On the towering walls of Senluo Ghost City, forged from obsidian and nether iron, a scene of imminent warfare unfolds. The war clouds loom over this grand ghost city, the air thick with the acrid smell of sulfur, scorching heat, and dense ghostly energy.
Behind the battlements, ordinary ghost soldiers, donning tattered black armor and wielding rusted blades and spears, stand densely packed. Their eye sockets burn with ghostly green soul fire, silent and lifeless, like puppets awaiting command.
High above, countless translucent Wandering Soul Celestial Ghosts shriek piercingly, swirling like a plague of locusts. They are formed from unyielding resentful spirits, capable of diving to capture living souls, spreading fear and chaos.
