They do not need to breathe, do not require a heartbeat; if ordinary people saw their faces, they would surely cry out in fear, identifying them as evil ghosts. This term is not mistaken, as their sinister fangs and facial features all prove that they indeed come from the Netherworld as ghost gods.
However, they are not the protagonists today, but mere protectors. Once rampant in the Underworld, these evil ghosts are now but servants of the Sects, silently forming a battle formation, surrounding and guarding the true target at the center.
Hum.
Thunder and rain light up among the clouds, tearing through the suffocating darkness of the dome overhead; behind these towering ghost gods clad in armor and armed to the teeth, at the center of the formation, a petite figure holds a thin Jade Book in one hand, a brush in the other, loftily writing high above.
