The Fierce Ghost Leader asked in a panic, "Does the Gun God really intend to kill me?"
"Correct," the Gun God said calmly.
The Fierce Ghost Leader cried out, "I have fought for the Netherworld Ghost Clan for tens of thousands of years, yet I never expected such a cruel end!"
"Fine! Come on! I want to see if you're all talk!" the Fierce Ghost Leader challenged, questioning the Gun God's strength. He knew that when the Gun God made a decision, he never went back on his word, so at that moment, he adopted a desperate, do-or-die stance.
"Very good," the Gun God remarked. "This spear of mine has never killed one of our own. This time, you'll be the first!"
The Fierce Ghost Leader charged forward in a rage, unleashing his strongest Netherworld Ghost Technique. He conjured a skull, a massive skull that seemed capable of swallowing the very heavens.
