บท 856: Core Members Tournament - End

The energy of the entire world surrounded and obeyed the call of Ghost, the purple lighting billowing around his form, growing more and more exaggerated. 

The ground quaked, the sky trembled and the air itself cracked. It was the scene of an apocalypse come to Earth, and no, this was not Nightwalker's doing. This was all Ghost's fault, who was depriving the world of its sustenance so fast that it was withering, concentrating that same energy into an attack that made the wold shake in fear. 

Ghost, who had his arms outstretched, roared and brought them together with his wrists pressed together and his palms half closed. All the energy that was leaking from his body converged into his palms, generating a growing ball of purple light that crackled with electricity.