"I'll devour you!"
Radiant Moon had long been infuriated by the Ghost King sending a Ghost Princess to seduce her Master. The hem of her blood-red dress fluttered as the light inside the lantern blazed brilliantly. Countless intricate Runes interwove, spreading a bone-chilling coldness.
The Power of Rules erupted. The next moment, a pillar of inky black mist gathered around the Ghost King, towering over a hundred feet high. Cold light glinted from unsheathed blades, their gleam flickering as if thousands of cleavers were emitting the sound of sawing through flesh.
Instantly, the Ghost King was on high alert. The defensive Soul Armor he had prepared in advance began to crack inch by inch, pierced by countless small daggers. His aura rapidly waned, and the Ghost King's body, heralded as Vajra Indestructible and impervious to divine intervention, somehow crumbled beneath this bizarre power!
Unimaginable!
