The translucent beads started frantically absorbing the residual Yin Cold Energy nearby, then turned somewhat murky.
Little Paperman was not idle; it had been refined by the Heavenly Thunder and was no longer an ordinary paper figurine.
The electric flowers of the Heavenly Thunder crackled continuously, terrifying whatever was inside the urn. Everything darted chaotically, causing the urn to sway back and forth.
Not until the beads sealing the Ghost King turned black and the surrounding Yin Cold Energy was completely absorbed.
Little Paperman immediately used its hand sparkling with electric flowers, and punched the top of the urn.
Gradually, a crack formed along the edge of the urn, and then, a crisp sound resonated.
"Crack."
The urn split, and the refined ghosts inside, beside the edge of the Heavenly Thunder, were thoroughly obliterated to ashes.
