used it, he would reap a single Ghost Race expert.

The Ghost King Halberd shouted and pounced fiercely towards Chu Jun. The two Thousand Ghost Squads surrounded Chu Jun and the others from both wings. It was obvious that they wanted to block Chu Jun and the others' path of retreat. Chu Jun waved his Tai-ah sword and shook the Ghost King Halberd back. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll play with you slowly … retreat!"

The eighty Nascent Souls quickly escaped the battle and had already escaped before the two Thousand Ghost Squads could complete their encirclement!

The Ghost King Halberd roared angrily, but it was helpless. It could only order the troops to continue to turn around and retreat.

Just like that, the four thousand ghost soldiers were slowly devoured, leaving only two thousand. The Ghost King Halberd panicked, and its retreat finally turned into defeat. At this time, Chu Jun no longer needed to fly a kite, so he let go of his hands and feet and began to kill.

The ghost soldiers who had been killed to the point of losing their courage scattered and fled in all directions. No matter how much the Ghost King Halberd shouted, they could not be restrained. They could only flee for their lives in a panic with their five hundred personal guards.

"Good luck, I'll spare your life today!" Chu Jun chased after the Ghost King's Halberd for a while and then stopped chasing after it. He turned around and rushed in another direction.

If the Ghost King Halberd wasn't too greedy and dispersed its forces into five paths, Chu Jun had no chance to take advantage of it. However, he had split the troops into five paths equally. Perhaps in his opinion, 4,000 against 1,000 was already an absolute advantage, but he had neglected one very important thing, and that was strength.

Fan Jian's broken sword pierced into the throat of a ghost captain. His thin figure shook a few times before finally collapsing on his back.

Little Snow cried out in alarm and rushed over. Seeing that Fan Jian was covered in blood and his eyes were tightly shut, panting heavily, a heavy stone immediately landed on his heart. He extended his hand to help Fan Jian sit up and asked anxiously, "Brother Jian, are you injured?"

Fan Jian opened his eyes slightly and said weakly, "I'm fine. I'm just trying to stop it. Quickly go help the others!"

"Oh!" Little Snow let out an oh. She raised her head and looked around. She realized that the battle was nearing its end. There were only a few sporadic battles, and it was quickly over.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The corpses on the ground were lying in a pool of blood. The tragic battle ended with the annihilation of 4,000 ghost soldiers, while Fan Jian and Little Snow's thousand-man squad only had more than 600 people left.

One thousand golden cores versus four thousand demon soldiers, and nearly four hundred golden cores had perished. It was clear how tragic this battle was!

Fan Jian struggled to sit up and ordered, "Stay where you are and rest for half an incense stick of time. After half an incense stick of time, set off immediately!"

Chu Jun had risked using Tian Ji's method of horse racing. Today, it seemed like he had narrowly succeeded. His eighty Nascent Souls had completely defeated 4,000 ghost soldiers, Fan Jian's Golden Core thousand-man squad Soldiers had defeated 4,000 ghost soldiers, and what about the other three?