Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 1605: Chapter 1166: A Thing Not Inferior to Little Ghost

Being targeted by the Monarch meant that no matter how far one ran—say, nine streets away—one would still be caught. And this little Wraith? It didn’t even attempt to run. Instead, it merrily detoured around, planning to sneak into the Undead City for a feast. Just imagining the hundreds of thousands of fresh, delectable intelligent souls inside left it quivering with excitement.

But just as it approached, it bumped right into the Monarch head-on. After taking a few hits, it was reduced to tears. What followed was a torrent of thunderous roars. Of course, the Monarch’s roaring wasn’t just noise; it was a soul-stunning ability. After just a few roars, the Wraith spilled everything it knew.

However, the Wraith’s mind was incomplete. The more it was roared at, the more panicked and incoherent it became. Fearing that it might truly break, the Monarch quickly grabbed it and handed it over to the more skilled Anthony.

Anthony glanced at the Wraith but did not immediately start interrogating it. Instead, he pulled out the Holy Shroud, wrapped it up, and tossed in some Fierce Spirit Fragments.

Fierce Spirits, all at Mourning Level, boasted immense Soul Strength. Unfortunately, their incomplete consciousnesses rendered them unable to fully utilize it. When encountering something designed specifically to counter them—like a Holy Spirit—they were instantly rendered powerless.

Throwing some Fierce Spirit Fragments into the Holy Shroud and letting them stay there with the Wraith? Wasn’t that essentially letting it absorb them? Negris asked in confusion, “Are we really here to heal it?”

Anthony replied, “It’s scared stiff. We won’t get anything useful out of it until it calms down.”