"Kekekek, what a delicious soul. Take it back for the Black-robed Nether Lord." The leader of the wandering ghosts extended a withered hand, its fingertips wreathed in black nether qi, and lunged at Zha Muxi and her three companions.
The Mark of the Goddess between Zha Muxi's brows suddenly flared, golden light piercing the darkness like a sharp sword. She gazed coldly at the wandering ghosts, her voice carrying divine majesty: "Mere ants, how dare you covet my soul?"
Instead of being deterred by Zha Muxi's pressure, the wandering ghosts let out an even more piercing laugh. Their bodies began to split—one became two, two became four—and in the blink of an eye, the entire space was filled with dense throngs of wandering ghosts. Every pair of gloomy green eyes stared fixedly at the four of them, like hungry beasts eyeing their prey.
Chapter 187