But no matter how unwilling, how angry, or how fearful the Ghost King was, it could not change its fate.
Struck by the terrifying purple thunder, it was obliterated in an instant, reduced to nothing but smoke, unable to resist even for a second.
The reason for this swift and devastating result lay not only in the fact that lightning was the natural nemesis of ghosts, but also in the power of Thor's Hammer, which Xia Chuan had fully unleashed.
Even a mere random strike of purple thunder could have ended the Ghost King's reign.
"It's magnificent, truly magnificent, the soul energy is rich beyond imagination—worthy of a Ghost King."
The Book of Wisdom hummed with excitement, its pages fluttering as countless words merged together, forming an immense vortex. A powerful, insatiable suction force spiraled from the pages, drawing in the residual soul energy from the fallen Ghost King.
For the Book of Wisdom, this was nothing short of a feast.
To Xia Chuan's amazement, the soul energy of the Ghost King was instantly absorbed, fueling the Book's power. But for the remaining evil spirits, this scene was nothing short of horrifying.
"Impossible. Lord Ghost King… Lord Ghost King is dead? Killed by this lowly human with a single blow? This must be a joke!" one evil spirit stammered, its voice laced with disbelief.
In its mind, the Ghost King was invincible. In the ghost world, it ruled millions of evil spirits and was an uncontested force of nature. Upon entering this so-called "low-level world," it had expected to continue its reign unchallenged, yet in the blink of an eye, a mysterious figure appeared and killed the Ghost King with a single strike of thunder.
If the evil spirit hadn't witnessed it with its own eyes, it would have never believed such an absurdity was possible.
"It's true. The Ghost King's presence has vanished. He is truly dead," many evil spirits muttered, their voices trembling with fear.
They could sense it—an overwhelming absence. The breath of the Ghost King, which had once commanded their very existence, was now gone. The oppressive force of his control had vanished along with him.
The Ghost King, who had dominated the low-level spirits with his will, who had forced their obedience, was no more. But instead of feeling liberated, the evil spirits were gripped by an even deeper fear.
This could only mean one thing: the human who stood before them had killed their master in an instant.
"Is this… is this really possible? This is supposed to be a low-level world! How could such a terrifying being appear and slay the Ghost King with a single strike?"
Many of the evil spirits were paralyzed in shock, unable to comprehend what had just transpired.