Bone Tower
“You’re alive?” blurted Gui Buyu.
“Well, you’re still alive,” Mu Yu dismissively responded, not telling them Wood Spirit saved him from corrosion.
Gui Buyu urged, “Ghost Anc-”
“Quiet!” scolded Ghost Ancestor, startling everyone despite his voice sounding weaker than before.
Gui Buyu brooded, Why does Ghost Ancestor sound spent? He is an Apotheosis Realm adept, yet Mu Yu has worn him out?
“Your Ghost Ancestor is just bluffing. If he could use his full power, he would already be standing akimbo and gloating,” Mu Yu pointed out.
“Once I break free, I will turn you inside out!”
Elbow raised due to the response received, Mu Yu replied, “Free or not free, I’ll bury your hope along with you since you’re at my mercy!”
Though he said that, Mu Yu did not harbour any hopes of killing Ghost Ancestor. Would they have imprisoned him if they could kill him? At this point, it was obvious that Ghost Gate made it their forbidden zone to protect him until they could release him. From Mu Yu’s point of view, he needed to sabotage their intentions.
Mu Yu rode a branch version of Wood Spirit to the bone tower. Needless to say, Ghost Ancestor did not just let Mu Yu dance away, therefore calling forth the new corpses from the gravity water. The blank-expression zombie army in the hundreds mindlessly ran at Mu Yu, while he fearlessly hacked one.
Clang!
Whoa! Did the water change their bodies to metal or something? Mu Yu cursed, unable to cleave through the corpse.
“Stop him!” commanded Ghost Ancestor, calling up reinforcements to total an army in the thousands, now also including ghouls incarcerated in gravity water.
Borrowing the power of the heavens, Mu Yu contaminated all of his targets with vitality, invigorating them with life and youth prior to reversing it until they withered. Like crunchy branches, Mu Yu easily harvested limbs once they were ripe to be killed. Sadly, there were far too many corpses to complete the process on. Mu Yu was not that far away from the tower. Alas, it would have taken him hours to weave through even if he did not cut them down.
Mu Yu laced himself in lightning to ward off the corpses and then teleported through the horde, minimising his exposure to the gravitational pull. A blink of an eye later, he began crossing the bridge of bones, knocking back corpses staunchly confronting him. Soon enough, he was at the staircase to a floor.
The corpses halted their pursuit once Mu Yu set foot near the tower, while he noticed domain energy locking down the tower. Nevertheless, he pumped himself up and headed down, ignoring the vengeful cries of the ghouls inside.
“You have a death wish!” threatened Ghost Ancestor.
“I can smell your fear from here. Keep bluffing,” Mu Yu mocked as he vigilantly did a lap of the tower. He approached a window carefully to get a clear view on souls subjected to traumatic torment.
Why do the souls’ cries sound like systemic sound waves? The ghost flames absorbing the sounds are growing more solid with each sound they absorb and drip onto the ground as blood droplets… Is it just me, or is the more harrowing the cries, the faster the blood droplets drift along the cracks? What am I supposed to make of this?
The droplets of blood assembled at the centre of the bone tower’s mouth for the tower to absorb. The tower would then release ghost flames back into the air, and the souls would resume crying. The flesh-winged horny monsters would pour a ladle of water once the souls were sundered from the torture to repeat the process.
A middle-aged man’s soul broke free of its shackles to run to the window upon seeing Mu Yu. As he tried to squeeze out of the small opening that an energy source barricaded, he pleaded, “Please destroy us. Please fr-”
A chain pulled him back and then ripped him in half.
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