"Rumble..." Amid an earth-shaking roar, Vergo had no power to resist this attack. He barely held on for an instant before crashing down. Then, the terrifying Ghost Dragon pounced like a starving tiger and swallowed him whole, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
When everything finally returned to silence, the crowd was shocked to discover that the once-level ground had been smashed into a bottomless crater over twenty meters wide!
As for the unfortunate Vergo, he lay motionless at the center of the pit, as though he had lost all signs of life. Where was his former ease and confidence now?
His once-overwhelming aura had vanished completely, replaced only by utter wretchedness and a pitifully miserable appearance.
A closer look revealed that Vergo's clothes had long since been torn into countless scraps, scattering through the air in the wind. A horrifying gash had split open across his broad, solid chest, crimson blood gushing from it. Worse still, strange Ghost Flame burned fiercely around the wound, crackling from time to time as though it intended to reduce his entire body to ashes!
Blood continued to seep from between his teeth and drip from the corners of his mouth, quickly pooling into a dark-red puddle beneath him.
"Heh heh..."
Suddenly, a low, hoarse laugh came from Vergo's mouth. It sounded especially sinister and terrifying, enough to make one's skin crawl.
Yet his smile looked even uglier than a cry—after all, he was in far too miserable a state to inspire even the slightest pity.
After a brief pause, Vergo struggled to raise his head. With his one remaining eye, he stared fixedly at Moke in the distance, a complicated and inscrutable glint flashing in his gaze. "Heh heh heh... I never expected that it wasn't just those two