"These... ants!"
As Wusheng Ghost King watched the Secret Realm vanish into thin air before him, even his normally placid temperament gave way to fury.
He opened his sinister ghostly eyes and looked in the direction the silver train had gone, murderous intent surging.
"They deserve death!"
Just then, another Ghost King, a blood moon's radiance faintly visible behind him, appeared behind Wusheng Ghost King and spoke to stop him:
"These humans possess bizarre abilities. They even managed to sneak around and steal right under our noses. They certainly deserve death."
"But the Great Ghost King said not to touch Blue Star's native creatures before his plan is complete..." The gaze beneath his hideous ghostly face was unfathomable. "They'll all be our losses in the future."
Hearing this, Wusheng Ghost King calmed down somewhat.
He abandoned the idea of pursuing them.
But the next instant, he immediately withdrew his ghost domain, his body swelling ever larger as his aura climbed.
"I'll teach them a lesson first! If they dare offend the Ghost Race again..."
Buzzz-!
Wusheng Ghost King's spectral form blotted out the sky as his gaze settled on the direction in which the silver train had fled.
He raised a hand, unleashing a Ghost King's palm imprint covered in runes. Laden with terrifying power, it smashed toward the fleeing silver train.
At the sight, the Great Xia group felt a flicker of relief.
Colonel Jack and the others from the American Empire, however, were horrified.
He immediately pulled out his communicator and roared, "Quick! Activate the barrier! Activate the national barrier now!!!"
"Thank goodness. Thank goodness you were quick-witted enough to head straight for the American Empire..."
"Otherwise, that Ghost King's attack would have landed on Great Xia."
"With the strength of Great Xia's barrier, we couldn't even