Holy shit, this guy has so many tentacles.
"Smash and die!" The malevolent ghosts laughed wickedly, disregarding the race and their own safety as they recklessly crashed into Alexander.
"If you're seeking your own death, then don't blame me!" Alexander murmured, his inner spiritual energy activating the Lightning Five-Whip instantly.
Five black whips shot out from around him, quickly wrapping around the necks of the nearest five ghosts.
Immediately following, his golden motorcycle accelerated, violently yanking the five ghosts up from their bikes like uprooting radishes.
Bang!
With a muffled collision sound, the heads of the five ghosts harshly collided mid-air.
The Lightning Five-Whip wasn't an offensive skill, but the spirits simply couldn't handle Alexander's horrifying strength, not to mention the mutual impact they experienced, causing them to die instantly.