Brilliant flames ignite.
The shriveled skull, along with its Pharaoh's crown, burns into ashes of salt and sulfur!
Yet the outcome remains undecided.
Among the ashes, the great bow of the corpse's garment suddenly levitates, and the Decay Pharaoh's body reassembles, resurrecting from the ashes!
As long as the plague's disaster doesn't perish, and as long as the healer in Hell still exists, his incarnation can awaken at any moment!
This time, a ripping sound arises.
Huai Shi's hand, with five fingers joined, the drummer's command, instantly pierces his defenseless shell, deeply embedding into the shriveled lungs.
Gripping the heart that remains foul-smelling beneath various spices.
"Come to think of it, I haven't used this yet."
Huai Shi stares into his lifeless eyes, his right arm silently transforming into gold and iron.
He says, "Casting, begin!"
