"There really are a lot."
"A frightening lot."
Jiang Qiao stared at the endless sea of hungry ghosts, his scalp prickling.
They truly stretched as far as the eye could see!
They truly numbered more than the hairs on an ox...
No.
There were more of them than fucking ox hairs!
"They're called ghosts, but they're nothing like vicious ghosts. They're a separate kind of evil spirit."
"It's not just humans."
"Even ghosts fear them."
Hungry ghosts were terrifying.
They devoured everything.
That was no exaggeration.
Whether you were a living human or an evil spirit, once you entered Hungry Ghost Hell, you would inevitably attract hungry ghosts within a few hours, or a few days at most.
Even if you carefully concealed yourself, you could only last a few months.
Humans had a "human scent."
Ghosts had a "ghost scent."
Those scents were utterly out of place in Hungry Ghost Hell. No matter how well you hid, you could only slow their spread, never cut them off completely.
And once the hungry ghosts caught your scent, they would come for you.
Wave after wave.
Without end.
A single hungry ghost was nothing to fear. One slap could kill it. But once their numbers reached a terrifying magnitude, they underwent a strange transformation, their devouring ability gaining a deadly boost.
At that point.
They could turn the surrounding space into a field governed by the "devouring rule."
Even from a thousand miles away.
They could open their mouths and bite their target.
Hundreds of millions.
Billions.
Tens of billions...
As their numbers increased without limit, the devouring rule would keep growing stronger.
In theory.
There was no upper limit to that growth!
When hundreds of billions of hungry ghosts bit at once, the endlessly compounded power could grievously wound even