The power of Chu Hao's title, 'King of Funeral Love,' washed over the ghosts. Their minds grew dizzy, filled with an irresistible, magical awe. Subconsciously, Chu Hao seemed utterly formidable, sparking an urge within them to kneel and worship him.
The first ghost succumbed, then the second. One by one, the others followed, each dropping to a single knee as if only this act could alleviate the soul-deep pressure.
"Greetings to the King of Funeral Love!"
All the ghosts knelt on one knee, their gazes burning with adoration as they looked up at Chu Hao.
The few who remained standing were Zuo Li's subordinates. Their legs trembled, and they were drenched in sweat, suffering immensely under the crushing pressure. Even a few of Zuo Li's own men eventually succumbed, kneeling as if tormented by an irresistible force within their minds.
