However, while Thor's Hammer reveled in its power, the evil spirits were overwhelmed with terror, some so frightened that they nearly wet themselves.
"Nima, I told you this was a trap! A trap! You didn't believe me!" one of the spirits wailed, its voice trembling with panic. "This mysterious power alone is enough to wipe out all of us, millions of evil spirits!"
"What kind of power is this? Is it a Ghost King, a Ghost Emperor, or something even worse? How can it be so unheard of?!" another spirit cried, its form quaking in fear.
"Run, run away! As far as you can! This thing… he's no human. He's a monster, a real monster!"
"Woo, what kind of world is this? It's horrifying. I want to go home."
The fear was palpable. The evil spirits, their terror rising with each passing second, gazed at the sky, where a storm of lightning cracked with overwhelming force. They were no longer capable of fighting back or even getting close. Their only hope of survival lay in fleeing—fleeing as fast and as far as they could.
But no matter how fast they ran, they could not outrun the lightning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Hundreds of bolts of thunder descended, precise as missiles, targeting the fleeing spirits. They crashed into the legion, obliterating thousands in a heartbeat.
"No! No! No! Please, forgive us! We beg you!"
"We won't dare! We'll go back to the ghost world, we promise! Just let us go!"
"Ghost King, why did you lead us into this hell? What kind of world is this? We're being killed because of you!"
The screams of the spirits were drowned out by the thundering chaos. Resistance was futile. The lightning struck with devastating precision, reducing the spirits to ash in an instant.
In mere moments, tens of thousands of evil spirits were eradicated, their forms turned to dust.
"This is it… it's over," the Book of Wisdom whispered in pure delight.
The book flapped its pages eagerly, its voice filled with excitement. It hungrily devoured the scattered soul energy from the fallen spirits, absorbing the vast power with each passing second. The surge of energy flowed into the book, visibly increasing its power.
The book's form seemed to grow, with more pages appearing, each one inscribed with the memories and knowledge of the evil spirits. These spirits' wisdom and experiences were now stored within its vast, insatiable pages.
This was no ordinary feast for the Book of Wisdom. It was not just consuming the energy of the spirits—it was absorbing their very essence, their thoughts, their experiences. The death of these evil spirits had granted the book not just power, but also an expansion of knowledge. This was why it had eagerly awaited the souls of the fallen.
The book had gained more than just power; it had gained the very wisdom that came with their lives, making it stronger and more knowledgeable with each soul it consumed.