Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed the woman had swiftly waved her hand, releasing a burst of purple-red light beam to surround him.

“Argh!” Neville’s agonizing scream filled the air as he was surrounded and assaulted by numerous vengeful spirits. From his feet, they worked their way up, gruesomely chewing off his flesh. The purple-red light finally faded only after the resentful spirits had reduced him to bare bones.

Witnessing this, Zoltan panicked and fled. However, he suddenly