"I am at your service, Your Majesty."
Wu Xiaode completed the hand-kissing ceremony, his eyes fixed on the Ghost Queen.
The Ghost Queen was looking at him too.
Suddenly, faceless ghost bodies emerged from the surrounding Void, swirling endlessly around them.
In an instant,
Two lines of ice crystal letters appeared in front of Wu Xiaode:
"The opponent has removed the high-level secret technique of the Ghost Clan: Prosperous Illusion."
"Now you will obtain the opponent's true name and see their true form."
In front of the Ghost Queen, it seemed as if a curtain had been drawn—
A rippling, icy aura materialized into a faint screen of light, encircling her, slowly rising, and dispersing.
The semi-transparent figure of the queen disappeared.
In her place stood a woman clad in tattered Battle Armor, with fresh blood continuously dripping from her black long hair.
A spear, entirely condensed from light, pierced through her chest, emitting an incessant screeching noise.
