Be friends with time

Clark didn't say a word; he just raised his hand and beckoned towards Phantom. Surprisingly, Phantom came directly to him, as if being drawn by some inexplicable force.

"My Lord, please spare me!" Phantom cried out miserably, devoid of his previous arrogance.

Clark had reverted to his original zombie form by now. He pressed down on Phantom with one hand, as if pushing down a water pitcher, and created a deep pit upon impact.

Boom! There was a muffled sound as Phantom was firmly pressed down into the ground.

"Don't push it too far. Even if you're a lord, I'm not afraid of you!" Phantom gritted his teeth inside the deep pit, but despite struggling several times, he couldn't break free from Clark's suppression.