Pale vengeful spirits opened their eyes, eye sockets bulging without any trace of whites, scowling venomously at Beichuan Si.
Gnarled, twisted ghost claws had somehow crawled to the nape of Beichuan Si's neck, and it seemed that just a slight effort would end his life.
"Guest, you seem to have not grasped the situation even now."
The maniacal laughter subsided, replaced by Shikizaki Haru's calm voice: "Here, I can kill you without effort. The reason my real body hasn't acted is just because, seeing you've passed the levels, a rare bout of mercy has led me to let you go."
Shikizaki Haru's voice gradually turned insane.
It laughed eerily, its ghostly claws seemingly tightening their grip.
Around them, the vengeful spirits were restless, as if ready to surge forward and tear Beichuan Si apart.
Facing everything before him, Beichuan Si's face remained dismissive.
"A rare mercy?"
