During this process, he was constantly corroded by the power of death. His blood and flesh began to mutate, metamorphosing into white bones, bit by bit... covering him and turning him into a small mountain of bones, standing erect in the middle of the Sea of Blood.
Were it not for the faint soul fluctuation, one would think he was dead already.
"Tsk, tsk, if this isn't the epitome of paternal love. It really moves me. But what kind of luck is it that a father and son both possess the Eye of the Corpse? Particularly the younger one, he's excessively powerful. Could it be related to the missing soul of the Skeleton Angel..."
Ninth Finger stroked his chin, muttering to himself as he looked towards the direction of the Divine Temple: