Chapter 466: The Haunting Spirit Buster
As everyone turned towards the sound, they spotted a massive, faintly glowing white shadow charging their way.
It was a spirit!
But not just any spirit—this one towered at a whopping ten meters tall.
“Attention! Prepare for battle!” Sifann from the Tigermen shouted, taking the lead.
Jaine and Sinful flanked him, ready to assist.
This was their most serious battle formation.
Clearly, their foe was a whole different ball game compared to the previous encounters, radiating an undeniable sense of pressure that demanded their utmost caution.
Meanwhile, Danny and Yuliya were quite chill at the back, sticking to their original plan of letting the adventurers handle the fight while they just found their way.
So there they were, observing the totem markings around them, quietly sharing theories.
“There’s no doubt, this is the Evil Spirit Altar, belonging to the White Spirit Race.”
“But this raises a huge issue. This altar originated shortly after the Beastmen were born—about five thousand years ago! The White Spirit Race hadn’t even migrated here then!”
“That leaves us with only two possibilities. One, the ‘Evil Spirit Altar’ was created by the Beastmen and later abandoned, allowing the White Spirits to take over; two, the Beastmen discovered the construction methods from some sources.”
It was glaringly obvious that the first option had a low chance of being true while the second aligned perfectly with Danny’s initial guess.
How did the Beastmen learn about the ‘Evil Spirit Altar’? From their divine being, of course.
But this proof was circumstantial—it didn’t entirely confirm anything. The best way to solidify their theory was to keep creeping forward; more similar artifacts could paint a clearer picture.
Once or twice could be coincidence, but after three or four times, it would draw a line in the sand.
Danny was feeling rather optimistic about it.
So back to the main question—what’s the endgame here?
The Beastmen had their own ritual practices that worked just fine; there was no need to borrow tricks from the White Spirits.
The White Spirits had a unique approach that was nothing like the others.
This huge spirit was a prime example of a misapplication of power.
And let me tell you, this kind of thing was a real headache.
The three adventurers upfront were locked in a tough fight.
As experienced Emerald Level adventurers, they’d have a fair shot against regular spirits.
Sure, spirits are pesky and immune to most physical damage, but they had their unique tricks up their sleeves.
However, this spirit was clearly not your run-of-the-mill spooky. It possessed not only the typical traits of spirits but also an outrageous shapeshifting ability.
It could morph into a Beastman, taking on a tangible form for a short while. While this diminished its incorporeality, it was just as capable of delivering a storm of blows like a real Beastman.
And as soon as it sensed danger, it would instantly flip back into spirit form, evading attacks like a pro.
It could become two types of Beastmen—a werewolf or a leopard-man.
Each type had its own set of attack styles, and it could easily mix and match—like left hand wolf, right hand leopard, head as a wolf, tail as a leopard, while the core was, you guessed it, a spirit!
With this combo, even in a one-versus-three scenario against equally leveled adventurers, it still had the upper hand.
As for the methods the adventurers had prepared for dealing with spirits? Those were consumables that barely scratched the surface when applied to its Beastman form.
“They seem to be having some trouble,” Danny noted as he glanced at the three adventurers.
All three were primarily melee fighters, with only some small-scale enhancement spells for support.
And facing such a foe right off the bat? Tough luck, I’d say.
So why didn’t they bring along a mage?
In underground ruins, regular mages often struggled due to the environment—they’d unintentionally hurt allies or destroy buildings instead, and then… well, that’d be a disaster.
Ah, this reminded him of Euphilia’s Professor— no, wait, wasn’t it that magician she mentioned in magic class who was all style and no substance?
Imagine if a mage jumped in and started swinging their staff like a baseball bat—delivering magical damage physically—everyone would probably accuse them of taking the easy ride.
So, Yuliya piped up, “Let me help them out; maybe the Professor should hold back for now.”
“Y-you can do that?” Danny pointed at the giant wraith.
From what he could tell, Yuliya looked like a beginner at the Gold Level.
“Yeah, I can assist without issue!”
Danny nodded, stepping back to watch her show off.
Yuliya didn’t waste time chatting; she pulled out a staff and began casting.
Her plan was straightforward: disable the wraith’s incorporeality.
With that ability gone, the adventurers would definitely have the upper hand in a brawl.
This was a cinch—incorporeality was essentially a special category of space magic.
All she had to do was reinforce the surrounding space to keep the wraith from phasing out.
“I’ll seal its incorporeal ability! Adventurers, big brothers, get ready to attack! Holy Sigil!”
As soon as Yuliya finished her incantation, the once-nearly transparent wraith became substantially more solid.
Seeing this, the trio immediately rallied for an attack.
After a flurry of strikes, the wraith let out a shrill howl.
“Attack successful!”
“Thanks a ton!”
“Let’s finish it off while we can!”
Then, armed with righteous fury, the three launched a tempest of their own, eager to vent their frustration from previous struggles.
Danny stepped closer to Yuliya, resting his chin on his hand as he mused, “What kind of magic is that? Holy magic? The holy aura is so well concealed; I can barely feel it. This is the kind of amazing magic I’ve never come across before!”
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“Uh-huh, I learned it back in my hometown.”
“I see! So it’s not from an academy!”
But in reality, Yuliya had just made up a name on the spot—there was nothing holy about it.
They continued waiting for the fight’s outcome.
Then, out of nowhere, a powerful psychic shockwave swept through.
Danny stepped in front of Yuliya to shield her.
When they turned back to face the wraith, they were astonished: the towering wraith had vanished, replaced by several smaller spirits, some even shorter than average humans.
Well, okay… just a tad bigger than Yuliya.
Simultaneously, the adventurers’ voices rang out.
“Uh-oh! It can split!”
“Brace yourself!”
“Professor and Little Sister, watch out! They’re coming for you!”
In a panic, one of them hurled a large rock to block the escaping wraith.
And then… it smashed right through a bunch of them.
“Uh… rocks can k*ll spirits too? Is this even a spirit anymore?”
But someone quickly concluded, “After splitting, they’ve weakened a lot! Clean them up fast!”
Suddenly, the Boss battle morphed into a wild mowing spree!
Danny furrowed his brow and turned to Yuliya with surprising admiration, “This magic of yours is impressive! Each of the split-off units still retains the sigil!”
Actually, it was because the space was still reinforced—even if they were splits, nobody could phase out with the space locked tight.
“Uh… right! This is our best magic!”
