Chapter 704 Terror is not simply death

Chapter 704 Terror is not simply death

Hearing William's instructions, the ghost's appearance changed, and the blood on her body instantly cleaned itself off. Being a spirit, regenerating her crushed eyeballs was a simple matter. The blood and her horrifying visage were just tricks to scare people.

"Change out of that red dress too, put on something more plain," William said nonchalantly, his head buried in the pillow.

The ghost looked at William's back, contemplating whether this was the moment to strike.

The man before her was undoubtedly powerful, but he seemed unguarded now.

Could she kill him if she attacked at this moment? The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n))

"Forget it, forget it!" She looked at William's neck and remembered the chilling look in his eyes that had made her soul tremble—she was, after all, just a soul.

Reluctantly, she transformed into a plain white robe and began to massage William's back.

The moment she touched William, she felt her soul growing incredibly stronger, as if she were being charged.

"Just keep going," William said without even glancing at the ghost, his mind already plotting how to prank Oscar and his crew.

The ghost behind him wasn't very strong; against an A-tier fighter like Oscar, she'd stand no chance.

So, enhancing her strength was essential.

The ghost pressed her fingers into William's shoulders a couple of times and felt her soul energy continue to surge.

Even thousands of years of strengthening wouldn't have achieved such an effect.

The ghost was astounded.

Just what kind of being was this man?

"Don't stop!" William commanded. "Later, you'll pretend to be a regular woman entering the Doors of Terror, and then..."

...

In less than ten minutes of massaging William, the ghost had evolved from a common D-Tier Wraith to an S-Tier Wraith.

It's important to note that ghosts like her have levels too: E-Tier Wraith, D-Tier Wraith, C-Tier Wraith, B-Tier Wraith, A-Tier Wraith, and S-Tier Wraith.

Braden Ramsey, the head of the Washington base, was rumored to have SSS-tier strength.

"Braden Ramsey?" Oscar frowned, looking at the woman who had fallen in front of him. He handed a Wraith detector to someone nearby and said, "Try this, check if she's a Wraith!"

Wraith detectors had become essential for entering the Doors of Terror. Some Wraiths liked to disguise themselves as humans and blend into groups to strike opportunistically. If she was a Wraith, there would usually be some reaction on the detector's warning lights.

The man activated the Wraith detector and scanned the female ghost's body, but it triggered no response.

The female ghost, having reached the strength level of an S-

Tier Wraith, was not at all bothered by these ordinary detectors.

"Take her with us, let's go. That skeleton earlier was a bit tricky to handle, try to avoid direct confrontation, let's hide for now and wait until tomorrow!"

Meanwhile, William was busy dealing with the skeleton warrior radiating faint golden light.

The skeleton's eye sockets flickered with eerie blue flames. When William grabbed it, it instinctively tried to struggle but found itself completely immobilized.

William pulled out a small carving knife and began inscribing runes on its bony arm.

Half a minute later, a burst of blue light exploded from the skeleton, illuminating the entire Doors of Terror.

"What is that? Seems like something formidable!" Oscar was terrified, the aura making it hard for them to breathe.

What kind of super-being had been born in the Doors of Terror?

William put away his carving knife, and the ghostly fire in the skeleton's eye sockets had turned purple.

The strength of a skeleton warrior can be determined by the color of the ghostly fire in its eye sockets, ranging from white, yellow, green, blue, red, purple, to black, in ascending order of power.

With a few slashes from William, the skeleton warrior was upgraded to one that emitted purple ghostly fire from its eye sockets. All around the Doors of Terror, the skeletons made a crackling sound, as if welcoming this newly ascended king.

William examined the skeleton in front of him and mused, "Its potential is still lacking. If it were made from the remains of high-ranking god-kings, the flames in its eye sockets would have turned black immediately." At this thought, the image of the archangel Amenadiel flashed through William's mind.

Well, wait and see. If the opportunity arises, it might be worth experimenting.

"Just follow that group we saw earlier, and don't kill them. Stay about 30 feet away. If they stop, attack them briefly and then hide again," William instructed. He knew what true terror was.

Terror is not simply death,it's the eve of death. It's death inching closer and closer, yet never quite arriving...