The shell began to crack, and a fine, needle-like substance spread out from within.
The nearest ghost soldiers, even with the hard armor covering their bodies, were as fragile as paper before these gray needle-like substances, their bodies pierced through.
"Get out of the way!"
Beneath his mask, Zhang Chen sensed the danger of these thin threads. He immediately grabbed the Yin Thunder youth near Azathoth and dragged him back with all his strength, narrowly avoiding the threads' penetration.
Of the Ghost King's three confidants, Wei Dancheng, the foremost general, was too massive to evade them. His thigh and left arm were pierced by the hard threads.
"Something's wrong!"
Zhang Chen stared at the first ghost soldier whose body had been pierced. A mass of tentacles grew from the seven orifices of his face.
"Aah!"
A scream erupted from his soul. In the end, those tentacles absorbed all the flesh and spiritual matter within the ghost creature before retracting into the Primal Chaos Substance controlled by Azathoth.
Some of the stronger ghost creatures could resist, but none lasted more than three seconds.
In the blink of an eye, the group of ghost soldiers Zhang Chen had awakened was reduced to only a handful before Azathoth.
"Damned Chaos Lord! Even if I die here, I, Wei Dancheng, will stop you from releasing all this!"
Wei Dancheng, who had commanded the army, stared at the injuries on his body as they spread corruption through him. He took heavy steps toward Azathoth, but the closer he came, the more threads pierced his body. By the time he was within ten meters, even moving a step had become immensely difficult.
"I, Wei Dancheng, devoted my life to fighting for the Ghost King, yet not once did any victory make me feel glorious. Every victory