"Fair enough."
Davis nodded.
He supposed if these women were sacrificed to appease him, he guessed the Ghostly Crow Clan wouldn't hand over the Ghostly Crow Lower Realm.
He waved his hand and let the concealment come undone by his side.
Instantly, a bloodied figure appeared, bald and wingless.
His head was cracked in various places and even sunken. Moreover, his cheeks were torn, revealing broken teeth. His two eyes were missing, replaced with stones inside. His torso was maimed, bloody skin creeping as it tried to heal but couldn't. He was missing his right arm while his feet were nailed to the ground, causing him to float in his own puddle of blood.
He couldn't even move as his bones were cracked in all places, especially the joints.
Occasionally, he limped and whimpered in pain.
The moment he saw his women, and they saw him, time seemed to slow down.
"No… no… no, no! Why- why did you come!?"
