The Soul Vase Ghost drifted through the air like a specter, the black jade vase in its hand, the Mythic Artifact Soul Vase, continuously releasing streams of gray, wailing ghost souls. They spread through the air in every direction for nearly thirty feet, creating a terrifying sight as countless spirits surged toward the exhausted warrior, Evan.
Evan could only rely on his Boomerang Wind Sword to send spinning gusts of wind through the swarm, desperately keeping the ghost souls at bay. His sword's power had long since begun to fade. Forget attacking the Soul Vase Ghost, even protecting himself was becoming increasingly difficult.
Several ghost souls slipped through his defenses and struck him directly, steadily draining his health. At this rate, it would not be long before the traitorous warrior fell.
