"I am the Ghost King!"
After shouting a slogan as embarrassingly cliché as "Invincible Blast Sword," Jiang Li's control over souls had become increasingly skillful. Initially, she needed to use Ghost Qi to tear away souls and then consume them. Now, Jiang Li only had to entertain a thought, and those souls would fall over each other to enter her body.
Pale green souls emerged around her; the very ones that had ceaselessly attacked her now became her most loyal servants. Countless souls inside Jiang Li's body resonated too. Her eyes had been completely replaced by the torrent of souls.
Dare to gaze directly at the King?
Extending her hand with a grasp through the void, the escaping muddlehead was suddenly frozen in place. Jiang Li slightly turned her head, her eyes a mix of crimson and dark black, radiating with a sharp brilliance. The next moment, a large transparent slice of soul from the muddlehead, like tofu cut by a hot knife, was seamlessly cleaved away.
