"This feeling." Muria's eyes sparkled with crimson light, and between his nose and mouth, what he exhaled was no longer scorching flames but a deathly Black Mist.
He raised his hand slightly, then gently clenched it, and with his fist as the center, his palm began to vaporize. In an instant, his body turned into a clump of concentrated Black Qi, with a pair of crimson eyes shining at its center.
"I've become a Ghost, and I've inherited everything from the other," Muria said.
The shapeless Black Qi floated in the air, while a pair of blood-red eyes swept around. Since Muria had shifted form, the Domain he had constructed with the body of Yama had dissipated.
Similarly, the Lava Giants that existed because of him now lay scattered as cooling pools of magma, while the Corpse Ghosts that had fought them stood there in bewilderment, clueless about what to make of Muria.