The spinning tornado of golden flames expanded as it engulfed the nearby phantoms. The phantoms refused to let this kid destroy them. They slashed out with their claws, ripping the layers of flames, and managed to escape. But by then, their bodies were already on fire, and escaping the tornado did little to reduce their misery.
Their ghostly bodies dropped to the floor, and they rolled as the fire slowly incinerated them.
The countless other phantoms fled away from the range of the tornado. Their job was to create hurdles, but they no longer dared obstruct that weak kid. Instead, they aimed for the godly Alphas.
"It is ironic, isn't it?" An Alpha asked while locking the phantoms around him in a spatial bubble. "None of us can destroy these phantoms, but that kid can!"
The Alphas smiled bitterly.
