"Ha... Haha..." The Speaker's mouth was frothy with blood, "It's not over yet... This is my Earthly Celestial Kingdom."
"Not dead, huh? Then let's try again."
Holt said, smashing the Speaker's head with a punch, the skull burst, leaving only half a jaw hanging from the neck.
Yet, the disturbing laughter continued incessantly.
"Young man, your strength surpasses my imagination," the Speaker screeched like a ghost, "but you shouldn't have stepped into my Celestial Kingdom!"
The Speaker laughed maniacally, the fruits that covered his body and hung from his neck convulsed and twisted; faces emerged on the surface of these fruits, each filled with pain and sorrow, screaming together with the Speaker.
Eerie ripples emanated from the Speaker, at first, Holt thought this was the Speaker's Secret Energy, but the next second, he realized these ripples came from the fruits, these Fantasy Species.
