Golden immortal light flowed around him and slammed against the blood-red glow pouring off the altar.
A sizzling sound filled the air as the golden light forced the red glow back bit by bit, purging that thick evil aura a little at a time.
Jared lowered his head and fixed his eyes on the coffin floating above the center of the altar.
He looked at the Ghost Clan figure inside it as it woke, looked at the ghostly energy growing stronger and stronger, and the corner of his mouth lifted into a cold, dismissive smile.
"Since you're not awake yet, then don't wake up at all." Jared's voice was not loud.
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