The ghost was the elderly man among the three Holy Seats.
In the previous battle, he had been utterly unremarkable and had not put much pressure on Wu Heng.
Now, hearing the other side inquire about the Church's secrets, the old man's form twisted violently in the air. His previously fawning expression abruptly froze, replaced by an almost fanatical solemnity.
"Are you questioning my faith?" The ghost's voice suddenly became deep and imposing, as though he might pounce at any moment.
Wu Heng narrowed his eyes. This guy had found his nerve again?
"Tell me, and I promise I won't make things difficult for you." Wu Heng's tone was calm.
The ghost stared at him fiercely. "Ignorant fool! Contact the Association and send us back to the Holy Hall. That is your only salvation!"
His attitude and tone once again carried the bearing of a Church Holy Seat.
Wu Heng smiled. "I killed your last two Popes. You think I'm afraid of that kind of threat?"
"Blasphemer! Divine Punishment shall descend upon you and burn you for all eternity!" The ghost spoke fervently, as if he were truly praying for a god to punish him.
"I'll ask one last time!" Wu Heng's voice suddenly turned cold. "Will you talk or not?"
The ghost answered with the sound of chanting scripture.
Wu Heng turned his head toward the side. "Granda."
"Mm!" Granda nodded and flew directly toward the ghost ahead.
Under the watchful eyes of several people, the old man's soul was devoured and absorbed by Granda.
Granda floated in the air, digesting the memories she had consumed.
Beside them, the Empress Dowager looked at him and said, "You should have known. Anyone chosen by the Church to become a Holy Seat could never betray important Church intelligence when it came