Just as Henry was about to make his move, the three incense sticks suddenly accelerated, turning ink-black in an instant. Dark blood seeped from the deputy minister's pallid forehead like creeping tendrils.
"Shwip!"
A sickly, corpse-green radiance shot forth, engulfing Henry's head in a vicious assault.
Upon closer inspection, the eerie glow bore the distorted face of the deceased—all seven facial orifices oozing black blood—revealing the official's vengeful spirit remnant!
Though Henry didn't know the man's cultivation level in life, the malignant spirit's oppressive aura alone pinned him in place!
"Hmph! Netherworld theatrics—reveal yourself!"
Instinctively, Henry activated his Sword-Body Technique, his True Essence surging violently through his meridians.
Beside him, Ophir moved
