"BOOM!!"
The Black Pot tore through the air with a deep, muffled blast.
Shi Hou put all his strength into that swing.
Never mind a person-even a mountaintop would have been sheared flat on the spot.
Yet there was no splatter of flesh and blood.
The heavy Black Pot struck a mass of nothingness.
It passed straight through without the slightest resistance.
With nothing to absorb its tremendous momentum, it dragged Shi Hou through half a turn.
Shi Hou froze.
The moment he turned back, a face pressed right up against his.
It was close.
Their noses almost touched.
It belonged to an old man.
His gray hair hung loose in a tangled mess like withered grass. His eyes were deeply sunken, with no eyeballs in their sockets, only two pitch-black abysses that made the scalp prickle.
Even more horrifying, an ancient, broken sword covered in rust stuck straight into the center of his head.
Its blade pierced his skull. The filthy black blood around the wound had long since dried into an eerie black crust.
His arms hung limply at his sides, his ink-black fingernails half a foot long, like the sharp claws of a dead tree.
His ancient clothes were in tatters, giving off the rotten stench of something buried underground for hundreds of thousands of years.
"Wooo..."
The old man pressed face-to-face with Shi Hou.
Those hollow sockets stared straight at him, while strange sounds that were not quite sobs escaped his mouth.
Gusts of chill wind rustled the surrounding leaves.
What an atmosphere.
Shi Hou's eyelids twitched wildly as he cursed inwardly.
Holy crap?! Ghost Master?!
Was he really this terrifying?! This entrance was a hundred times more hellish than what I'd imagined while reading!
Shi Hou was normally fearless enough to forcibly drain primordial remnants