At that moment, thousands of ghost-slaves saw Ryan Ling’s getup and heard his words, and instantly froze with shock!
Even Hiroshi Tojo’s eyes went wide—clearly, he hadn’t expected Ryan Ling to have this kind of background!
“China’s King of Hell? Interesting! You think you can wake these ghost-slaves? Dream on! You wretches, obey my command—kill him, wipe him out!” Hiroshi Tojo wasn’t about to give in. When he was alive, he was a total maniac; now dead, he’s even more of a fiend—a monster who doesn’t fear King of Hell or Death itself!
At his roar, all the dazed ghost-slaves began to tremble, their faces twisting into savage snarls again. Every single one was clearly chained to Hiroshi Tojo—unless the real culprit was destroyed today, none of these ghost-slaves would ever truly awaken.
But right now, these ghost-slaves—long since stripped of humanity—went wild, lunging at Ryan Ling like rabid beasts, baring their fangs, every one acting like a mindless demon.
Ryan Ling didn’t want to fight back, but one of the evil ghosts bit into his calf, tearing off a whole chunk of flesh.
“Ryan, don’t lose sight of the big picture! They’ve lost all humanity—they’re just puppets now! Your life matters more than anything, do you understand?” Seeing Ryan get hurt, the Ghost Elder couldn’t help but cry out, heart aching.
“No! I can’t do that!” Ryan Ling gritted his teeth, shaking his head with fierce determination.
“Didn’t expect you to be loyal—but your thinking is way too naïve. To achieve greatness, bones must pave the road; the deaths of the lowly mean nothing. You want to protect people? How many can you really save?” With that, Hiroshi Tojo swung his hand, and a dozen Chinese ghost-slaves beside him exploded, their souls scattering instantly.
“Hiroshi Tojo, you ought to be dragged to Goldridge City for a thousand-cut execution!” Ryan Ling glared at Hiroshi Tojo, his lips nearly bleeding from biting down.