The blade flashed.
It carved a not-so-long arc through the air, striking the old man's head with pinpoint accuracy.
There was no obstruction.
No resistance.
The blade cut through him like slicing tofu.
Starting from the top of the old man's head, it cleaved straight downward. Face, neck, chest, abdomen... With a single strike, it split the terrifying Vicious Ghost in two from head to toe!
That cleaving strike.
Its power far exceeded that of a long-range slash.
Standing nearby, Don.
He clearly sensed an extremely twisted, chaotically terrifying curse surging from the blood groove along the blade.
Destroying.
Tearing apart.
Confusing.
All order vanished at that moment, including the instinct that sustained the Vicious Ghost!
The old man's body.
At a speed visible to the naked eye.
Began to shatter.
Split apart.
Disintegrate.
The two halves created by the first slash decomposed twice in succession.
Not only his body.
Even the old man's supernatural power.
Was dissipating.
Was vanishing.
Like dewdrops evaporating beneath the sun, it rapidly disappeared into the air.
In just ten seconds.
The Vicious Ghost that had brought such intense pressure.
Had turned into scraps.
And with its death, the entire hall began undergoing earth-shaking changes. The surrounding scene gradually peeled away and was replaced, like a crossfade during a video transition.
Whether it was the Ghost Slaves.
The iron-framed beds.
Or the traces left by the battle, the fragments, the earthen graves...
In the blink of an eye, they all vanished.
The gloomy, terrifying.
Morgue-like hall transformed into a bright corridor.
And at the end of the corridor.
There was an office with its door open.
"Hm?"
Don reacted quickly.
The sudden change did not make him hesitate. Instead, it made him even more vigilant.
A dark wind swirled.
Countless illusory faces interwove.
Ready to