"Seeing it struggle so hard, I was just giving it a little extra."
Wu Heng extended his arm.
At that moment, Vidal Morik's true body inside the lead box finally revealed itself completely.
The entire lead box exploded, and at the center of the basement appeared a giant condensed from countless wisps of gray fog, its body embedded with two hundred and nineteen rotating evil spirit eyeballs.
There was a hollow in its chest, within which a blurry female figure lay curled up.
"Brother, don't!" The shadow curled inside the evil spirit's chest let out a sobbing murmur. Judging by how she addressed him, she was likely Hannah's remnant soul.
Accompanied by her miserable cry, all the giant's tentacles abruptly changed direction and stabbed toward the portrait on the altar like torrential rain!
"No, I am Vidal!" Vidal's scream carried genuine terror.
The portrait erupted with red mist in resistance, but the faces of generations of Morik Family members continuously surfaced across the tentacles. Those descendants whose life force had been siphoned now became poisonous backlash contaminating the portrait.
Those souls continuously merged into the red mist, gradually washing out its color until it slowly turned gray.
The moment the tentacles pierced the portrait, dark-red patterns suddenly lit up across the basement's rune-covered walls.
Two hundred miles away, at the Morik Family cemetery.
A crack split Vidal's tombstone, and a pale, rotten hand suddenly thrust out of the ground.
As the dirt churned, a man dressed in eighteenth-century hunting attire crawled from the grave. His feet were covered in fleshy tendrils like the roots of a tree.
Half a petrified tentacle was still lodged in his chest.
He kept pulling his feet out of the earthen pit, casually tearing off the roots. Black mucus flowed from the severed ends, giving