639, The Shadow must strive to become stronger

The entire Voodoo Cult was in disarray, like a pot of porridge.

Under the influence of the drug, those men and women began a party that was nothing short of spectacular.

Everywhere reeked of debauchery.

But when Presen pushed open the door of the tightly shut cabin with an emotionless face, a cold wind surged out from within.

The black mist gushed out like smoke from burning firewood.

There were screams, there were wails.

One face after another pressed against the back of the door, eyes bulging, forcibly squeezed together in an incredibly terrifying sight, all staring at Presen.

Presen lost himself and locked eyes with those ghostly things.

Time seemed to stop.

However, the next second.

Whoosh...

The faces all rushed out, heading straight for Presen, and as they passed through his body, the flesh disappeared, leaving only a skeleton behind.

But it wasn't over yet.

"Hee hee hee..."