"You can't escape, human. Even if you kill me, another Ghost King will replace me. This is the underworld. Your magical power can't last long here. Surrender now. His majesty has already given the command. I absolutely will not hurt you."
The Ghost King, who had lost one of its three heads and two of its six arms, and had three of its seven eyes blinded, was terrified. Looking at the human cultivator in front of him who resembled a child, he began to advocate surrender. It no longer wanted to fight.
Their monarch had already ordered that even if they captured the human alive, they were not allowed to touch him. If they dared to touch him, they would be killed.
Without any benefits, why risk heavy injury or even death to capture him? All they needed to do was convince him to cooperate, and the result would be the same.
"Ghostly nonsense!"
