「Tai Lan Country. Banku. Thonburi Square.」
Ghost Night gazed at the rapidly approaching helicopter in the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly.
'The number of souls I've harvested is nowhere near enough. A proper fight would be a bit of a workout, and that's just too much trouble. I should speed things up. After all, an opportunity this good is hard to come by...'
He mulled it over for a moment and instantly made his decision.
A single Monk King wasn't much of a threat to him, but it was always better to conserve strength when possible. Besides, under the strict control of *that* person, the Seven Mo Luo's movements were severely restricted. They were forced to operate from the shadows, collecting usable souls only from death row inmates and various battlefields. An opportunity to harvest soul magnetic fields on this scale was incredibly rare for him.
