It watched helplessly as its painstakingly gathered ghost soldiers were being slaughtered at a rapid pace.
Now, within its field of vision, the number of surviving ghost soldiers had dwindled to less than a hundred. It also saw two ghost generals who had completely lost the ability to stand.
The remaining ghost generals, each with varying degrees of injury, were either missing an arm or a leg.
It could also discern the fear and timidity in the eyes of these ghost generals.
To the uninformed, it might seem they were facing the underworld soldiers of the Underworld, facing judges, City Gods, ox-heads and horse-faces, Black and White Impermanence.
However, the Ghost King of the Ten Halls also saw their enemy.
It was a living human!
This living human exuded a surging aura of yang energy, which, in the Netherworld, stood out extremely conspicuously. It was like a blazing furnace in the dark night, making it difficult to ignore.
