WHOO-WHOO!
The sound of ghostly wailing and wolf howls rose in his ears, as if something was trying to tunnel into his head, or even burrow a large hole straight through it.
Before his eyes, the Heartless Holy Son had completely vanished. In his place stood a Fierce Ghost with a terrifying appearance, filled with a vengeful and evil aura. This Fierce Ghost's body radiated an intense resentment. It had seemingly undergone such extreme torture before death that its appearance was nearly unrecognizable. Only a ferocious and terrifying grin remained.
"I died so miserably!"
A wretched scream came from the side as a female ghost with disheveled hair and a bloodied face flew over. Her body, having been drawn and quartered, was now crudely pieced together, making her look even more hideous.
