These lone souls and wandering ghosts came in every imaginable form.
Some had intestines hanging out, some lacked heads, while others were missing arms, legs, eyes, or tongues.
Most of them were grotesque, mutilated monsters. They could neither escape nor make anything of themselves here.
"Ghost King, a man should keep his word. You've locked me in this place for so long that I'm practically growing mold. Big Brother, are you still not planning to let me go? How long are you going to keep me trapped?"
"There are so many ghosts here. One more of me makes no difference, and one less of me changes nothing. Why not just let me go, brother?"
After hearing this, the Ghost King said to them, "A major figure has arrived today. All of you, shut your mouths and stop howling. Do you know who the person behind me is?"
These ghosts did not care about any of that nonsense. In their eyes, having their freedom returned to them was the only truly joyous occasion. Nothing else could draw their attention.
Being stuck in this godforsaken place had already cost them much of their freedom. If they still could not return afterward, they might become so depressed that they began doubting their very lives.
"That's Saint Lord Taichu! Even from here, I heard that he split the Dragon King in two, right? In our Chaos World, the Dragon King is a true king."
"Forget people like us. Even if the entire Ghost Clan charged together to fight the Dragon King, we might not be able to do anything to him. We might even be wiped out. Yet someone that powerful was defeated by Saint Lord Taichu. Doesn't that prove Saint Lord Taichu is stronger than the Dragon King? Though my example may not