The male ghost general suddenly felt uneasy. Alexander's smile was far too sinister.
By rights, he was a ghost general, a true demon of the horror world; those chosen should surely be terrified of him. Yet now, as a powerful general-level ghost, he actually felt dread and horror in the face of Alexander's smile. It was absurd!
The male ghost tried to dispel his internal fear, preparing to unleash a tirade, but what caught his eye were thirty chosen ones, all simultaneously flashing him that same sinister grin.
"What... what do you want?" The male ghost general shivered, gripping his iron hammer tightly with his remaining hand.
"Of course, we want your life," the chosen ones chimed in unison.
At that moment, countless ghost techniques were hurled toward the male ghost general. Among them were attacks infused with special abilities.
