It originally thought that after coming to this low-level world, there would be delicious blood food everywhere, and it would soon be able to feast. But reality slapped it in the face.
This world is not as simple as it imagined. The depths of this world run far deeper than it had ever imagined.
"We've been fooled. We must have been deceived. This world is no less than the ghost world, perhaps even more terrifying," one evil spirit muttered, trembling.
"The reason we were able to come to this city so easily through the space tunnel, with no obstacles, is because it's a trap in this world. Its purpose is to prevent us from returning to the ghost world," another spirit deduced, its voice filled with a sudden realization. It was known for its sharp intellect, skilled at piecing together truths from seemingly insignificant clues.
Everything that had felt off earlier now made sense. This was no coincidence. It was a trap, designed by the powerful beings in this world to catch them off guard.
"Damned humans, they are too shameless. They pretended to be weak, luring us into this world, only to strike when we were too deep," another spirit growled in fury.
"They're all actors. All of them. They pretended to be weak, pretending to be food, only to reveal their true purpose: hunting us."
"I told you, this world is not as simple as you thought. You were all tricked. The enemy lured us in, and now look—Lord Ghost King is dead. Our millions of spirits will be wiped out," one spirit raged.
"I thought we were the hunters, but it turns out, the humans wanted to hunt us instead? Just lowly humans… how could they be so arrogant?"
"How ridiculous. We have an army of millions of evil spirits. Even without the Ghost King, we could still turn this world upside down, leave corpses in our wake."
"Stop pretending to be brave. We need to run, quickly. We're caught in the enemy's trap. If we don't, we'll all die here," another spirit shouted in fear.
"Even the Ghost King was killed in an instant. We're nothing but small fry. One lightning strike could destroy us," another whispered in horror.
The fear among the spirits grew. The Ghost King, once their spiritual leader, the root of their power, was dead. Without him, they were leaderless, lost.
Xia Chuan's terrifying attack had shattered their resolve. If the Ghost King could be destroyed so easily, they feared they would be reduced to dust with even the faintest aftershock of that power.