Hunted

"What? You look surprised." I said grinning.

Vitra'Ghoul's lips trembled as he tried to come up with words. "Y-you… how do you even have fortified Sea of Consciousness, you're a mere Core Cultivator, you can't have this! It's impossible!"

"Well, you're currently here, and you're seeing this with your own eyes, now enjoy the fireworks," I said as jets and machine guns, anti-aircraft rocket launchers aimed at the ghost and then rained hell from above, incinerating his ethereal form to the embrace of the void.

Death and destroyed beyond redemption, Vitra'Ghoul's end was anticlimactic, and now all should be a done deal in the world of the demon kin.

Leaving my sea of consciousness, I found Tarta'Ghou's sword pointed at my throat.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"Oh, it's you, Shen Bao, it's really you? How did you survive possession?" he asked as he removed his sword.