"Then you can do it quickly, I don't have time to play with you." Mordecais said.

"Okay, okay, what a guy who is ignorant of the charm." After Yorik finished speaking, he began to chant something. After a series of harsh spells, the souls surrounding Ezeril and the other two made shrill howls at the same time. Then all the souls became as if they were physically no longer illusory.

After hearing these cunning howls, Ezreal and the other two knew that it was going to be bad. Sure enough, countless dead souls appeared in their sight the next moment.

"Damn it, so many!" After Planck cursed angrily, he fired the Phantom Gun in his hand continuously, but all his bullets had no effect on these souls.

Grayfors, who was holding a giant shotgun, also encountered Planck's situation. The bullets he fired could easily shatter even the huge rocks, but unfortunately they had no effect on these dead souls.

"I'm not telling you that these souls are immune to physical attacks and require magic attacks!" The secretary launcher on Ezrel's wrist kept firing secret art light bombs at the souls. He is the only person who can cause damage to the souls at present. Unfortunately, there are too many souls, and there are many powerful souls among them.

"Fuck, most of our attack methods are physical attacks!" Planck said, and while saying to Grayfos, "Geda Cannon, don't you have smokescreen bombs? Help me guard, I want to give these ghosts some ruthless things!"
Chapter completed!