Jiang Qiao ignored the shadowy figures and stepped onto the final stair.
The moment his foot came down,
the air around the entire door suddenly grew heavy.
The blurry shadows on either side looked as though something had shoved them hard from behind.
They solidified in an instant!
Their vague outlines became terrifying "people." Men and women alike, they resembled corpses left lying for ages, their bodies reeking of decay.
But the strangest thing was this:
none of them had eyes.
Their eyes hadn't rotted away. They had never grown any in the first place.
Where their eyes should have been,
their faces were smooth.
There was nothing there.
"Heh."
Jiang Qiao ignored them and reached straight for the door.
His palm had barely touched the gray Door Panel when every "person" moved. Almost in unison, they thrust out their pitted, blackened arms, reaching straight for Jiang Qiao's face.
Their ten fingers were swollen as thick as radishes.
Their nails were black and filthy.
Bits of flesh still clung beneath them.
Before those fingers could get close, the overpowering stench of rot was already enough to make him gag.
"Fucking disgusting."
"Get away from me!"
Jiang Qiao threw a punch. Black lightning instantly burst into arcs that filled the air and slammed into the Vicious Ghosts around him.
Szzzt—
Crackle—
Lightning flashed.
Electricity surged.
The instant it touched the Vicious Ghosts, they were torn apart as if thrown into a grinder. Fingers, arms, shoulders, torsos, heads... nearly every part of them was shredded to dust in a heartbeat.
Bones and Rotten Flesh evaporated together into ash.
Dozens of corpses.
None lasted even half a second in Jiang Qiao's lightning before breaking apart and vanishing completely.
These Vicious Ghosts
were obviously no match for Jiang Qiao.
He drew back his fist.