Faced with the questioning of the World Tree, Youming only felt like his head was about to explode.
The worst situation had happened.
The Ghost Lord had already been parasitically controlled by that monster and had now become a puppet of that creature.
"Clan Leader, our Ghost Horror Clan is now the Federation's number one clan; even that old thing, the World Tree, is no match for us," the parasitized Ghost Lord continued to shrill.
His body twisted amid the shrilling, and continuous crisp cracking sounds emanated from him, with slender blood-red arms continually stretching out from within, resembling a demonic Thousand-armed Guanyin.
"You bastard, snap out of it!"
Youming turned around and roared in anger, his body abruptly swelling to match the size of the Ghost Lord's, and he fiercely swung his Blood Claw.
Bang!
A thunderous boom erupted in the air, and the fragile space of the Ghost Horror World shattered like butterflies in the clash between the two Dominators.
