"Hm?!"
When that Nether Ghost died, wisps of grayish-white airflow drifted out. Xia Ping felt his soul-devouring ability activate, forming a vortex that instantly swallowed all the grayish-white currents.
He then felt his soul gradually growing stronger, his divine consciousness increasing, and even some Hell Golden Crow Cells within him becoming unsealed. The power within his body surged higher and higher.
Without a doubt, killing Nether Ghosts seemed to bring him enormous benefits. He could devour the soul power they released upon death and use it to strengthen his own soul.
To Xia Ping, these Nether Ghosts were no less than potent supplements.
At that thought, his gaze toward the Nether Ghosts grew even more fervent, as though he were looking at delectable food.
"My God, he actually killed a Nether Ghost with his bare hands?!"
"It didn't even have the slightest chance to fight back."
Meng Nan and the others were dumbstruck. Xia Ping's effortless slaughter of over a thousand Petrifying Demon Snakes had already been terrifying enough, yet the Nether Ghosts—symbols of utmost horror—had been easily slain by this man before them, burned to ashes in an instant.
They had never even heard of such a method for killing Nether Ghosts.
If humanity possessed a method like this to deal with Nether Ghosts, what would they have to fear from these monsters?
"Damn it, what kind of flame is this? Why can it harm us Nether Ghosts?"
The many Nether Ghosts were horrified and deeply wary. They had run rampant in this world for so long, tyrannizing everything in their path; there were scarcely any powers capable of harming their true bodies.
Yet now, there was a flame that could burn Nether Ghosts to death in an instant. This power was simply terrifying, and they could feel the