The command is yours

Wuyi remained alert. At the top of the hill, the figure of horror—the specter—stepped out for all to see and raised his arms. It vanished from its spot, and in the next moment, it was in front of Wuyi, staring deeply at him. The Massive Specter, with gaps in its dark, enchanted robes revealing skin of a deep, black crimson hue—as if soaked in demonic Qi—held a staff the color of blood. Its elongated fingers, akin to the claws of a demonic raven, rendered this being truly formidable, almost triple the size of Wuyi.

The massive being stared closely at Wuyi, who could feel emotions from it: hunger, curiosity, and more. As the being moved its bony hands towards Wuyi, he disappeared before it could touch him.

Confused, the being turned around to find the Red Daoist standing behind it, who smashed his fist, covered in red Qi, onto the foreboding specter. The specter did not fall, but the red Qi affected it; the specter became ethereal and then dissipated.