The features were unchanged, yet they appeared unusually ferocious.
Behind him, a massive shadow, three to four meters tall, gradually emerged.
It was a menacing Demon Shadow, with a humanoid shape like two shoulders carrying a head, clad in gray armor, wielding a soul-harvesting scythe, resembling an evil Death God from hell, undoubtedly a terrifying demon.
"Ah!"
He hovered about three inches off the ground, with a gaze that started cold but gradually became confused, until suddenly regaining clarity, and then he fell from mid-air, landing on the ground.
"I succeeded, I succeeded!"
"I've become a Ghost Master!"
Yet instead of panic, he shouted with joy.
He stood up directly, raised his arm excitedly, and with a thought, an invisible force spread through his arm bones to his arm, forming a series of peculiar gray patterns on the skin, like an ancient gray tattoo.
