This body was far too perfect!
Powerful beyond compare, brimming with vitality—it was practically a once-in-a-century perfect vessel.
It could not wait to seize control and erase the host's consciousness.
However, the moment it plunged headfirst into the depths of this body—
Its wild joy turned into shock.
There was no fragile soul it recognized, only boundless darkness so deep it was suffocating.
How was this a human body?
This was clearly an abyss!
The evil ghost abruptly froze, looking around in terror.
In the depths of the darkness—
A pair of enormous eyes burning with scarlet flames slowly opened.
A mountain-sized monster.
Its body was covered in pitch-black skin, with pale bone spikes jutting sharply from its joints, their tips burning with ghostly blue Hellfire.
Hell Wendigo!
It looked down at the intruding evil ghost from above, letting out a deafening growl that carried the aura of Hell.
The evil ghost's spectral body trembled violently with fear, instinctively trying to retreat.
"Crack—bzzzz—"
The harsh whine of a chainsaw came from the shadows on the other side.
A burly killer wearing a human-skin mask slowly emerged, a massive chainsaw spinning at high speed in his hand, its teeth still hung with dark red scraps of flesh.
Beside the killer—
Soul Severing Clown, dressed in a black-and-white clown costume with a twisted face, grinned with his torn mouth, exposing a mouthful of sharp teeth. Dragging a rusty iron hammer, he gave it a silent, maniacal laugh.
Mary Shaw floated in midair as well, clutching a sinister puppet in her arms while countless transparent threads wove into a net through the darkness.
And Annabelle, sitting in a wheelchair with eyes as cold as ice...
The evil ghost completely lost its mind.
What the hell was this place?!
Something even more terrifying