"With this treasure of mine, the fruit of a hundred years of painstaking effort, if we fight to the death today, the victor is far from decided!"
Mr. Corpse Mark's long hair whipped about as a monstrous aura of corpse qi billowed from his body.
Brimming with confidence, he reached for his waist.
'If I just ring the Corpse-Chasing Bell, this Undying Bone, along with the other Nascent Souls, might be able to help me break free!'
However.
His fingers only grasped his empty robes.
The savage smile on Mr. Corpse Mark's face instantly froze.
???
Mr. Corpse Mark fumbled at his waist again.
Huh???
'Wait!! Where's my bell?!!'
"DING-A-LING—!"
A clear, pleasant ringing suddenly echoed from atop the black coffin on the other side.
It was followed by the tyrannical roar of a corpse he knew all too well!
"ROAR—!!"
Now under someone else's control, the Undying Bone's eyes turned to its former master, Corpse Mark.
'What…'
