The colossal ghost hand, shrouded in darkness, was riddled with fine cracks, which spread across the entire hand in a short time. Then, before the so-called Ghost General could react…
"Crack—"
The Ghost General heard what sounded like the sudden shattering of a glass object.
The next moment.
Its eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, it watched its massive ghost hand shatter into pieces. There was a look of complete disbelief in its blood-red ghostly eyes.
The pain that spread from its arm throughout its body caused its spectral form to tremble violently.
It landed in an extremely ungainly heap not far away.
Looking at Fan Wu with that kind of gaze.
Full of horror.
The other malevolent ghosts hadn't even reacted yet. They had just heard the Ghost General order them to attack, and so they did… By the time they realized something was amiss, it was already too late.
Fan Wu seemed to casually swat at a fly, slapping his hand towards the head of a malevolent ghost.
