The ghost was an elder among the three Holy Seats.
In the previous battle, he seemed quite ordinary and didn't pose much pressure on Wu Heng.
Upon hearing inquiries about the secrets of the Church from the opponent, the elder's figure twisted fiercely in the air. The expression of sycophancy and flattery suddenly froze, replaced with an almost fanatical solemnity.
"Are you questioning my faith?" The ghost's voice suddenly turned low and majestic, carrying a vague sense of impending combat.
Wu Heng squinted his eyes, does this guy have his confidence back?
"Speak up, I promise not to make things difficult for you." Wu Heng said calmly.
The ghost stared at him intensely, "Foolish creature! Contact the association and return us to the Holy Hall, that is your only redemption!"
His tone and demeanor resumed the imposing aura of the Church's Holy Seat.
Wu Heng smiled, "I killed the last two Popes, why would I fear such threats?"
